Friday, December 24, 2010

My Gift

Looksee What I Won! Jenny Matlock over at ..."off on my tangent"...    said my name was drawn. Suhweet! It arrived in the mail today! Perfect timing! Isn't the little doggy on the card adorable. And Christmas tea! I can't wait to drink that! And.....

........ I couldn't wait until tomorrow to open my package.

A Chickberry recipe book! How nice! I've never won anything online before!

I have been looking through it and I think I'm going to have to make that Peanut Butter Texas Sheet Cake, Jenny. And there's a bisquit recipe by Jenny too! Yipee! I have been searching for a good bisquit recipe! And there's even room for me to add my own favorite recipes too! Thank You Jenny for the cookbook! That was very nice of you! I'll cherish it always!

My family has all gone to their homes to wait for Santa. I in my night gown and mister in his John Wayne pajammies, the grands gave him for Christmas, are going to bed!

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."



How do you store your special ornaments?

I have found that the Florida heat in my attic has been too harsh and several of my old lovelies have been ruined or cracked and I hate to lose anymore. If I store them inside, space is limited.

So, my question is how do you store your vintage ornaments?

Care to share??   

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Christmas Piglet

When I was a little girl my father went hunting every hunting season. I even walked behind him not knowing that he was tracking a deer. And if you can get beyond the fact that doing so is considered a very unsafe decision on a parent’s part, please keep in mind that song that Bucky Covington sings “A Different World” because I grew up in a different world from kids today.

One Christmas my father came home from the hunting lease with a burlap sack tied with a red ribbon. There was something wiggling inside that sack! My older sister always wanted a pet Raccoon and thought perhaps my father brought one home for her for Christmas! After she asked him if it was a Raccoon, my father told her that Raccoons don’t make good pets because he had one as a child and it turned mean on him. So we wondered what was wiggling inside the burlap bag. Then we heard this thing squeal as my father placed the burlap sack on the cold shiny asbestos tile floor. When it wiggled its way out of the sack it shot down the hall, slippin’ and a slidin’ trying for all its might to get a foothold, to get away from four squealing little girls.

There it was. A squealing spotted piglet being chased by four little squealing girls. It finally managed to out maneuver us and hightailed for the dark space under mine and my little sister’s bed. All one could see were four little butts sticking out from under a bed. What fun! What excitement! What a wonderful Christmas present.

After we caught this little piglet, and it was so very little, and each sister had an opportunity to hold it and pet it, our father told us how he found it. Apparently its mother had been killed, which was illegal to do so, and her untimely death left behind several little piglets. Each of my father’s hunting partners caught a piglet and each took a baby piglet home to bottle feed until it was old enough to survive on its own. Or at least that’s the version my father chose to tell us.

We bottle fed that little piglet until it was too big for its temporary home inside one of our rabbit pens. After Christmas, our father then gave our little piglet to a family that lived out in the woods. He said it was a better place for the piglet to grow up and we never saw that piglet again. I can only hope it didn’t end up on my plate at some point down the road.

Many years have come and gone since that Christmas, but I will always remember that little Christmas piglet.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Christmas Cards? or E Cards?

Dortie's Card
This little card was given to me by a very dear old friend named Dortie. Dortie is no longer with us. But every year I pull her precious little card out and remember her at Christmas.

Today I got a really cute Christmas E-card in my email in box. The sad thing about it is I could not show it to anyone else. I couldn't place it in a pretty bowl for my family to enjoy reading or looking at it during this Christmas time. I couldn't save it and look back at it next year, or the year after that. I was so disappointed.

So there it is. Is this the end of sending Christmas cards through the mail to your neighbors and friends and relatives faraway? What if someone doesn't have a computor? Will you just say oh well?

I'd rather pay 44 cents for a stamp and give someone something other than a bill to open up this month. In addition to that, I'd rather support the United States Post Office who in turn employs many postal workers and carriers.

Letter writing is becoming a way of the past. Just like cursive writing is being done away with in schools. For all of you christians out there, let's continue to spread good tidings of great joy by sending Christmas cards through the United States Postal Service.

Luke 2:10-14 (King James Version)

10. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
11. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
12. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
13. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
14. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.


My Old Lovelies

I love collecting old vintage ornaments. They hold many memories for me. Christmas trees should hold memories and that's why these old lovelies come home with me.

 Silent Night ornaments have always been a favorite. We had one on our tree when I was a little girl. The four of us girls would lay around the tree on Christmas eve and vote on the favorite ornaments. It was always the Silent Night ornament and the manger ornament. I had them for years, and gave them both to my daughter. They are now her favorites too.

 Old Shiny Brite ornaments find a new home here.
 I love an ornament that tells a story. This one reminds me of my daughter skating. She wanted to skate with the rest of the children but we knew she didn't know how considering she was born and raised in Florida. We let her go out on the ice rink anyway and to our amazement, she took off like she had skated all her life! I'll never forget the joy on her face.
 An old feather tree ornament. Someday I'll find a real feather tree and give this little fellow a proper home.

