>After doing my 2011 “Year End List” last week, I got to thinking how this is also really the end of a significant DECADE for me. So I thought I’d reflect and capture a few events of the past ten years, all of which I experienced while living in our current house, which we’ll be moving out of on January 16. Taking the time to review this past decade has been an exercise in thankfulness for me. So many good people have come into my life since 2001, and I’ve been blessed with many wonderful experiences.
2001—I had surgery for CANCER (endometrial) on my 50th birthday, in March, the same month we moved from the house we had built in 2005 into a rental house in Harbor Town. Our youngest child, Beth, graduated from high school in May and left for college in August, so WE BECAME EMPTY NESTERS. ATTACKS on the World Trade Centers and the Pentagon happened in September, and oldest son, Jon, joined the Army that same month. We MOVED again in October, into our current house.
2002—I took my first ICONOGRAPHY WORKSHOP, which kickstarted a brief (8-year) “career” teaching iconography and writing icons as commissioned work. During those years I took workshops in Michigan, California, Washington, D.C., and Mississippi, and taught workshops in Memphis. Stacy Autrey was baptised and became my 12th Godchild, and I served as Matron of Honor in Stacy and Jared’s wedding in July.
2003—Jon DEPLOYED TO IRAQ where he drove a hummer into Baghdad during the initial surge. My Goddaughter, Katherine Thames, and her family lived with us for 3 months when they returned to Memphis from the mission field in Honduras. Sophie Mansour was born and became my 13th Godchild.
2004— Our younger son, Jason, joined the Air Force. Bill, Beth and I joined 70 other members of my husband’s family for a week-long family reunion cruise to Alaska. (Jon was deployed and Jason was in basic training with the AF, so neither of them could go.) This was one of my favorite travel adventures of all time.
2005—My aunt Barbara Jo died of cancer. (I spent several weeks with her in Hospice care in Mississippi.) Beth graduated from college. I spoke at a women’s retreat in Austin, Texas. I moved my mother into assisted living and sold her house in Jackson, Mississippi. The weekend that Hurricane Katrina hit Biloxi, I had taken my daughter and my mother to visit Jason, who was at the Biloxi Air Force Base. We drove home on August 28.
2006—I wrote my first novel—The Sweet Carolines—and met several of my literary heroes, including Beth Ann Fennelly, Cassandra King Conroy, Jennifer Horne and Wendy Reed at the Southern Festival of Books, the last year it was in Memphis. (The novel is waiting for possible revisions in the future.) We discovered Seagrove Beach, Florida, where we celebrated Jon’s graduation from flight school before he deployed to Iraq a second time.
2007—My brother, Mike, died at age 58. My dear friend and “yia-yia,” Urania Alissandratos died. I attended my first writing workshop—the Yoknapatawpha Summer Writers Workshop—in Oxford, Mississippi, where I met several dear friends who formed a writing critique group that met monthly for three years. (often on the balcony at Square Books) In August I went to Clinton, Mississippi for the first Mississippi Writers Guild Conference, where I met Joshilyn Jackson, who inspired me to start my blog. In September I attended the first Oxford Creative Nonfiction Workshop, where I met Lee Gutkind, who would become an important mentor in my nonfiction writing. My first essay was published (and a second one) and I drafted my first memoir (not to be published.) I started Pen & Palette. My husband and I traveled to Greece with our friends, Father Paul and Sissy Yerger, from Clinton, Mississippi. (Sissy and I swam at Patmos.)
2008—Jason married See Vang and moved to Denver (from Cheyenne, Wyoming.) I moved Mother into a nursing home. My dear friend, Sue Brownlow, became Orthodox and asked me to be her sponsor, making her my 14th Godchild. I wrote a second memoir, also not for publication. My essay, “Blocked,” was a finalist in the Santa Fe Writers Project literary competition and was published in their literary journal. I met three of my writing mentors in 2008—Scott Morris and Jere Hoar, who were on faculty for the Yoknapatawpha Summer Writer’s Workshop—and Neil White, who organized the first Oxford Creative Nonfiction Conference, which I attended with Daphne Davenport and Katherine Thames. Kristen Iversen and Dinty Moore led two manuscript critique workshops that I participated in, and they have continued to be mentors and friends.
