Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
"childhood comfort, stories of Jesus"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #14--(or not-so-Christmas)
(this was what was on my mind as I heard the news of the Connecticut shooting, I was reminded of how I coped, as a small child, with the loss of the sisters I barely even knew but the effects of their loss followed me throughout my childhood...)
My favorite song as a little girl...as I dealt with life's dramas (and there were plenty), I would sing this song and picture myself standing by His knee and listening to Him and in my mind, "fancy His blessing resting on me" was picturing His arm wrapped around my shoulders...
"Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;
Things I would ask Him to tell me if He were here;
Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.
First let me hear how the children stood round His knee,
And I shall fancy His blessing resting on me;
Words full of kindness, deeds full of grace,
All in the love light of Jesus’ face."
(this was what was on my mind as I heard the news of the Connecticut shooting, I was reminded of how I coped, as a small child, with the loss of the sisters I barely even knew but the effects of their loss followed me throughout my childhood...)
My favorite song as a little girl...as I dealt with life's dramas (and there were plenty), I would sing this song and picture myself standing by His knee and listening to Him and in my mind, "fancy His blessing resting on me" was picturing His arm wrapped around my shoulders...
"Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;
Things I would ask Him to tell me if He were here;
Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.
First let me hear how the children stood round His knee,
And I shall fancy His blessing resting on me;
Words full of kindness, deeds full of grace,
All in the love light of Jesus’ face."
"water, water, everywhere...makes a great ice rink!"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #13--
The year we had a water leak (that had to wait until Spring to get fixed) that froze into a HUGE ice skating arena in our back yard...I had SO much fun wearing my ice skates in my own back yard!
Our house had a water leak that couldn't be fixed easily, so we had to wait until Spring (when it warmed up and the ground wasn't frozen to fix it). That was the best thing ever in a little kid's eyes! I "skated" around on that ice before Christmas...when I came home with those skates, I really got to skate on it! I always loved watching the figure skaters (Dorothy Hamill was my idol when I was little...I even sported a "Dorothy Hamill Haircut" for awhile!!!) on television and wished I could be one when I grew up. For one winter, I got to skate to my heart's content, and in my mind at least, I was a world-class figure skater...the cold wind blowing on my face as I soared across the ice in my back yard!
The year we had a water leak (that had to wait until Spring to get fixed) that froze into a HUGE ice skating arena in our back yard...I had SO much fun wearing my ice skates in my own back yard!
Our house had a water leak that couldn't be fixed easily, so we had to wait until Spring (when it warmed up and the ground wasn't frozen to fix it). That was the best thing ever in a little kid's eyes! I "skated" around on that ice before Christmas...when I came home with those skates, I really got to skate on it! I always loved watching the figure skaters (Dorothy Hamill was my idol when I was little...I even sported a "Dorothy Hamill Haircut" for awhile!!!) on television and wished I could be one when I grew up. For one winter, I got to skate to my heart's content, and in my mind at least, I was a world-class figure skater...the cold wind blowing on my face as I soared across the ice in my back yard!
"crazy cards"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #12--
Thad's first Christmas...he was only 3 1/2 months old, so he was mostly smiling and super cute, but not doing much else yet. I actually got Nick and Elisabeth to cooperate with each other so I could take some fun pictures of them "wrapping" him up with paper and ribbons. Those were the best Christmas cards our family ever made!
Thad's first Christmas...he was only 3 1/2 months old, so he was mostly smiling and super cute, but not doing much else yet. I actually got Nick and Elisabeth to cooperate with each other so I could take some fun pictures of them "wrapping" him up with paper and ribbons. Those were the best Christmas cards our family ever made!
"was grandaddy nuts?"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #11--
My Grandpa Frame had a huge black walnut tree in his yard. Every year he would gather up all of the walnuts in grapefruit bags (plastic mesh) and store them in the basement. On cold winter evenings, he would bring up a bag and pull out his giant nut cracker (it was this huge gear with a handle mounted to a board) and he would work on them for several hours at a time. (He di
My Grandpa Frame had a huge black walnut tree in his yard. Every year he would gather up all of the walnuts in grapefruit bags (plastic mesh) and store them in the basement. On cold winter evenings, he would bring up a bag and pull out his giant nut cracker (it was this huge gear with a handle mounted to a board) and he would work on them for several hours at a time. (He di
d this with bags of mixed nuts and pecans too.)
