I'm feeling nostalgic today. Looking at old family pictures will do that to a person. But the whole Christmas season lends itself to reflection and memories, I think. So I was contemplating some of the things that I remember from my childhood regarding Christmas. Here are a few of them.
Being the second to the youngest in the family made waiting for Christmas morning hard. After all everybody had to be up before the whole gift unwrapping thing could take place. And I had four older teenage sisters and brothers who went out on Christmas Eve caroling with the youth group - and yes, that was in the old days, caroling didn't start until late which meant they didn't get home until midnight or later, so of course they didn't want to get up early on Christmas morning. To a child it seemed like forever before they got up - looking back I know it probably wasn't; after all we did live on a farm!
Hot chocolate and Christmas cookies for breakfast on Christmas morning! After all, one needed to have something in the tummy before the serious business of gifts took place. And it was the one time of the year when we were allowed to have more than two cookies. (The normal two cookies only rule was, I'm sure, born of necessity - with 8 kids in the house can you imagine how fast a batch of cookies could be eaten.)
Gifts lovingly made by Mother. If I got a doll for Christmas, it wasn't just the doll, but a doll with a complete wardrobe. This wardrobe usually included coat and hat, a dress or two, and a nightgown, usually matching dresses and/or pajamas that I had. American girl dolls with the matching dresses for the doll's owner have nothing over my mother's creations. I also remember the year bride dolls were all the rage and I wanted one. My mother crafted a beautiful bride's dress and veil for my doll that year. I think I still have it in the attic somewhere.
No doll is complete without a bed to sleep in or a carriage to ride in. Mother made a mattress, pillow, and embroidered quilt for the bed and again for the carriage when I received those as Christmas gifts. Another special gift I remember (I think I was probably 9 or 10) was a beautiful dollhouse, complete with a doorbell and "electric" light, and all the furnishings. I had to wait patiently while my older brothers assembled the dollhouse so I could play with it.
One of the other treasured gifts from my childhood that I remember was from Grandma (I think Dombach). She used to give us a little trinket or something and I remember the year I received a gift similar to the "big" girls. Mine was a little ceramic watering can flower pot. I don't think it was really big enough to plant anything in - it was more cute than functional, but I had that little pot well into my married life. It may still be packed away with other collectibles that I no longer have room to display. Grandma also gave me one year a little puppy dog pincushion - with a tongue that pulled out to be a tape measure and a thimble for the tale. It went into my sewing kit for junior high home ec and I used it for many years.
Christmas was and still is a time for celebrating the birth of our Saviour with family and friends. The memories only make those celebrations sweeter.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Merry Christmas
Drawn by Earla B. Snyder, Age 14
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Thanksgiving
We just came through the Thanksgiving season and are now into the hecticness of the month of December and Christmas. We were blessed to spend Thanksgiving at Ken and Arlene's house. For the past maybe ten years the sisters who are in the area have been sharing Thanksgiving dinner at one of our homes (it would be fun if Linda could join us as well - but she is usually not in PA). Kind of a new tradition, I guess you would say. This year we picked up Joyce at her house and drove north to the Metzlers in Northumberland County. Brought back lots of memories from the years we lived in that area especially since they now live in the same town we lived in. For more on that read Jeannine's blog entry "Thanksgiving Nostalgia."
The whole event got me to thinking about Thanksgivings when we were kids, but you know nothing really memorable stands out about this particular holiday. I do remember that we often attended the local Thanksgiving service especially if it was held in our home church. I also have some memories of my brothers going hunting on Thanksgiving. One thing I do know is that turkey was not the fowl of choice for the Thanksgiving dinner table - to my recollection Mom never even learned to roast a turkey until after she was off the farm. Seems like the bird at the dinner table was either capon, duck, or goose which we were raised on the farm. I do remember the preparation of those birds for the dinner table on the day or days preceding Thanksgiving. (Insert sigh and shudder here!) Not my favorite part of Thanksgiving preparations by any means. And I remember that Mom always made oyster stuffing and mincemeat pie - those two things at least were standard at any Thanksgiving dinner no matter what else the menu included.
Regardless of the menu or other activities of the day, the one thing that remaine
d constant was thankfulness. Thankful that we were a family and we were together and God was faithful. Some things never change and even though we couldn't all be together on Thanksgiving, I thank God for my family and the influence of family in my life both in the past and in the present.
And just as a side note in case you didn't have an opportunity to read Jeannine's blog - imagine our surprise in driving up to Arlene and Ken's house to be greeted by a large inflatable turkey. I almost thought I was at the wrong house! But hey, in case you don't believe me, I have proof in the picture. Arlene's grandson Christian and my grandson Dante thought it was wonderful. Seems like Arlene and Ken were "turkey-sitting" for the neighbor just so the children could enjoy the big guy!