2009—Our first grandchild, Grace, was born. Jon deployed to Afghanistan. Bill and I attended my 40th high school reunion, where I reconnected with several friends that I’m now keeping up with again. I began work on a novel, and published several more essays. I was a presenter at the Southern Women Writers Conference at Berry College in Rome, Georgia, where I met another close writing buddy, Ellen Ann Fentress, of Jackson, Mississippi! I attended a spiritual writing workshop in Oxford led by another new friend and writing mentor, the Orthodox poet and writer, Scott Cairns. I joined Twitter and Facebook in 2009.
2010—Beth got her Master of Architecture degree and moved to Denver. Our second grandchild, Anna Susan was born. I took another beach trip with my best friend, Daphne, and her kids. Bill and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary with a trip to Italy. My beloved 21-year-old cat, Oreo, died. I traveled with Southern author, River Jordan, to Jefferson, Texas for the Pulpwood Queens Girlfriend Weekend, where I met Pat Conroy, Elizabeth Berg and other literary idols and made new friends like Nicole Seitz. I spent my first month-long writing “retreat” at the beach for the month of November. I was co-director of the 2010 Oxford Creative Nonfiction Conference. I continued to write and publish essays.
2011—Beth married Kevin Davis at sunset on the beach in Seagrove Beach, Florida. I turned 60 and celebrated 10 years being cancer free! I was a “colonist” at the first Fairhope Writers Colony Retreat in June, led by Sonny Brewer and several other great Fairhope authors. I spoke at the Boulder Writers Workshop in Colorado in August and organized and directed the 2011 Memphis Creative Nonfiction Workshop in September. Jackson Stephen Autrey became my 15th Godchild. My second month-long writing retreat at the beach came in November. Another essay was published, this time in a new literary journal, The Saint Katherine Review. The prologue and first two chapters of my novel-in-progress made the short list in the Faulkner-Wisdom competition.
As I say goodbye to 2011, I’m heading to Denver early on Friday morning to spend New Year’s weekend with Jason, See, Grace, Anna Susan, Beth and Kevin. Jon was home for a week and a half for Christmas (and he and Bill joined me in Seagrove Beach for Thanksgiving) so the holidays are full of family for me this year. (Including a joyful Christmas party with Mom at Lakeland Nursing Home.)I’m leaving my laptop at home this weekend and looking forward to being off the grid for a few days.
I hope your New Year’s weekend is safe and joyous. See you in 2012!
As I looked through the hundred or more cards we’ve received this year, I was not surprised to discover that some of this year’s favorites are from the same folks…. artists and creative young families. And a couple of newcomers made the cut this year. Please understand that I LOVE CHRISTMAS CARDS OF ALL TYPES. I love to send them and receive them. But the artist and writer in me can’t help but notice when a card is especially creative or unusual.
So here they are, my favorite Christmas Cards from 2011. (In no particular order.)
This first one, from the McCollums, who lived in Memphis for several years before returning to middle Tennessee, features art work by their ten-year-old daughter, Christine. Christine’s mother, Anne Marie, took one of my icon workshops a few years ago, and is a creative woman on many fronts. (She sews, bakes amazing wedding cakes, scrapbooks, paints, and home schools four children.) I see that Christine is also a budding iconographer/artist!
Sarah and Joel Finley’s card was also among the favorites last year. Again, no surprise here, as Sarah is also an artist/iconographer, school teacher, and musician, along with her husband Joel and others in the Nashville band, Lulu Mae. The photo doesn’t do justice to the card, which is multi-layered and features a wonderful quote from St. Ephraim the Syrian, also a poet. Interestingly enough, the Finleys also live in the Nashville area. Lots of creative juices flowing over there!