As an adult, I always buy a bag of mixed nuts to keep in the old aluminum, grape embossed bowl I got from Grandma, and love to crack a few open every day...it takes me back to Grandma's big dining room, watching Granddad shelling nuts! (Grandma would always be sewing or working on something too.)
As an adult, I always buy a bag of mixed nuts to keep in the old aluminum, grape embossed bowl I got from Grandma, and love to crack a few open every day...it takes me back to Grandma's big dining room, watching Granddad shelling nuts! (Grandma would always be sewing or working on something too.)
"a snoopy watch and a transistor radio"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #9--
I was either 5 or 6 years old and I spent Christmas with my dad and his girlfriend's family in Chicago. I remember seeing the tall buildings and thinking it was like a city from the future. I got to go sledding a LOT because they had quite a bit of snow! I got a Snoopy watch and a little AM/FM battery operated transistor radio for Christmas, along with an afghan made by his girlfriend's mom. One of the girls gave me a pair of ice skates they had outgrown, so I got to take them home with me. (Another memory to post later.)
I was either 5 or 6 years old and I spent Christmas with my dad and his girlfriend's family in Chicago. I remember seeing the tall buildings and thinking it was like a city from the future. I got to go sledding a LOT because they had quite a bit of snow! I got a Snoopy watch and a little AM/FM battery operated transistor radio for Christmas, along with an afghan made by his girlfriend's mom. One of the girls gave me a pair of ice skates they had outgrown, so I got to take them home with me. (Another memory to post later.)
"christmas in cali"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #7--
Christmas in Cali with cute boys...
The Christmas my friend Tammy and I spent in Cali...we were greeted at the airport by Santa and Mrs. Claus (my dad and step-mom). We helped Santa and the local firemen pass out toys, and hung out with some amazingly cute firefighters' sons, who took us bowling another night...one of the best Christmases from a teenagers point of view!
Christmas in Cali with cute boys...
The Christmas my friend Tammy and I spent in Cali...we were greeted at the airport by Santa and Mrs. Claus (my dad and step-mom). We helped Santa and the local firemen pass out toys, and hung out with some amazingly cute firefighters' sons, who took us bowling another night...one of the best Christmases from a teenagers point of view!
"camping knife"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #6--
Every year we would go to Bronson, KS for Christmas and stay at my Aunt Geri's house. Santa always knew where to find us and filled our stockings with goodies there. The stocking always had an orange in the toe, some nuts, and then other gifts/toys.
I can't remember many of the gifts, but the one I remember being super excited about was the multi-purpose pocket knife that had a fork on one side and a spoon on the other! (I was in Girl Scouts and it was perfect for using when camping.)
It's funny how we remember (and appreciate) the small things...like the oranges in the toe of the stockings. (and now I live in FL where we can pick fresh oranges off of the trees for Christmas)
Every year we would go to Bronson, KS for Christmas and stay at my Aunt Geri's house. Santa always knew where to find us and filled our stockings with goodies there. The stocking always had an orange in the toe, some nuts, and then other gifts/toys.
I can't remember many of the gifts, but the one I remember being super excited about was the multi-purpose pocket knife that had a fork on one side and a spoon on the other! (I was in Girl Scouts and it was perfect for using when camping.)
It's funny how we remember (and appreciate) the small things...like the oranges in the toe of the stockings. (and now I live in FL where we can pick fresh oranges off of the trees for Christmas)
"green tomato pickles"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #4--
One of my favorite stories to tell is about the Christmas my hubby went home to Kansas with me to meet my parents (and ask for their blessing to propose) and the rest of our family. The poor guy was overwhelmed with my crazy big family, asked how to make sweet tea (really???), and found himself playing basketball with my cousin-in-law and future cousin-in-law.
But the part I love to tell is about Grandma Frame's homemade pickles that Mom served with dinner one evening. Hubby ate some and said they were REALLY good...and I had the overwhelmingly joyous opportunity to inform him that they were my grandma's "green tomato pickles". At that point he made a face and refused to eat any more of them...he hates tomatoes! (It was classic!) :D LOL (Love you, honey!)