The whole event got me to thinking about Thanksgivings when we were kids, but you know nothing really memorable stands out about this particular holiday. I do remember that we often attended the local Thanksgiving service especially if it was held in our home church. I also have some memories of my brothers going hunting on Thanksgiving. One thing I do know is that turkey was not the fowl of choice for the Thanksgiving dinner table - to my recollection Mom never even learned to roast a turkey until after she was off the farm. Seems like the bird at the dinner table was either capon, duck, or goose which we were raised on the farm. I do remember the preparation of those birds for the dinner table on the day or days preceding Thanksgiving. (Insert sigh and shudder here!) Not my favorite part of Thanksgiving preparations by any means. And I remember that Mom always made oyster stuffing and mincemeat pie - those two things at least were standard at any Thanksgiving dinner no matter what else the menu included.
Regardless of the menu or other activities of the day, the one thing that remaine
d constant was thankfulness. Thankful that we were a family and we were together and God was faithful. Some things never change and even though we couldn't all be together on Thanksgiving, I thank God for my family and the influence of family in my life both in the past and in the present.And just as a side note in case you didn't have an opportunity to read Jeannine's blog - imagine our surprise in driving up to Arlene and Ken's house to be greeted by a large inflatable turkey. I almost thought I was at the wrong house! But hey, in case you don't believe me, I have proof in the picture. Arlene's grandson Christian and my grandson Dante thought it was wonderful. Seems like Arlene and Ken were "turkey-sitting" for the neighbor just so the children could enjoy the big guy!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Cherish Relationships
I just finished chatting on line with my sister Linda. I can't help but think what a great thing this technology is that allows us to sit in our own homes hundreds of miles away from each other and yet still by able to have a conversation. Pretty neat, I think! We can actually ask and answer questions without having to wait for the mail to arrive. Emails shortened that waiting time and while phoning is good, somehow I think this chatting is a lot of fun. And you have to admit chatting on line is less expensive that long distance phone calls. The fascinating thing was while I was chatting with Linda she was talking on the phone with Dorinda (in PA) who was IM-ing with Justin (in VA). I must say the world has gotten much smaller.
It's a wonderful feeling connecting with family. I was thinking quite a bit about that earlier this week as I was reflecting over the past couple of weeks and the amount of time that we (Elvin and I) spent with Elvin's mom in the hospital and taking her to various doctor's appointments. Coming to terms with the fact that her cancer is actually in Stage 2 and then thinking about the implications of trying to determine what kind of treatment will be best for a woman of her age. Once again I was reminded that none of us knows just how much time we might have to spend with family members. Once again I was reminded that I want to enjoy those moments with family - whether it is my biological family - siblings, children, grandchildren, or my circle of friends who are just like family.
"Cherish relationships," that's what I have been thinking. No task is as important as taking the time to share in relationship with another human being. So how is it that we get so caught up in the busy-ness of life that we forget about relationships? What is it that causes us to say no to spending time with the people we love in favor of cleaning the house or doing any of a myriad of other tasks that beckon for our time? How do we find that compromise between tasks and relationships? Sure we have to work and provide for the necessities of life, but what about all the other things that fill our days? I haven't found that perfect compromise, but I'll keep trying because I want to enjoy all the time that I can with the ones that I love.
It's a wonderful feeling connecting with family. I was thinking quite a bit about that earlier this week as I was reflecting over the past couple of weeks and the amount of time that we (Elvin and I) spent with Elvin's mom in the hospital and taking her to various doctor's appointments. Coming to terms with the fact that her cancer is actually in Stage 2 and then thinking about the implications of trying to determine what kind of treatment will be best for a woman of her age. Once again I was reminded that none of us knows just how much time we might have to spend with family members. Once again I was reminded that I want to enjoy those moments with family - whether it is my biological family - siblings, children, grandchildren, or my circle of friends who are just like family.
"Cherish relationships," that's what I have been thinking. No task is as important as taking the time to share in relationship with another human being. So how is it that we get so caught up in the busy-ness of life that we forget about relationships? What is it that causes us to say no to spending time with the people we love in favor of cleaning the house or doing any of a myriad of other tasks that beckon for our time? How do we find that compromise between tasks and relationships? Sure we have to work and provide for the necessities of life, but what about all the other things that fill our days? I haven't found that perfect compromise, but I'll keep trying because I want to enjoy all the time that I can with the ones that I love.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
You Know You're an Antique when . . .
. . . the stuff you see at an antique show are the things you played with, ate with, and generally used all your life! Elvin and I took a walk this afternoon down to Lititz Springs Park where the annual antiques and collectibles show was going on. Ah, the memories as we strolled through the park looking at all the items the various vendors had displayed.