And another repeat favorite, from our friends and neighbors, Bob Layman and Barry Cantrell. Bob and Barry work with iron to create wonderful pieces of art, and they also do terrific house renovations (like ours). This card is beautifully layered with interesting pieces of shiny paper and the star is also 3-D. The photo doesn’t really show how wonderful it is, but I loved the composition. Bob and Barry will also be helping us transition to our rental house in Harbor in a few weeks by painting several rooms for us before we move in. Their creativity and their friendship are blessings to me.
Maybe our most unusual card, and definitely the one that traveled the farthest to reach us, is this lovely image sent by Dr. Yoshihiro Kokubo, Chief, Department of Preventive Cardiology at the National Cebrebral and Cardiovascular Center in Osaka, Japan. A few weeks ago my husband traveled to Kyoto to speak at a medical conference, and Dr. Kokubo was one of his hosts. I think it’s interesting that the card company put the text in English. The beauty of the card is a reflection of the beauty of the people my husband met while he was there.
My final two favorites are photo cards. We sent a photo card this year, and I noticed that about 90% of the cards we received are photo cards. And while I love sending and receiving pictures, I decided that next year I’m going to try to send a more traditional card… or create something original. I must say, however, that these two photo cards are also very creative. This first one is from our niece and nephew in Atlanta, with their three little girls.
The Dr. Seuss theme is precious, isn’t it? The oldest, Cate, is about 5 now, and younger sisters, Allie and Brynn, were premature twins who had to stay in the hospital for a few months when they were born, three years ago. We were all so thankful for their growth and health, and seeing them at age 3 is such a joy!
I’ll close with another photo card, also from a precious couple who had premature twins recently. Damon Boiles III, our Godson and his precious wife, Weezie, live in Birmingham. I love the front of the card… which gains meaning as you turn it over….
and see V-Boiles Day! Damon IV and Charlie were born on October 17th, and they are still in the NICU in Birmingham, but since this photo they’ve been able to sleep in real cribs and breathe without the big breathing devices, and their folks have even been able to begin to feed them with bottles. Victory for the Boileses, indeed!
Thanks to everyone who took the time to send us a Christmas card this year. They are all “winners” and each one brought us great joy. I always leave them out until Epiphany (January 6) so I can sit and look through them again, taking time to read the Christmas letters slowly after the busy days of Christmas are over. I hope you enjoyed my little gallery!
>“Kathy” (not her real name) has two college degrees, seven years of service as a photographer with the United States Navy and a second career as a teacher for the Memphis City Schools. She just turned 60, and quit teaching last year due to being in an overwhelmingly difficult work environment. Now she lives in her car.
My husband and I ate Christmas dinner with Kathy today at Brother Juniper’s Restaurant near the University of Memphis. Owners (and friends) Jonathan and Pauline Koplin (and their “kids,” Sarah and Patrick) have been serving this (free) meal on Christmas Day for eleven years now. My husband and oldest son, Jonathan, and I were supposed to have Christmas dinner with friends from St. John Orthodox Church today, but they had to postpone due to illness. We saw the Koplins at St. John’s Christmas Liturgy and feast last night, and Pauline asked my husband if he had time to stop by their restaurant around 10:45 this morning for him to bless the food before they began serving. Well, we ended up staying for two and a half hours, where our son, Jonathan, served in the food line and Father Basil and I visited with a number of other guests. (That’s Jonathan, right, with Patrick Koplin, left.)
There were quite a few veterans there, and some of them, like Kathy, didn’t know how to get the services they need from the VA until Father Basil (who is also Chief of Preventive Medicine at the VA in Memphis) shared some information with them today. He plans to get together with Kathy next week to help her get connected with the right folks at Veterans Affairs. It was obvious that we were supposed to be there today, for so many reasons.
I loved meeting Tony (his real name) who is an artist who teaches classes at Jacob’s Ladder. Here’s Tony with this amazing painting. He uses fabric paint. He has recently been asked to paint legendary Memphis soul musician J. Blackfoot, who died on November 30. The painting will hang in the Stax Museum here in Memphis.