But the
Boy, what I wouldn't do to have a jar of those pickles to serve with Christmas dinner this year! They were SO good! (Anyone have the recipe?)
One of my favorite stories to tell is about the Christmas my hubby went home to Kansas with me to meet my parents (and ask for their blessing to propose) and the rest of our family. The poor guy was overwhelmed with my crazy big family, asked how to make sweet tea (really???), and found himself playing basketball with my cousin-in-law and future cousin-in-law.
But the part I love to tell is about Grandma Frame's homemade pickles that Mom served with dinner one evening. Hubby ate some and said they were REALLY good...and I had the overwhelmingly joyous opportunity to inform him that they were my grandma's "green tomato pickles". At that point he made a face and refused to eat any more of them...he hates tomatoes! (It was classic!) :D LOL (Love you, honey!)
But the
Boy, what I wouldn't do to have a jar of those pickles to serve with Christmas dinner this year! They were SO good! (Anyone have the recipe?)
I think it's time to peruse through Grandma's recipe box and see if I can find it!!!
"little house on the prairie"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #3--
One of the best, most-used gifts I ever received (this one was from my Grandma Corky)...the boxed set of Laura Ingalls Wilder's "Little House" book series. I was so excited to get them! I used to read them at least once a year... I think I'm going to read them over Christmas break, it's been awhile.
The pages are worn and "crunchy" and have gone unread for several years. I can't wait to get my hands on them and read through them once again in a few weeks!
One of the best, most-used gifts I ever received (this one was from my Grandma Corky)...the boxed set of Laura Ingalls Wilder's "Little House" book series. I was so excited to get them! I used to read them at least once a year... I think I'm going to read them over Christmas break, it's been awhile.
The pages are worn and "crunchy" and have gone unread for several years. I can't wait to get my hands on them and read through them once again in a few weeks!
"silver bells"...christmas memories...
Christmas Memories #2--
I must have been very young, because I barely remember this one...but I was at my Great-Grandma Wolford's house and I remember it being really cold, Christmas lights were everywhere, and someone was ringing the downtown bell in Bronson, KS...I recall thinking it was just like the song "Silver Bells"! (Bronson is a tiny town, but I guess it looked like it had lots of "city streetlights" to a little girl who loved to soak in Christmas magic.)
I'm pretty sure there was snow on the ground, and my "perfect memory" (as in what I imagine to be the perfect picture of it, not saying my memory is perfect) has it snowing too. Below is a picture of the tiny downtown of Bronson that I found online...
I must have been very young, because I barely remember this one...but I was at my Great-Grandma Wolford's house and I remember it being really cold, Christmas lights were everywhere, and someone was ringing the downtown bell in Bronson, KS...I recall thinking it was just like the song "Silver Bells"! (Bronson is a tiny town, but I guess it looked like it had lots of "city streetlights" to a little girl who loved to soak in Christmas magic.)
I'm pretty sure there was snow on the ground, and my "perfect memory" (as in what I imagine to be the perfect picture of it, not saying my memory is perfect) has it snowing too. Below is a picture of the tiny downtown of Bronson that I found online...
My Grandma Wolford lived next to the city water tower. My cousin, Sonia, and I would climb on it when we were out playing in Grandma's back yard!
christmas memories...
I have decided to post a Christmas/Winter memory daily on Facebook for the month of December and thought I would post them here as we go too.
Christmas Memory #1
As I read my Aunt Gracie's facebook post that she's going to decorate her church for Christmas later today, it brought up one of the best Christmas memories I remember from my childhood. I spent Christmas at my Grandmother Pittam's that year. (If I remember right, it's also the Christmas that Santa brought me a Hollie Hobbie phonograph.) What I loved most about that Christmas was going to the Christmas Eve candlelight service with Grandmother (it was just her and I there together) at Savannah Avenue Baptist Church. It's the first candlelight service I remember attending, and it was so magical to a little girl! I was wearing my favorite red velvet dress, all prettied up for the holiday, and remember the glow of the candles in that beautiful church was breathtaking! This was back when I was in love with, and in absolute awe of the story of Baby Jesus, and had that childlike faith that we all should strive to have as we grow up. I ended up spilling candle wax down my velvet dress and think I ruined it, and even though everything wasn't perfect in life, for just that one evening, everything was right with the world.
