That is so lovely. When we had the tag sale for my parent's belongings, the Christmas ornaments were sold before I could mark them not to be sold. It was the one heartbreak, the loss of all those memories.
Yes, indeed. I have several things that my kids have made over the years and sets of ornaments I have bought for them with the intention of giving the ornaments to my children when they become adults with their own homes. Well, Melissa is celebrating her second Christmas with her husband and I still cannot part with her items, I want to hold on to those times past.... Kristi
We still have a handful of ornaments that my folks got during the first years of their marriage or came from my grandmother. They look like a deep breath would break 'em.
Oh, and either put them in the upper part of the tree or put the tree on a table. Kid sister has two boxer puppies. Kid proof or pet proof, works out to about the same thing. LOL
My sentiments exactly. Some of these ornaments look like some of the ones on my tree. I cherish them and the memories they represent; they are indeed old friends.
Ohhh those are the old timey ornaments that I remember from my childhood. My mom held onto them for quite a few years but eventually threw them by the wayside like she does everything else that has, or might have, some kind of meaning. :-) ---Robbie
I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him. --Abraham Lincoln
Where I'm From
I am from station wagons, from kool-aid and turf-builder.
I am from the three bedroom, one bath ticky-tacky box
with the swath of weedy lawn; from lightning bugs,
June bugs, and mosquitoes the size of small birds.
From nights near as hot as the days,
spread-eagled on sticky sheets
crickets creaking, horns honking,
trains rumbling and whistling in the distance…
I am from snow to the eaves, jewel-studded ice storms
and green-black thunderstorms with sideways rain.
I am from bright red tulips, honeysuckle berries,
and worms on the driveway after a cloudburst;
from daisies, tiny wild strawberries, “Queen Anne’s Lace”
and crashing the kite into power lines.
I am from “Look what followed me home from school”
and never having too many animals. From Taffy and Rusty
and Sunny, the yellow headed parakeet, who could say
“Happy Birthday” but only when he thought
no one was listening…
I am from the women who shuttle the carpool,
punch the clock, scrub the toilet,
then climb into the bottle, the herb
or the fantasy to quiet the noise in their heads
and the men they choose to rescue
or who choose to rescue them.
From “When you meet the right one, you’ll just know”
and “Your dad was a virgin when we were married…”
I am from the dutiful eldest daughter who paired off
home made and pro-created at the appointed time,
and the other four who didn’t.
I am from the tearful Catholic and the stoic agnostic;
the rope stretched taut between belief and unbelief,
pulled one direction, then the other…
the eternal tug of war never won.
I’m from pioneers of urban exile; before the country clubs and the soccer and the Rolls Royces.
I’m from the first McDonald’s and the last Tastee Freez.
I am from the great moldering box in the upstairs closet;
roaring twenties sepias stacked on
shiny square instamatic shots, discoloring with age.
I am from the five stair-steps, the Christmas trees, the campfires,
and the blurred mountains captured from a moving car.
I am from the unlikely union of a country boy and a city girl,
brought together by Hitler and Hirohito;
and the neighborhood of compromise
that kept them both sane…almost.
On Where We're Destined to Go...
As for life, I'm humbled, I'm without words sufficient to say
how it has been hard as flint, and soft as a spring pond,both of these and over and over,
and long pale afternoons besides, and so many mysteries beautiful as eggs in a nest, still unhatched though warm and watched over by something I have never seen -a tree angel, perhaps,or a ghost of holiness.
Every day I walk out into the world to be dazzled, then to be reflective. It suffices, it is all comfort - along with human love,
dog love, water love, little-serpent love,sunburst love, or love for that smallest of birds flying among the scarlet flowers.
There is hardly time to think about
stopping, and lying down at last to the long afterlife, to the tenderness yet to come, when time will brim over the singular pond, and become forever,
and we will pretend to melt away into the leaves.
As for death, I can't wait to be the hummingbird, can you?
Mary Oliver
"Sometimes I go around feeling sorry for myself; and all the while I am being carried by the wind across the sky." --Chippewa saying.
That is so lovely. When we had the tag sale for my parent's belongings, the Christmas ornaments were sold before I could mark them not to be sold. It was the one heartbreak, the loss of all those memories.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed. I have several things that my kids have made over the years and sets of ornaments I have bought for them with the intention of giving the ornaments to my children when they become adults with their own homes. Well, Melissa is celebrating her second Christmas with her husband and I still cannot part with her items, I want to hold on to those times past.... Kristi
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice piece -- and you are SO right.
ReplyDeleteWe still have a handful of ornaments that my folks got during the first years of their marriage or came from my grandmother. They look like a deep breath would break 'em.
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Oh, and either put them in the upper part of the tree or put the tree on a table. Kid sister has two boxer puppies. Kid proof or pet proof, works out to about the same thing. LOL
ReplyDeleteJacie
They are so beautiful. That is what Christmas is all about; memories, and making memories. Pennie
ReplyDeleteI love the old fashion glass ornaments. Your words characterized them perfectly. Your photos are so creative and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMy sentiments exactly. Some of these ornaments look like some of the ones on my tree. I cherish them and the memories they represent; they are indeed old friends.
ReplyDeleteVERY LOVELY!!!
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Oooo, I love these. I swear I recognize some of these bulbs! They just don't make them like this anymore.
ReplyDeleteOhhh those are the old timey ornaments that I remember from my childhood. My mom held onto them for quite a few years but eventually threw them by the wayside like she does everything else that has, or might have, some kind of meaning. :-) ---Robbie
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