Christmas Dinner at Brother Junipers’ isn’t your usual “feed the homeless” affair. It brings together neighbors, restaurant regulars, and those in need with “accidental tourists” like the family who was driving through Memphis and Googled restaurants and just happened to choose Brother Juniper’s for their Christmas meal. They had no idea until they arrived that the meal was free!
(That’s Pauline with me, above.)
The table of folks next to us broke out in spontaneous song at one point, and we all joined them with a few Christmas carols.
Did I mention how good the food was? Turkey, dressing, fresh sautéed green beans, sweet potato casserole, lasagna, deserts, and even kahlua and Baileys for the coffee! The Koplins did some of the cooking, and sponsors and volunteers contributed the rest. As we visited with some of the couple of hundred guests who came and went from 11 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. today, I found myself often on the brink of tears, and so thankful for this special treat that we were given today. As “Santa Clause” gave out candy canes, some of the children were equally as interested in the large cross that hung around my husband’s neck. And when someone told Tony that I was an artist and he asked what I paint, I only had to point to one of the icons hanging on the wall near the restaurant’s kitchen door.
Yes, this will be a Christmas dinner to remember, and one I hope we can participate in again. Thanks, Jonathan, Pauline, Sarah, Patrick, sponsors, volunteers and guests for THE BEST CHRISTMAS DINNER EVER!
>In considering what gift I might offer to my readers this Christmas, I immediately thought of this wonderful ekphrastic poem, “Nativity,” by my friend, Scott Cairns. It’s actually the first of two parts of his poem, “Two Icons,” which is published in his wonderful book, The Compass of Affection. Two years ago I did a post about Cairns and a spiritual writing workshop he led in Oxford in 2009, which I was blessed to attend.
Since the poem is ekphrastic, I’m including an icon of the Nativity here as well. There are many excellent ones, but this one has most of the elements Cairns reflects upon in his poem. (It’s missing the wise men’s horses and the dog near Joseph, but you can use your imagination.) If you look at the icon for a few minutes first—prayerfully—and then read the poem aloud, slowly, letting the words fill your soul, it’s possible that the image and the words will open for you a window to Heaven.
As you lean in, you’ll surely apprehend
the tiny God is wrapped
in something more than swaddle. The God
is tightly bound within
His blessed mother’s gaze—her face declares
that she is rapt by what
she holds, beholds, reclines beholden to.
She cups His perfect head
and kisses Him, that even here the radiant
compass of affection
is announced, that even here our several
histories converge and slip,
just briefly, out of time. Which is much of what
an icon works as well,
and this one offers up a broad array
of separate narratives
whose temporal relations quite miss the point,
or meet there. Regardless,
one blithe shepherd offers music to the flock,
and—just behind him—there
he is again, and sore afraid, attended
by a trembling companion
and addressed by Gabriel. Across the ridge,
three wise men spur three horses
towards a star, and bowing at the icon’s
nearest edge, these same three
yet adore the seated One whose mother serves
as throne. Meantime, stumped,
the kindly Abba Joseph ruminates,
from an attentive dog whose master may
yet prove to be a holy
messenger disguised as fool. Overhead,
the famous star is all
but out of sight by now; yet, even so,
it aims a single ray
directing our slow pilgrims to the core
where all the journeys meet,
appalling crux and hallowed cave and womb,
where crouched among these other
lowing cattle at their trough, our travelers
receive that creatured air, and pray.
© Scott Cairns. Used with permission.
P.S. I really love Coptic icons, so I’m including several below for your enjoyment. And… I just found this short video of Coptic icons being written in the UK. I’m not usually a fan of contemporary Christian music, but I love the song in this video.
Christ is Born! Glorify Him!
Χριστός Γεννάται! Αληθώς Γεννάται!
Al-Maseehu wulida famajjedouh!
Christos razhdayetsya! Slavite yoho!
I think I’ve posted this every Christmas for the past three years, but this is my favorite Christmas video. Actually two of them – one’s the studio version.