Christmas Memory #1
As I read my Aunt Gracie's facebook post that she's going to decorate her church for Christmas later today, it brought up one of the best Christmas memories I remember from my childhood. I spent Christmas at my Grandmother Pittam's that year. (If I remember right, it's also the Christmas that Santa brought me a Hollie Hobbie phonograph.) What I loved most about that Christmas was going to the Christmas Eve candlelight service with Grandmother (it was just her and I there together) at Savannah Avenue Baptist Church. It's the first candlelight service I remember attending, and it was so magical to a little girl! I was wearing my favorite red velvet dress, all prettied up for the holiday, and remember the glow of the candles in that beautiful church was breathtaking! This was back when I was in love with, and in absolute awe of the story of Baby Jesus, and had that childlike faith that we all should strive to have as we grow up. I ended up spilling candle wax down my velvet dress and think I ruined it, and even though everything wasn't perfect in life, for just that one evening, everything was right with the world.
planes, trains, and...parachutes?!?
i had an appointment this morning with my little buddy. we were in and out rather quickly and then, as i had promised earlier, we went to play at the train park.
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| still enamored by trains... |
while we were there, we peeked in the windows of the train depot and watched a real train go by.
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| exploring the depot, peeking in the windows... |
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| old safe sitting outside the depot... |
we decided to explore, so we walked down the trail into the woods. we found a half-hollow tree riddled with woodpecker holes. we have a resident woodpecker behind our house, so he thought this was great, seeing how the woodpecker drills holes in the wood to get his food.
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| the woodpecker's diner |
then we set out to see what treasures we could find...
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| our treasure collection... |
we gathered flowers, rattle-y seed pods, and sparkly rocks, as we laughed watching the
squirrels play chase. we discovered a tree that had grown around some concrete
that had been left at it's base.
(it's interesting how nature compensates
for the things man does, and still grows and thrives.)
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| chunk of concrete under the tree |
on our trek down the paved path through the woods, we also found a
hidden swing set. it was such an unexpected surprise, and the little man was thoroughly delighted by the discovery.
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| "higher, mommy, higher!" |
as i stood there swinging him in the middle of the peaceful woods,
listening to him laughing and begging "higher, mommy, higher!" it
occurred to me that this was THE perfect moment in time. the
peace, the joy, the gratitude for the fullness my of life, flooded over
me and i was overwhelmed by the moment.
not a worry was on my mind, no grocery or cooking lists were running
through my head, i wasn't thinking about bills or lesson plans, and it didn't matter what else was going on in the
world.
THIS was the perfect moment and the perfect place to be. i just
stood there soaking it in for as long as i could, swinging my little guy
as high as he could stand it, and letting the magic of the moment wash all of my cares away. i wanted to hit the "pause" button and savor every second.
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| ancient ceiling fan |
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| perfect florida day, not a cloud in sight |
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| i love to imagine old buildings as they were in the past |
we meandered back through the woods, played on the playground with some new friends for a little bit, watched a miniscule spider and a tiny strange
"crab" looking bug crawl on the playground train, and then headed to the car after a quick detour back to the depot.
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| old signal light |
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| one last show of independence before leaving |
instead of heading straight to the "supermarket", which was our next planned destination, i chose to turn right instead of left. we crossed over the railroad tracks and drove over to the airport where we watched several small planes refueling.
we drove around the corner and saw the big, old military plane next to the museum of military history, and drove on down the road to what seemed like the most unlikely place to a preschooler. i pulled the car off the road and parked on the shoulder.
he had no idea what i was up to, but i just kept telling him "trust me". i knew we would get to see something more spectacular than he realized. we got out of the car and watched one plane land, followed by another taking off. just before we turned toward the car, we noticed several people "falling" in parachutes and that was just as amazing as anything else he had experienced today.
we drove around the corner and saw the big, old military plane next to the museum of military history, and drove on down the road to what seemed like the most unlikely place to a preschooler. i pulled the car off the road and parked on the shoulder.
he had no idea what i was up to, but i just kept telling him "trust me". i knew we would get to see something more spectacular than he realized. we got out of the car and watched one plane land, followed by another taking off. just before we turned toward the car, we noticed several people "falling" in parachutes and that was just as amazing as anything else he had experienced today.
