Thanksgiving has come and gone. Houston and his family
are safely at home, and the house is quiet. I miss all the
frantic activity of the previous week. I miss that precious
little girl with the lily white complexion and strawberry
blond curls. Chelsea was with me every day they were
here. I can still feel those little arms around me. I do
wish they lived closer.
Thank goodness, Marla lives nearby -- just down the street.
We don't see her as much now that she goes to kindergarten,
but we do get to have her the afternoons and evenings her
parents are both working. Grandchildren bring so much joy.
I do feel sorry for those people who have no children or
grand children. Mine, all of them, are the light of my life.
Now the Christmas rush begins. It will be a little bit quieter
than usual this year. The Jackson Chapmans will not be
here. I hope we will be able to see them in Mississippi
shortly after Christmas.
More later.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Thanksgiving
The holidays, especially Thanksgiving, always bring memories
of holidays and family. I am reminded of the wonderful family
times we had. My mother would always begin cooking several
days before. She would first de-shell the tiny little pecans
from our huge tree. The tree was not a hybrid, but a volunteer,
and the nuts were very small. We all participated in
that first part of the making of pecan pies.
Nobody could match Mother's pecan pie. There was never a
lot of gooey, sweet stuff under the pecans. They went from
the top all the way down to the crust, with just enough juice
to hold the pie together. Nothing ever tasted as good as
that pecan pie.
Mother would also make fruitcake, divinity and fudge.
Every child in the family could hardly wait for that magic
day to come. In the days of my youth, most of Daddy's
family would be at our house. I can't remember ever going
to any of my aunts or my uncle's. They were there, and
that whole gathering would be 20 to 25 people.
In the old days the men and any of the women that the
dining room could hold would eat first. The children,
of course, ate last. My mother always put back some of
the best food so that she could be sure that all of the
children had some of the good stuff, too.
I did not realize at the time just how special my mother
was. I am so glad that I did realize it after I was grown
and she knew how much I loved her and how much
I appreciated all that she did. She was the best!
The holidays have lost some of their luster for me.
I am usually sad at this time of the year. So many
of the family I have loved so much have gone and
my generation is the "old folks."
I do have much to be thankful for, however. I am in
my third year of remission from lymphoma. I did
not expect this reprieve, and I thank God every day
for it. I also have two young grand daughters.
Marla, Vicki's little girl, will be 6 in May.
Chelsea, Houston's little girl, will be 2 in December,
and they are expecting a new baby in June. These
two little ones have brought me much joy, and I am sure
the baby in June will be a wonderful addition to our
family. I can hardly wait.
I get a reprieve this year; Vicki will be cooking. All
I have to do is make the dressing and anything else
she wants me to do. This makes me feel a little guilty.
She works and I don't. I do work; I just do it at home.
More later.
of holidays and family. I am reminded of the wonderful family
times we had. My mother would always begin cooking several
days before. She would first de-shell the tiny little pecans
from our huge tree. The tree was not a hybrid, but a volunteer,
and the nuts were very small. We all participated in
that first part of the making of pecan pies.
Nobody could match Mother's pecan pie. There was never a
lot of gooey, sweet stuff under the pecans. They went from
the top all the way down to the crust, with just enough juice
to hold the pie together. Nothing ever tasted as good as
that pecan pie.
Mother would also make fruitcake, divinity and fudge.
Every child in the family could hardly wait for that magic
day to come. In the days of my youth, most of Daddy's
family would be at our house. I can't remember ever going
to any of my aunts or my uncle's. They were there, and
that whole gathering would be 20 to 25 people.
In the old days the men and any of the women that the
dining room could hold would eat first. The children,
of course, ate last. My mother always put back some of
the best food so that she could be sure that all of the
children had some of the good stuff, too.
I did not realize at the time just how special my mother
was. I am so glad that I did realize it after I was grown
and she knew how much I loved her and how much
I appreciated all that she did. She was the best!
The holidays have lost some of their luster for me.
I am usually sad at this time of the year. So many
of the family I have loved so much have gone and
my generation is the "old folks."
I do have much to be thankful for, however. I am in
my third year of remission from lymphoma. I did
not expect this reprieve, and I thank God every day
for it. I also have two young grand daughters.
Marla, Vicki's little girl, will be 6 in May.
Chelsea, Houston's little girl, will be 2 in December,
and they are expecting a new baby in June. These
two little ones have brought me much joy, and I am sure
the baby in June will be a wonderful addition to our
family. I can hardly wait.
I get a reprieve this year; Vicki will be cooking. All
I have to do is make the dressing and anything else
she wants me to do. This makes me feel a little guilty.
She works and I don't. I do work; I just do it at home.
More later.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
time
When I worked as an educator, I thought I never
could find a minute to just sit back and relax. Now,
ten years after I retired, I find I still don't have
enough time. There aren't enough hours in the
day, and how did I ever have time to work full
time?
The big difference in then and now is that I
have some choice in how busy I am . I
probably do not manage my time too well
because I constantly run, run, run, just
like always. I never have time enough to
play.
Yes, we go on vacations every so often, and
we do play bridge one night per week.
I think much of the pressure is that which
we put on ourselves. I know that I make
myself crazy trying to juggle my schedule
to fit everybody else's .
There are many dimensions of time. For
instance, remember when you were a
child and a summer afternoon seemed
like forever. As we age, we have a diverse
opinion: It seems as if the weeks. months
and years fly by and we never know where
the time has gone.
could find a minute to just sit back and relax. Now,
ten years after I retired, I find I still don't have
enough time. There aren't enough hours in the
day, and how did I ever have time to work full
time?
The big difference in then and now is that I
have some choice in how busy I am . I
probably do not manage my time too well
because I constantly run, run, run, just
like always. I never have time enough to
play.
Yes, we go on vacations every so often, and
we do play bridge one night per week.
I think much of the pressure is that which
we put on ourselves. I know that I make
myself crazy trying to juggle my schedule
to fit everybody else's .
There are many dimensions of time. For
instance, remember when you were a
child and a summer afternoon seemed
like forever. As we age, we have a diverse
opinion: It seems as if the weeks. months
and years fly by and we never know where
the time has gone.
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