Angels Are Singing: Studio Version
>I’ve been reading a wonderful book which is actually a collection of essays: A Syllable of Water: Twenty Writers of Faith Reflect on Their Art, edited by Emily Griffin.
I was going to wait until I was finished and do a book review, but each essay is such a gem that I’ve decided to write a brief reflection on individual entries that are touching my soul. I’m going to begin with John Leax’s essay, “Within Infinite Purposes: On Writing and Place.”
Before you say, “Oh, no, another essay on ‘place’” you might want to know that Leax isn’t talking here as much about the sense of place that literature evokes as the place the author needs in order to create art.
I’ve been looking for that place for many years. My longing for a place to write is what takes me to Seagrove Beach, Florida, every November for a month of solitary writing. And it’s what’s been driving me to find a different house in a place that feeds my soul. (We’re moving 4 weeks from today to this house in Harbor Town, on the Mississippi River, where I can see sunsets from our porch or stroll a couple of blocks to the river’s edge.) And in that house, my husband will have his “man den” (complete with desk, computer, printer, flat screen TV, leather chair, and filing cabinets) and I will finally have A ROOM OF MY OWN.
Yes! My room has a wall of built-in book shelves, two windows looking into a small yard (no distractions but plenty of light), and room for my desk, filing cabinets, and a reading chair. (Have to take care of the body.)
So what does all this have to do with Leax’s essay? Leax writes in a small studio behind his home. It’s a cabin he built with hand tools in the corner of his quarter-acre yard that’s farthest from his house. His description of the simple interior of the cabin reminded me of Larry Brown’s writing cabin, “The Shack,” which I visited just outside Oxford, Mississippi a couple of years ago. (Scroll down to the second half of that blog post to read about it. That’s me leaning against Brown’s shack, overlooking a pond, surrounded by tall trees.)
Leax says of his writing place: “There’s no room for anyone else.”
I’ve shared an office with my sweet husband for the past sixteen years (in 3 different houses) and I just can’t write when someone else is in the room or even might come into the room, so I was excited to read Leax’s description of his space. But then he addresses another aspect of our situations: privilege vs. need:
“As I sit in my studio, I often forget that I am a privileged man. I need to remember that Russian writer Alexander Solzhenitzen wrote under duress in a prison camp. Keats wrote in the anguish of ill health and poverty.”
And yes we will, we can, we must write wherever we are. I know this. But when there’s the opportunity to find a better writing place, Leax says:
“Virginia Woolf’s classic A Room of One’s Own is nothing less than an exposition of how a person without a place is silenced.”
Yes. That’s how I’ve felt—silenced. And it’s about more than our writing space. Leax continues:
“When Woolf asked, ‘What conditions are necessary for the creation of works of art?’ she was, of course, addressing the topic of women and fiction. It would be disingenuous of me to hijack her text for my own purposes, but I am willing to risk it, for her conclusion, ‘a woman must have money and a room of her own,’ has import beyond the silencing of women. Her conclusion acknowledges the truth of what is necessary for any writer. Without a belief that one dwells in an authority-granting place, that one is empowered to speak, neither man nor woman can write.”
An authority-granting place. Much can be said about that. It’s not just about physical place, but also about having a place in the literary tradition. I don’t know if I will ever get to that place or not, but I am doing what I can to create a space in my own home that will feed my art. Again, from Leax’s essay:
“Home, however, can be narrow and stultifying. Often it cannot meet the needs of the restless, intelligent, and creative.”
The needs of the restless. I’m hoping that my new space in our house on the river will help me find my place in the literary tradition. But Leax says that “one’s place within the created order and within a community… must be both granted and chosen. Fortunately, we have come to understand the literary tradition enlarged to include Virginia Woolf, but her point remains. To be placeless is to be silenced.”
But first I visited my niece, Aubrey Leigh Goodwin, and met my new great nephew, Thomas Goodwin. It saddened me that my mother would never understand that he is her great grandson, since she no longer remembers my brother, Mike, who died five years ago this coming January. It was a joy to meet little Thomas, and to see so many of my brother’s beautiful features in his tiny face. But on to the party…
Mom was wearing a pretty green scarf when I greeted her in the dining room, and I said, “Oh what a pretty scarf! Is that new?”