 Another old Shiny Brite.
 Merry Christmas! People don't say that anymore. I can remember saying that in lieu of goodbye.
 I even buy some ornaments because they look old.

This pretty little ornament was a K-Mart ornament. I bought four and gave my daughter three.
I can remember buying ornaments for my Christmas tree back in the early 70's. They had peace signs on them. Haven't seen any of those around yet. Well, that is not all of my vintage ornaments. Just all that I was able to pull down from the attic by myself. Maybe next year I'll have a real tree again and can put the rest of my old lovelies on my tree.

Do you have any old ornaments to share?

Friday, December 3, 2010

Thrifty Finds

This week I am participating in a little Linky party called Junkin Finds. It's being hosted by Linda over at her A LA CARTE blog . You'll be amazed at some of the nice thrifty things that friends can find while out and about. You can check them out here:

This week has flown by like a whirlwind. First the rain came, and then the cold. I just had to get out of the house and run errands or I think I'd go crazy. Don't think I am ungrateful, I love my husband, he is my best friend in life, but, I did work with him for 25 years in addition to spending everyday and night with him, and sometimes a girl just needs a little time to her self. I like to look through antique stores and he doesn't. It's a good way to kill a day. This week I hit pay dirt! For over 25 years I have been collecting Early American Prescut or EAPC. It's glassware made by Fire King/Anchor Hocking. My mom had a few pieces and I have always loved the way it makes a table look. My thrifty finds this week are the 8 34 " EAPC bowl  for $6.00, the creamer for $3, the sugar for $4, and the underplate for $4.95.
EAPC 8 3/4 inch scalloped bowl

EAPC Creamer, Sugar and underplate

To see the rest of my collection click here:

Happy Hunting!

Alphabe~Thursday ~J is for Jasmine

 I am linking to Jenny Matlock's Alphabe~Thursday. This week is about the letter "J". If you haven't already done so, you can stop by Jenny's blog and read some fun and creative stories here:

Photo credits: Wikipedia
 J is for Jasmine

She wondered where her momma had ever come up with a name like Jasmine. It even sounded exotic. She snorted, like momma had ever been anywhere other than this old town. Looking down at her momma’s hand, she turned it over and ran her fingers across the palm. Studying the callused, frail and boney hand, she thought this hand belonged to a stranger, not the hand of her momma. Not the hand that sewed all her dresses, or brushed her hair, or turned the pages of the Bible when she read to her. Snot started to trickle down her nose and she let go of her momma’s hand to wipe her nose with the backside of her hand.
“Momma?” she softly whispered. “Momma can you hear me?” She rolled her eyes and sniffed.” Like the dead can speak.” She wondered aloud to herself.

The cool breeze that floated through her mother’s bedroom window was scented with a delicate perfume smell. She wondered why she never noticed it before. Letting go of her mother’s hand she stood and walked to the window. She could see the faces of men standing around the fire barrel. One man poking the flames with a stick, another was taking a drag off his cigarette, and two others were passing a bottle of something back and forth. She couldn’t hear anything they were saying. She couldn’t smell the fire or the cigarette either. All she could smell was that delicate perfume smell.

Jasmine turned to take one last look at her mother laid out in her best dress. Her Hair combed. Her Bible lying across her chest, one hand resting on the Bible, the other dropped to her side on the bed. Jasmine quickly picked up the dropped hand, kissed it and laid it softly on top of her mother’s other hand.

“Bye momma.” She whispered “I love you. I’ll always love you!”

Jasmine stood there frozen, staring down at her momma. She finally managed to walk over to the rocking chair, lifted her mother’s delicate ivory hand crocheted shawl and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders. Her mother’s scent still lingered on the shawl. She started to the door, she couldn’t look back or she would cry again. Jasmine walked down the hall and out the front door, letting the screen door slam behind her. Everyone stopped and stared at Jasmine.

“You alright child?” her grandmother stepped up next to her and ran her hand through Jasmine’s hair.

“Granny?” Jasmine looked up at her grandmother. She had the same eyes as her momma.

“Yes child?” her grandmother gave her a sad look.

“Granny what’s that I smell?” Jasmine asked.

“What do you smell child?” Granny asked.

“It smells sweet. Like perfume.” Jasmine cocked her head to the side, and looked at her grandmother with a puzzled expression.

Granny reached out for Jasmine to hold her hand and said “Come with me child.” Her grandmother walked her around the house to her mother’s window. There the sweet smell got stronger.

“That’s the smell granny! What is it?” Jasmine asked in bewilderment.

Jasmine’s grandmother reached out and broke off a small clump of white flowers and tucked them in Jasmine’s hair. The fragrant smell permeated the air around her head.

“Your daddy planted that bush for your momma when they got married. It bloomed the night you were born. Your momma said she was so mesmerized by the smell that she never had any pain giving birth to you. Said it was like God took away the pain with the sweetness of it's smell, and replaced it with the joy of your beautiful birth! Said it was God’s gift to her for waiting so long to have a child, for waiting so long to have you, Jasmine.

“What’s it called?” Jasmine asked as she fingered the delicate flowers in her hair.

“It’s called Jasmine.” Granny said with tears welling in her eyes.