it was such a fun, "go with the flow" day. i just wish i would have had the foresight to plan a picnic so we could have enjoyed it just a wee little bit more! the best part was hearing over and over again from my spontaneous sidekick that this was "the best day i ever had, mommy!"
yeah, you can bet we'll be planning another day like this, but this time we'll go on a morning when the museums are open, pack a picnic to carry into the woods, eat somewhere along the trail...and maybe we'll share some of our tasty morsels with the frolicking squirrels.
getting inked
i finally came up with the inspiration for a tat, now i have to figure out where i want it...my foot, my ankle, my shoulder...
i've decided to get a tattoo in memory of my sisters. i want a single yellow victorian rose bud (in memory of my grandmother pittam) with two colorful victorian butterflies (one for each sister) flying around it. i have no idea what it could cost, so i guess it's time to get started on drawing it up and then seeing what the estimated cost might be. i would love to do this on one of the ink shows, thinking of drafting an email to apply for it.
this could be pretty cool. going to sketch up a drawing of it soon, stay tuned!
really looking forward to some things i've got in the works. it's amazing how quickly the creative juices are flowing, but yet there's not enough time (or quiet) to follow through on them all. trying to take notes and get organized...
i've decided to get a tattoo in memory of my sisters. i want a single yellow victorian rose bud (in memory of my grandmother pittam) with two colorful victorian butterflies (one for each sister) flying around it. i have no idea what it could cost, so i guess it's time to get started on drawing it up and then seeing what the estimated cost might be. i would love to do this on one of the ink shows, thinking of drafting an email to apply for it.
this could be pretty cool. going to sketch up a drawing of it soon, stay tuned!
really looking forward to some things i've got in the works. it's amazing how quickly the creative juices are flowing, but yet there's not enough time (or quiet) to follow through on them all. trying to take notes and get organized...
walking down the overcast lane called memory...
i recently came across some pictures someone posted on facebook. i was just browsing, checking some things out, and the pictures just jumped out and hit me. hard.
the pictures were straight out of the past, faces i hadn't seen in awhile, and never expected to see online. my sisters. i don't know all of the circumstances surrounding the situation, though i've heard the story in bits and pieces all my life, but they were taken from our family unexpectedly, brutally, when i was just a few months old.
a couple weeks ago, maurice sendak died and i read through some quotes of his. the ones posted below stood out to me as i thought of my little ones in my classroom, they have dealt with so much in their short lives. but in just the past few days, i realize that they applied to my own childhood, and really everyone's childhood has something in it that alters them and compromises how the future could have been compared to what it might be now...
the pictures were straight out of the past, faces i hadn't seen in awhile, and never expected to see online. my sisters. i don't know all of the circumstances surrounding the situation, though i've heard the story in bits and pieces all my life, but they were taken from our family unexpectedly, brutally, when i was just a few months old.
a couple weeks ago, maurice sendak died and i read through some quotes of his. the ones posted below stood out to me as i thought of my little ones in my classroom, they have dealt with so much in their short lives. but in just the past few days, i realize that they applied to my own childhood, and really everyone's childhood has something in it that alters them and compromises how the future could have been compared to what it might be now...
“I think it is unnatural to think that there is such a thing as a blue-sky, white-clouded happy childhood for anybody. Childhood is a very, very tricky business of surviving it. Because if one thing goes wrong or anything goes wrong, and usually something goes wrong, then you are compromised as a human being. You're going to trip over that for a good part of your life.”and now, as i think more and more about my own childhood and work to find out all i can about my beautiful sisters (who have been my angels all my life), this quote stands out to me too...
“Certainly we want to protect our children from new and painful experiences that are beyond their emotional comprehension and that intensify anxiety; and to a point we can prevent premature exposure to such experiences. That is obvious. But what is just as obvious — and what is too often overlooked — is the fact that from their earliest years children live on familiar terms with disrupting emotions, fear and anxiety are an intrinsic part of their everyday lives, they continually cope with frustrations as best they can. And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming Wild Things.”
“I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.”it's interesting how randomly coming across a couple of pictures unexpectedly can change your perspective. i am inspired by them, have a purpose to my summer because of them, and have finally figured out what i want my first tattoo to look like...in memory of them.
"Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister." ~Katherine MansfieldOn my mind, in my heart...today, always...SA&PC
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