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| The Crew!!! From left to right, Sophie, Mike, Mike's girlfriend Brooke, my daughter Kathy, Hannah Rose |
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| The Village...Sooooo Sweet......... |
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| The Crew!!! From left to right, Sophie, Mike, Mike's girlfriend Brooke, my daughter Kathy, Hannah Rose |
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| The Village...Sooooo Sweet......... |
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Peace Train, Cat Stevens click photo for larger view Now I've been happy lately Thinking about the good things to come And I believe it could be Something good has begun I've been smiling lately Dreaming about the world as one And I believe it could be Something good's bound to come For out on the edge of darkness There runs the peace train Peace train take this country Come take me home again... I wish most for Peace this Holiday Season and pray for all our troops who keep these precious babies safe. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! |
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| The Legend of the Poinsettia A charming story is told of Pepita, a poor Mexican girl who had no gift to present the Christ Child at Christmas Eve Services. As Pepita walked slowly to the chapel with her cousin Pedro, her heart was filled with sadness rather than joy. "I am sure, Pepita, that even the most humble gift, if given in love, will be acceptable in His eyes," said Pedro consolingly. Not knowing what else to do, Pepita knelt by the roadside and gathered a handful of common weeds, fashioning them into a small bouquet. Looking at the scraggly bunch of weeds, she felt more saddened and embarrassed than ever by the humbleness of her offering. She fought back a tear as she entered the small village chapel. As she approached the alter, she remembered Pedro's kind words: "Even the most humble gift, if given in love, will be acceptable in His eyes." She felt her spirit lift as she knelt to lay the bouquet at the foot of the nativity scene. Suddenly, the bouquet of weeds burst into blooms of brilliant red, and all who saw them were certain that they had witnessed a Christmas miracle right before their eyes. From that day on, the bright red flowers were known as the Flores de Noche Buena, or Flowers of the Holy Night, for they bloomed each year during the Christmas season. © Paul Ecke Ranch There are probably many legends associated with the poinsettia on the internet, however, this legend speaks to the true meaning of giving. I don't think I'll ever look at a poinsettia again without thinking of Pepita and Pedro. Merry Christmas Everyone! |
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| French, such a romantic language... click on photo for larger view I do believe that you can say almost anything in French to a non-bilingual person and it sounds romantic. I do not speak or write the language myself so I am one of those non-bilingual persons! I do have an extremely intelligent friend, however, called Google. Without this trusted old friend this blog would not be possible. I depend on Google for much of my daily activities. I have never asked for anything that Google could not deliver in some way, shape or form. You name it, I've Googled it! So, I asked my friend Google to translate, "freezing our buns off" into this romantic language as to not offend any of my proper friends. Since most of our friends are not of the proper persuasion and speak in dialects un-beknownst to "Bostin Propar" I am sure I have offended no one. I miss you all my Florida Friends where the sun shines daily, vitamin D is free and seasoned people are in pursuit of early bird specials and savvy waitresses who know enough to write separate checks without asking. Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! Sitting in these chairs would give new meaning to the words "freezing one's buns off" I am sure! This photo was taken in my daughter's front yard on a blustery December day just hours ago! Texture courtesy of: http://www.flickr.com/photos/42396059@N07/5231113668/in/photostream/ |
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| 'O Holy Night The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Probably my most favorite Christmas Carol of all. With all the hustle and bustle that go along with the holidays somehow the lyrics to this song just say it all and bring me back to focus. The few moments it takes to listen and truly absorb the words to this musical prayer, return me to a place stored deep in the chambers of my heart and soul, the true meaning of Christmas....... Just a little trivia I found on the internet about this beautiful hymn: The words and lyrics of the old carol 'O Holy Night' were written by Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure in 1847. Cappeau was a wine seller by trade but was asked by the parish priest to write a poem for Christmas. He obliged and wrote the beautiful words of the hymn. He then realised that it should have music to accompany the words and he approached his friend Adolphe Charles Adams(1803-1856). He agreed and the music for the poem was therefore composed by Adolphe Charles Adams. Adolphe had attended the Paris conservatoire and forged a brilliant career as a composer. It was translated into English by John Sullivan Dwight (1812-1893). I took this photo of a Christopher Radko, ornament and embellished it with a texture frame courtesy of: JoesSistar |
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| Decorating Perfectdom Walking into my sister's house yesterday, I noticed every holiday detail and was so glad that I had brought my camera. Her knack for decorating is a grand feast for the eyes. Her home is filled with the love of four daughter's and a devoted husband. They are about to be grand-parents soon and this Holiday Season is especially, special. God is said to be in the details and this be true he is everywhere present in this home of warmth and all that is known to be good. |