“No I’ve had it for years.” She fingered the gold beads on its edges.
Then I saw another resident wearing one just like it and I asked her where she got it. She pointed to a young woman standing near one of the doors and said, “She gave them to me and to your mom.” So I introduced myself to the woman and learned that she comes to Lakeland every week or so and just gives gifts and visits with residents. She said my mother is always smiling and chatty and she loves to visit with her. What a gift to know this.
Residents’ families had sent “Santa Gifts” to be given out by a visiting Santa during the party. Mom kept asking me over and over “who sent these things?” When I put the blingy bracelet on her arm and said, “Merry Christmas,” she said, “Well, let’s put this away until Christmas.” And I would say, “No, Mom, this is to wear and enjoy now!” Same thing when she opened my gift, two blouses with matching slacks. She did have an opinion about the blouses, though, saying, “I like that one better,” pointing to the peach flowered top and khaki slacks. And she loved the snow globe that played, “Deck the Halls,” while snow came down on a little Christmas tree.
And she ate most of 3 pieces of cake (she’s a picky eater!) because she could see the chocolate one, the coconut cake, and the white cake with Christmas icing, and she wanted to have some of each.
After some Christmas carols, this woman, Hattie, who is a resident at Lakeland, stood up and recited a poem she says she learned in Sunday School fifty years ago. It was lengthy and included singing a few lines in the middle, beautifully telling the story of Christ’s birth and bringing me to tears.
After the party I went with Mom to her room to put away her new clothes, and she said, “It feels small in here.” So I rolled here back into the hall and parked her next to the woman with the matching scarf and kissed her goodbye.
“You’re not leaving, are you?”
This is always the hard part of my visits.
“Yes, Mom, I’m meeting some friends for dinner, but I’ll see you again soon.”
The woman next to her reached over and held Mom hand and said,”I’ll be here, Effie.” This woman is aware of Mom’s Alzheimer’s and seems to find a way to just be with her in her little world. “We’ll find something to talk about.”
And then the woman smiled and winked at me.
Angels everywhere. Merry Christmas, Mom.
It’s time again. Only three weeks left in 2011, so it’s time to reflect, remember, and review. Last year I followed my friend, Corey Mesler’s example and did a 2010 Year End List. This year, after reading Karen Harrington’s posts, “My Favorite Things,” and “My Favorite Things, Part 2,” I was torn between which model to emulate. In the end I went back to the simple list. Some entries are serious, others are light. (The first entry on the list is in a league of its own, of course.)
Here goes, the Best of 2011:
Best family event: My daughter’s wedding at Seagrove Beach, FL (May) Photo shows our whole family together at the wedding: Jason, See, and their daughters, Grace and Anna, Kevin and Beth, me, Bill, and our oldest son Jonathan.
Best news: Our daughter, Beth, is having a baby girl next April!
Best novel I read: Pearl of China by Anchee Min. Runner-up: The Paris Wife by Paula McLain
Best memoir I read: Blue Nights by Joan Didion
Best book I read on writing and art: A Syllable of Water: Twenty Writers of Faith Reflect on Their Art (Emily Griffin, Editor)
Best book of poetry I read: Before the Great Troubling by Corey Mesler
Best addiction memoir I read: Drinking: A Love Story by Carolyn Knapp
Best anorexia memoir I read: Appetites: Why Women Want, also by Carolyn Knapp
Best book I read on my Kindle: It’s a tie: The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch and the Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby
Best new literary journal: Saint Katherine Review (who published my essay, “Watching”)
Best blog post by me: “Writing Memoir: Art vs. Confessional” over at Jane Friedman’s Writer’s Digest blog, “There Are No Rules.” (now archived)
Best new indie bookstore: The Hidden Lantern, Rosemary Beach, FL
Best new movie I saw: The Help
Best new TV show I discovered: Pan Am (not nearly as good as Mad Men, but I love the period)
Best series I can’t quit watching over and over: Law & Order SVU (Special Victims Unit).
