The Christmas Barn…”a big mistake”?

Around 28 years ago I was introduced into a world that I had not really seen before.

Craig fondly refers to it as “a big mistake”.  He’s just kidding.  I think.

After our Thanksgiving meal we would go and visit the The Christmas Barn.

My first trip there can only be described as a kid in a candy store.  I did not know where to look first.

There was one long room with rows of trees decorated in various themes, with the corresponding baskets of available decorations for purchase.  Different types and colors of lights were displayed to choose from, along with multiple tree toppers, garlands and other tree delicacies.

The pic-DE-la-restance was when I wandered into the room that held a tree elevated on a table with a miniature village snuggled under the branches, while a miniature train moved back and forth along a track.  Little lights peeked out from tiny windows.  Trees glistened with what only could be described as a magical snow, and a church with a stained glass window was perched on a hill while a  farm nestled in a valley below.

I.was.hooked.

Department 56 Christmas Train Layout
Department 56 Christmas Train Layout (Photo credit: contemplative imaging)

I believe that year for Christmas Craig gave me my first Department 56 piece, the sleigh and reindeer.

For awhile I collected other less expensive village pieces, but they were never quite the same, in size or quality.  I would think about the ‘real village’ I first saw.  We moved to SC and found a shop that was opened for a while that had a full display of the Snow Village Department 56 series I had first grown in love with along with, wait for it…….other village series! Oh boy, oh boy!  (Did I just hear a groan?)

So, for quite a few years when the kids were younger we would go to Peddlers Porch before Christmas, I’d wander around the store and show Craig and the boys the different Snow Village pieces I liked and then they would surprise me for Christmas and/or my birthday (yeah, my birthday is right before Christmas) out of the things I liked.     Usually, I would visit the shop before hand so I had a pretty good idea what I liked, however, they were still quite patient with me while I looked, because I still had to give it another quick check….just in case.   It was always still a surprise seeing which they selected.

While Craig finalized ‘the purchase’, the boys and I would select an Old World Ornament together for the tree.  (I know what you’re thinking, another collection, and yes, you are correct)  I miss doing that with them.

When I started collecting the North Pole series,  Tyna, Rick and the kids selected pieces for that, along with Craig’s Mom.   At Christmas I’d open packages from PA and I could imagine them picking out the respective pieces out of the display available.  I hope they received as much joy selecting them as I did receiving them.

Over the years my collection has grown to the point that there isn’t any more room on the mantle or the side tables.

I stopped collecting soon after the shop closed.  That has been quite a few years ago.

I don’t know if Craig was glad or not when the shop closed.  I mean I certainly don’t need anymore pieces, but it did make shopping easier for them.  🙂

I’ll soon be getting out all those boxes.   I know that they are ‘just things’.  I know that they are not necessary, however, when I look at them I remember the love that came with each piece.   If it was a gift, I remember who gave it to me.  If it was one picked out, there was usually a reason why, and I remember.

When they are all up and the lights are twinkling, I remember all those memories….and I see that tree again.

I catch Craig checking out the houses when they are all up.  He will even prompt me when I am late getting around to it, “Aren’t you going to put your houses?” he will ask.

I think he has his memories too.  Some “mistakes” have a way of warming the heart.  🙂

Norman Rockwell Dinner

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OURs… to fight for Freedom from Want is a color lithograph created in 1942 by Norman Rockwell and published in the Saturday Evening Post as part of a series illustrating the “Four Freedoms.” The aim of the series was to promote the buying of war bonds by Americans during World War II. Copyright held by the Curtis Publishing Company. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I remember the first time I cooked what I’d like to refer to as my Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving Dinner.  Remember, being raised as JW, we didn’t celebrate Holidays, so it wasn’t until I left home that I began to enjoy these celebrations.  Now, I had been at other homes for Thanksgiving, but this was the first time I had prepared ‘The Spread’.

Looking back I now am realizing Mom made up her own version of celebrations so she could continue to celebrate the Holidays.  Case in point, when she made a turkey feast, she made stuffing, a green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, and a spinach casserole.  (Sounds like a Thanksgiving meal to me).

The first time I made her spinach casserole was on that day.  (The fact that both Craig and Chris grew fond of this is a special connection to my Mom for me.)  It was also the first time I had made a turkey (yikes!)   I remember getting out the linen tablecloth, crystal glasses, silver, decorations, and even had parsley decorating the turkey on the plate ready for Craig to carve.  If I’m remembering right Craig’s Mom brought her potato filling, and we had a stuffed sideboard and table  full of food.  There were at least 7 of us.   I thought I had a picture somewhere from that day of the table and the turkey, but a quick search couldn’t find it.  (Note to self:  you really need to get back on that picture organizing project!)

I also think it was the first big meal I made for Craig’s family.  Good thing it worked out. 🙂   I’ve made many Thanksgiving meals since then, and had a lot of good meals at friends and family homes too; but everyonce in a while I think about that first one for me.

May today bring fond memories and blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

What I’m Reading Wednesday

In my effort to be a consistent blogger and keep up my personal blogging challenge, I’ve decided on a few blogging categories to help me.