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| Days of Old click photo for larger view This photo was taken of the Burroughs House earlier this month. Meandering thru I couldn't help thinking how it must have been to reside here long ago. Thanks to all the wonderful people who take the time to decorate this lovely lady for the enjoyment of all. Below is a little history from their website. Walk among live oaks and lush gardens, relax in a rocking chair on the verandah as you watch the river roll gently by....but, first, join Mona and Jettie Burroughs as they share the history and colorful tales of living in one of Fort Myers' oldest homes - The Burroughs Home. Built in 1901, this Georgian Revival Mansion was the scene of many social events that hosted the Fort Myers' elite including the Edisons, Fords, and Firestones. Antique furnishings, historical artifacts, and delightful tales of growing up as the privileged daughters of wealthy businessman Nelson Burroughs and his wife Adeline await visitors who want to take a step back in time. The Burroughs Home has come alive once again under the management of Uncommon Friends Foundation...............http://www.burroughshome.com/default.cfm |
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| Home for the Holidays It's wonderful to be home in the loving atmosphere of family. Holiday Traditions are more meaningful when experienced with the ones you love. Photo was taken at the Burroughs House in Fort myers, Florida. Textures courtesy of: http://www.flickr.com/photos/27805557@N08/5211960305, Joe Sistah. |
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| O Christmas Tree Much pleasure thou can'st give me; How often has the Christmas tree Afforded me the greatest glee! How richly God has decked thee!This photo was taken at the Burroughs House in Fort Myers, Florida. |
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| Things are really looking up... Tree Top Duty once again! Wonder whose turn it is this year? Gets pretty lonely up there at the top. Gertrude, I think you should do it! No, no never mind Gertrude, your balance seems to be off a little off these days (wine). Mildred, maybe you? No, no, a little heavy on the carbs this year, Mildred (angel cake)! Beatrice, I really do think it should be you! No, no, Beatrice, heard you been running around with some guy named Joe Visa and living pretty high on a borrowed dime! Really people, we really all need to get along! We all have our faults. Some are excusable and documented with meds and for the rest of us, well, we really need to be kind in the spirit of Christmas, work together and water the seeds of tolerance. Bet all three of these little angels will be at the top this year, together! |
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| Twas the night before Christmas This poem has a very special meaning for me. A very long time ago my then 5 year old daughter knew this entire poem by heart and recited it at a school play. She wore a red flannel nightgown embellished with a white lace collar and a white satin night cap on her precious little head. It is funny how I can remember somethings so clearly and then can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday! I had a picture of this event blown up and set it out every year. Going to have to find that picture and set it out once again!!! Welling up, going to have to cry, excuse me while I find a tissue. Still so proud of you my precious, darling daughter! |
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| Break Forth in Song Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o’er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains... Doesn't she just make you want to belt out a tune? You all know the chorus, and a, one and a, two and a, three. This is one of my hand-sculpted angels. Her face is made out of air drying clay and her body fashioned out of electrical wire. Now for the best part, her dress is made of sheets from a convent in Newport, Rhode Island. The vintage cotton was so soft and of great virgin quality. Now really, what else would you do with this kind of fabric other than angle clothes? Refrain Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria, in excelsis Deo! |
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| Father Christmas click photo for larger view This is a photo of one of my hand-sculpted Santa's. He lives in a plastic bin most of the year and makes his yearly debut just after Thanksgiving Day. For many years I collected beautiful fabric remnants from my family's upholstery business, hunted down all sorts of trinkets, old costume jewelry, visited many second hand shops for pieces of handmade lace and tattered fur coats beyond repair to make just one and loved every minute of it. Creating something from nothing is probably my most favorite things to do, giving life to discarded objects while fully realizing that most of the fun is always in the hunt of treasure. Selling them was bitter sweet as I had a story for every fabric and embellishment. When I decided to stop my obsession with my elaborate collections it took me two years to part with my treasured, treasures. It was a season in my creative life. These days I just point and shoot it seems to fit the age and also the stamina! |
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| Oh very young one... You're only dancing on this earth for a short while Cat Stevens Not so long ago I can remember someone in my family having a victrola and all we cousins jumping up and down, screaming in anticipation for the arrival of a chubby old man bearing gifts. The front parlor was opened and we danced and laughed without a care in the world. The reality was the chubby old man usually showed up full of liquid cheer and a bit tattered too. What wonderful memories! I wish for everyone this Holiday Season to scream in anticipation, dance, laugh, fill your life with genuine cheer and know that it's OK to be a little tattered too! We are only here for a very short while. Photo was taken at the Burroughs Estate in Fort Myers Florida. |