Best older TV show I discovered: The Good Wife (once I discovered it, I bought Season 1 on DVD and caught up! I studied the deleted scenes to improve my writing, and did a post about it over at A Good Blog is Hard to Find.)
Best current TV show: still Parenthood (same as last year)
Best reality/contestant TV show: The Sing Off
Best new music video: Ronnie Dunn, “Love Owes Me One”
Best new music video runner up: Kenny Chesney and Grace Potter, “You and Tequila”
Best live musical performance: Jennifer Nettles and Ronnie Dunn at the ACM Girls Night Out (Ronnie sang Jennifer’s “Stay,” and then Ronnie and Jennifer sang “Let Him Fly”—my two favorite country singers together!
Best new cd: “You Get What You Give” by the Zac Brown Band
Best newly discovered singer/songwriter: David Wilcox
Best Broadway show I saw: “Memphis” (the musical) in NYC
Best writing events I attended: Yoknapatawpha Summer Writers Workshop (Oxford, MS, June), Fairhope Writers Colony Retreat (Fairhope, AL, June), Memphis Creative Nonfiction Workshop (Memphis, TN, September)
Best writing retreat: the month of November (Seagrove Beach, FL) where I almost finished my novel….
Best new restaurant in Memphis: Alchemy(in Cooper Young)
Best new OPI nail color: Get in the Expresso Lane
Best new leggings: Anne Taylor Loft. Runner-up: JJill
Best sunset: Seagrove Beach, Florida
What are your “bests” from 2011?
As Christmas approaches, my mind is flooded with memories… of my own childhood, and also the many Christmases with our children, who are now 29, 30 and 34. My favorite Christmas toy as a child would probably not be allowed on the market today because of how dangerous it was. My brother, Mike, and I got it when we were about 8 and 10, back around 1959 or so. It was a “ride” you sat in, tucked your legs up under the seat, and held onto the handles and started rocking until you would spin around and around, completely upside down, over and over.
It might have been safe enough, except that after we got bored with it, we became more creative. Mike created a contest where we would run from 10 feet away and jump into the seat without stopping to start our spin, thinking we could go faster that way. After he missed once and chipped his front tooth on the driveway, that put an end to the game. Later we took the circular part off its stand and tried to ride it down the street… and eventually down a hill. It’s amazing that Mike and I lived through our childhood.
When our children were 3, 4 and 7, we discovered Omagles. Back in 1985 a full set only cost about $100. I don’t remember our three kids playing with anything as long as they did with Omagles. Over the years they built everything from lemonade stands to go-carts out of the PVC pipe set with wheels. Ah… the days before computer games!
What was your favorite childhood toy?
>Today is the Feast Day of Saint Nicholas, Bishop of Myra. I woke up early to say prayers, and to continue working on finding a place to live (we sold our house this weekend and have to move in 6 weeks!), cleaning out, selling things on Craigslist, taking items to Goodwill, etc. It saddens me a bit that I won’t have time this year to decorate the house for Christmas and do as many festive activities as I’ve done in the past. But it brings me joy to pass on traditions as we move into another phase of life. Yesterday I packed up my Christmas china that I’ve used for about 35 years and shipped it to my son and daughter-in-law in Denver to use as their young family establishes their own traditions.
I also mailed my middle son and youngest daughter each a box of the Christmas ornaments they had been given since childhood by grandparents and friends, for use on their own Christmas trees now that they are both married. As I looked through the ornaments, I found a Christmas pickle, and laughed as I remembered watching the kids rush into the den to search for the pickle on Christmas morning, hidden deep in the boughs of the tree. I hope my grandchildren will experience that joy! (If you don’t have a Christmas pickle, you can get one here.)
If you’re interested in some serious reading about Saint Nicholas, the most extensive blog I’ve found on lives of saints includes this post from 2008.
Holy Saint Nicholas, pray to God for us!