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Holding on to Christmas

     When I was a young mother, low these many years ago (1973, could it have been that long ago?) my own mother faced a decision:  continue on with our traditional Christmas Eve celebration where siblings exchanged gifts from names we drew from a hat on Thanksgiving; or morph our Christmas celebration to something new. Why make a change?  I’m second of nine children.  As we flew the nest, we tried to blend traditions of our family of origin and our spouses family.  I craved some family memories with my own little family of three.  With only three of nine…

Photo Friday: Be Quilting

Grandma B pieced quilts when she was a little girl.  That’s what little girls did way back when, according to her.  In the summer, she sat with friends on a blanket in the yard and pieced together quilts. Grandma B never learned to quilt.  Her mother did the quilting. I made a quilt for Mom and Dad back when my little ones were, um, little.  My sons sat with me, needles in hand, sewing with unknotted thread.  They “sewed” as long as their attentions allowed.  Mom and Dad both cried tears of joy when they received our labor of love. …

Photo Friday: Upon These Rocks

Every summer for the past eight years, my grandchildren gift me with precious rocks It started when my oldest grandchild, Boo, was four.  Boo, Duckie, and I took a hike across the Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes on Lake Michigan.  We thought the beach was just over the first dune, then it was the second dune.  For sure the beach must be beyond the third dune.  After that, it seemed better to move forward than to turn back.   Ah, what sweet relief after what seemed like a half a lifetime of walking, we reached flat land and the shoreline.  Still,…

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