Remember that set of yellow, green, red, and aqua mixing bowls that Mom used all the time (and we girls, too, for that matter as we learned to cook and bake.) I saw a complete set of them for $35.00. Actually, I thought that was probably a good price - the set was complete and it looked like it hadn't been used much. As we continued to walk around, I realized I could have bought all the bowls, except the red one, individually - $10 for the aqua one, $18 for the yellow one, and $15 for the green one - all at different stands. So for less than the cost of the individual bowls, I could have actually had a complete set. And to think that my mother-in-law still uses hers on a regular basis!
Continuing on I found a peanut butter glass with a red tulip for $12. At another stand there were a few more of the peanut butter glasses: a red rose ($15), Christmas Holly ($15), another red tulip ($10), and one or two others for $10 as well. Funny thing though, they had a morning glory for only $2. Can you believe it? - our parents actually let us drink out of those glasses! And if one got broken, it was no big deal. There were plenty more. However, I am guessing that for those of you who are fortunate enough to have some of those glasses, you better hang on to them.
There were a few other items that brought back memories of days on the farm, such as old galvanized watering cans. Somehow they weren't as dented as the one I remember; maybe the families that used them didn't have kids kicking them around. We saw a sausage press, a wooden butter churn, egg scales and wire egg baskets (although the basket we saw wasn't that old), and several of the red handled cooking utensils (egg beater and potato masher) like Mom used just to name a few. Elvin found an "oatmeal" dish; dishes that he said came in the oatmeal. I don't remember those, do you?
Several of the vendors had books that either Elvin or I remembered reading during our elementary school years. And a few toys that caused Elvin to wish he had kept his old toys. I can't help but wonder what things we should be keeping that might be of value someday. What will evoke memories in our children as they visit antique shows in the future? And what of the things that we think of as junk will be of value - could it be something as simple as the Styrofoam cup from Starbucks? After all, I am sure that our parents would have never imagined that the gallon oyster cans they brought home would be worth $20 one day.
All in all, it was a lot of fun just wandering around and looking. We didn't actually buy anything, but we enjoyed the experience of taking a few steps back in time. It also made me realize again that our parents didn't throw things away if they could be used again. Somehow, we have lost some of that. Why doesn't peanut butter (or other items for that matter)for example still come in containers that not only have some additional use but are also pretty? Might even be worth a few extra cents!
Remember that set of yellow, green, red, and aqua mixing bowls that Mom used all the time (and we girls, too, for that matter as we learned to cook and bake.) I saw a complete set of them for $35.00. Actually, I thought that was probably a good price - the set was complete and it looked like it hadn't been used much. As we continued to walk around, I realized I could have bought all the bowls, except the red one, individually - $10 for the aqua one, $18 for the yellow one, and $15 for the green one - all at different stands. So for less than the cost of the individual bowls, I could have actually had a complete set. And to think that my mother-in-law still uses hers on a regular basis!
Continuing on I found a peanut butter glass with a red tulip for $12. At another stand there were a few more of the peanut butter glasses: a red rose ($15), Christmas Holly ($15), another red tulip ($10), and one or two others for $10 as well. Funny thing though, they had a morning glory for only $2. Can you believe it? - our parents actually let us drink out of those glasses! And if one got broken, it was no big deal. There were plenty more. However, I am guessing that for those of you who are fortunate enough to have some of those glasses, you better hang on to them.
There were a few other items that brought back memories of days on the farm, such as old galvanized watering cans. Somehow they weren't as dented as the one I remember; maybe the families that used them didn't have kids kicking them around. We saw a sausage press, a wooden butter churn, egg scales and wire egg baskets (although the basket we saw wasn't that old), and several of the red handled cooking utensils (egg beater and potato masher) like Mom used just to name a few. Elvin found an "oatmeal" dish; dishes that he said came in the oatmeal. I don't remember those, do you?
Several of the vendors had books that either Elvin or I remembered reading during our elementary school years. And a few toys that caused Elvin to wish he had kept his old toys. I can't help but wonder what things we should be keeping that might be of value someday. What will evoke memories in our children as they visit antique shows in the future? And what of the things that we think of as junk will be of value - could it be something as simple as the Styrofoam cup from Starbucks? After all, I am sure that our parents would have never imagined that the gallon oyster cans they brought home would be worth $20 one day.
All in all, it was a lot of fun just wandering around and looking. We didn't actually buy anything, but we enjoyed the experience of taking a few steps back in time. It also made me realize again that our parents didn't throw things away if they could be used again. Somehow, we have lost some of that. Why doesn't peanut butter (or other items for that matter)for example still come in containers that not only have some additional use but are also pretty? Might even be worth a few extra cents!
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