We’re discussing the new year and how the number “eight” means new beginnings. Not only that, but January 1st is a new beginning to a new year. The number eighteen is sometimes symbolized as established blessings. Click to Tweet #newbeginnings2018 #amwriting #establishedblessings2018
The last couple weeks, I’ve shared about love for my “new” sister, and my precious husband of thirty years. This week, I’ll share from a heart full of love for everyone who reads this, for friends old and new, and re-connections. #HeartFullofLove #ShareYourLoveThisChristmas
It’s wonderful that we pause every fourth Thursday of November to be thankful. We have a lovely holiday. A time to get together with friends and family. But I’m of the opinion we should cultivate a thankful heart for every day. We hear that we should keep Christmas every day…why not Thanksgiving? It doesn’t mean we eat turkey and dressing every day, it means we remember to be thankful for what blessings we do have. Click to Tweet #thanksgivingeveryday #thankfulheart #gratitudeattitude
I really do love my birthday. (on Wednesday). It’s just the older I get, the less I like it. And yet, I still wanna celebrate it. About seventeen years ago, while Mother was living with us, she’d had a medical reversal and didn’t even know when it was my birthday. I didn’t push the subject with her. We just celebrated in a much downplayed fashion that year. #anotheryear #anotherbirthday
A few weeks ago, I just had to share the news about finding my ethnicity, and confirming who my birth mother was. I also mentioned that a sister had reached out to me on this blog by leaving a comment, with hopes we could connect soon. Finding openness with new biological family members is healing. Click to Tweet #APD #sisters #family
When I was growing up, we had a Christmas Eve tradition of hamburgers for supper. I loved ’em because hamburgers were my favorite thing to eat. Mom didn’t make them terribly often, so to have them on Christmas Eve before presents were opened was special. My dad’s parents were there, my brother, and sometimes Mom’s Mother, Grammy, joined us. It’s a tradition about Christmas that I loved.
Later, after our church started having a Christmas Eve service, we went after opening our presents. It was always the same service. “Happy Birthday, Jesus!” It was a candlelight service that began at 11:00 p.m.
But I need to back up. After hamburgers, we’d all go into the living room. We’d sing Christmas Carols, often I’d play piano and lead the singing. Then, we’d read the Christmas story from Matthew and Luke. THEN, we’d open presents. We always left the envelopes, if there were any on the tree branches, for last. Because the envelope always represented something too big to put under the tree. After all the presents were opened, we had snacks. Cookies, fruit breads, soft drinks for us kids, coffee for the adults, and peppernuts. I’ll explain peppernuts in tomorrow’s post.
What I’ve pictured is my father-in-law’s genuine silver Christmas tree from the 50s/60s. See how the flash highlights the trumpets at the end of the branches. I love that. This is the third year for this tree. Unfortunately, both the color wheels have either busted or melted, so we just put it up a few extra ornaments people give for this year’s Christmas.
Since Thanksgiving is tomorrow, I’ve begun to reflect on what I’m thankful for. The next three days, I’ll be posting on Thanksgiving, since it is a national holiday here in America.
Today – I’m focusing on Family. I came from a family of four…Mom, Dad, my brother Duane, and myself. Here’s a retro picture of me and my brother when we were kids.
I think this picture was originally a slide. I look like I’m around three years old there, making Duane eight. We’re both of the Baby Boomer generation. This picture would have been taken at the house on Harrison Street we lived in for the first five years of my life.