These are the ones I’ve selected so far:

Memory Mondays

Tuesday Treasures

What I’m Reading Wednesdays

I was wondering what I wanted to highlight for my first ‘What I’m Reading Wednesday’ out of all that I’ve been reading this week.  I’ve been reading a lot of good ones, but I just had to share this one today.

candycoatedreality is someone that I have just started to follow.  For some reason, she happen to find my blog so I went and checked out her blog (yeah, that’s how this community works).  When I did, I saw her post on “Mayhem”, (another great read) to be followed by the post that I’ve selected.  I thought, ‘This is such a good post’, and has written about what is at the heart of every writer, wanting ones words to make a difference.

This is the post here:  Shine a Light

Our words are powerful, we may not know at the moment how they will impact the receiver.

My desire is to have my words bring Him glory.

Lord, use my words to draw hearts to you.  In Jesus name, Amen.

Gift Shop Purchases

pansy
pansy (Photo credit: paparutzi)

When I was younger I’d go shopping in a little gift shop that we just called “Eleanor Hutcherson’s”.  I don’t know if that was the name of the shop, or if that was the name of the owner. It was near the corner of Main and Rt. 10.   It was a shop that I mainly remember for the trinkets and jewelry.  What can I say, my attraction to shiny things started early.

I remember shopping there with Mom, Grandmom and my sister.  Both Mom and Grandmom would buy some of their jewelry there.   Every once in a while, Mom would let Lorene and I pick out something special for Grandmom.  I loved doing that.  (Looking back, I wish I could remember what time of the year it was.  I wonder if it was near Grandmom’s birthday or Mother’s Day?  Mom had a way of still honoring those events without ‘celebrating’ them which other JW’s wouldn’t do.  You may recall me mentioning that my Mother was not ‘raised’ a JW).

Like I was saying every once in a while, she would announce that we were going shopping for Grandmom.  Usually, we would go to Eleanor’s.  I didn’t rush the process.  I wanted to take my time.  It had to be just right.   I remember these little white boxes, soft, fluffy cotton inside, propping up their treasures, all lined up on tables.  I’d pour over the boxes, looking for one thing in particular.  Pansies.

I remember Grandmom having items around the house with pansies on them.  I have always associated pansies with Grandmom.  Later I started associating poppies with her too, because I came to realize that she loved them just as much.

Mostly, though pansies were something that I’d look for when I wanted to pick up ‘a little something’ for her.   Pansies were what I was looking for back then among the white boxes.

I wasn’t disappointed.

I remember her wearing them.  I remember where she kept them.  She kept them in a little white box in her dresser with the rest of her jewelry.

Now they live in a little white box in my jewelry chest.

That memory shines on as much as they still do.

Cooking up some soup…

In  case you were wondering about Operation Soup and Smokes, particularly with my new part-time job, there have just been a few minor timing adjustments needed.  I am thankful that I can still help.  It has forced me to measure some ingredients though, for more accurate instructions to the second Chef.  (usually I’m a ‘dump it in’ & ‘taste it’ when it comes to soup.)

Usually I would start a pot of soup or something around 7:00-7:30 a.m. so that it would be ready to go downtown by noon.  Now I begin around 6:00 a.m., have the soup or beans and rice, or whatever else is on the menu started before I leave at 8:30 a.m, and then Craig finishes supervising and adding any last-minute ingredients (i.e., rice) before he takes it downtown to serve.  (Here is where the measuring comes in handy, my dashes, and put a little of this or that, wouldn’t really be helpful)  Everybody has been pretty happy with the results, so he must be doing a great job!

The beginnings of a spicy sausage vegetable soup.

They serve usually between 150-200 people weekly, most times running out of food.  Craig dishes out the soup (or whatever else we’ve made), Susan usually provides meatballs (a big hit as you can imagine) and then Carolyn brings her famous cornbread.  Usually someone will step in and help serve water.  Often Chuck will have Craig swing by his apartment and pick him up so that he can go downtown to help serve.

Funds have been low for  a while so the two cigarettes have not been distributed.  Any funds have gone towards needed food supplies and the paper products first.  For those that were  wondering about the number of people coming just for the occasional cigarettes and not because of hunger, that question can be answered by the continued high turnout.  When you are hungry, you are hungry.

There is still a need.  Homelessness is still a problem.

We are thankful for the other groups that feed the homeless at the park on the days that we are not there, and the facilities that are available.  Cooler evenings are upon us, and the shelters are open.  Not everyone though utilizes them.

As we sit down Thanksgiving day, let’s all try to think how truly blessed we are, and also say a prayer for the homeless.

Happy early Thanksgiving everyone!

Floss, floss, blog, blog challenge

Dental floss

I admire the discipline that some of my fellow bloggers have to post daily.  Their apparent ease or willpower to pen a post on a daily basis is something that I have not yet acquired.

This morning I was thinking that daily consistency to a blog is like the dentist reminding me to floss daily.  I want to do it, I know I should do it, but sometimes it just doesn’t get done.  Now, just so you don’t think I’m running around with ‘hunks of food’ stuck in my teeth, or that I don’t floss at all (which I do)…I’m just making a comparison.

I mean when the dentist asks me if I floss daily.  I fess up.  I floss, just not every day.  And, if you follow me here at all, you know I post, (duh),  just not every day.  I’d like to post daily, it’s just I don’t do it.

They say it takes, what, three weeks to develop a new habit?

Both flossing daily, and blogging daily are good habits to adopt.

So I’m challenging myself.  I’ve done both today.

Any other flossers/bloggers out there who want to join me in this challenge?  🙂