Thursday, December 03, 2009
Thank you all for reading my Christmas Story blog and for all the nice words you wrote me about it. That was a Christmas memory from my adult life.
I also have sweet memories of childhood Christmases.
Even though I was the only child of a single parent, I was very fortunate to live next door to my grandparents. My mother was the middle child of ten and most of her brothers and sisters lived nearby. So it was easy for all the holidays of the year to be celebrated next door at my grandparentsí house. This continued even after they passed on, because both the oldest and youngest children of the family werenít married and continued to live in the family home.
My mother and I decorated a tree in our little house. Sometimes a few of my cousins helped. Then I got to join in decorating the tree next door, where all the family gathered on Christmas Eve. We all exchanged little gifts. Before we began, we stood in the dark, with only the lights of the tree glowing, and sang Silent Night.
Sometimes we went to Midnight Mass; sometimes we went early Christmas Day. We were all in our own homes on Christmas morning, awaiting the arrival of Santa Clause, of course!
We had a small, red, pot-bellied Santa light. Santa was holding a globe with a long clear glass tube coming out of the top of it. It had water in it and once the light heated up, the water would bubble. When I went to bed on Christmas Eve, the only lights in the house were from the tree and the Santa light, and the single tiny light over the nativity scene we always set up. I loved holding all the tiny figures of Mary, Joseph, the Baby, and all the animals. I have a nativity set just like it even now.
I always woke up in the night, and tip-toed into the living room to peek under the tree and see if Santa had come. He ALWAYS beat me there and I would see the gifts he left, but wouldnít touch them. Iíd crawl back into bed and wake up the next morning, ready to open my gifts. Anticipation!
But the most special part was those lights glowing in the dark, the bubbling Santa, and me peeking at the magical gifts, all alone in the quiet darkness.
So, itís the Mystery of Christmas I remember most. Not the gifts.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
One year, after my sons had gone to live and work on their own and Christmas was approaching, I was looking around trying to think of what to buy my husband for Christmas. After I while I realized I was really trying hard to dream up a gift for him. I knew heíd be having an even harder time thinking of what to give me.
This got me to thinking about the whole meaning of giving and of Christmas. Iíll try not to make this terribly long, but this is the idea that came to me and what we actually did for Christmas that year -
My husband was a Game Warden. He often confiscated game killed illegally. What happens to it? We tried giving it to facilities like orphanages, but too many government and health regulations kept that from happening. So he always had a list of people he found who were down on their luck and needed food for their families. Most were country boys who could come retrieve the game and dress it and prepare it for eating. This included venison, wild duck, goose, quail, doves, sometimes fish.
Many of these people in our rural area supported their families off the land, too. They hunted and trapped and sold hides. So Jim would also stop when he saw a hide-bearing animal on the roadside - hit by a car - retrieve it and give it to someone so they could sell the hide. This little extra money made a big difference to some families.
Christmas was close and Jim found a huge raccoon that had been killed so he took it to the house of a construction worker who had hurt his back and was out of work. He knew the man would get a nice sum of money for it, enough to buy a few groceries for his wife and 5 kids. The next week Jim stopped by the manís house and the kids came running out to greet him. One little boy said, ďMr. Jim. Thanks so much for the raccoon. We havenít had meat in a long time.Ē
When Jim told me this, we were both horrified. These people were not only eating something most of us wouldnít, it was a road kill, intended for the hide sale only. But they hadnít wasted any of it! Iíve eaten roasted raccoon and itís ok, but not what I look forward to having for dinner, and certainly not when itís picked up off the roadside.
So here is the plan I put forward to my husband: This year we will not exchange gifts. We will use the money we would have spent on each other and weíll buy groceries for this manís family. The important parts of this are:
1. We are not just giving food to a poor family at Christmas. We are doing this instead of giving to each other. You and I will NOT exchange gifts.
2. We will not tell anyone about this.
A part of the Bible that has always made a huge impression on me is Matthew, Chapter 6, Vs 1-7. To put it in the vernacular - Do your good works in secret, donít blow your own horn. (You can read it here: tiny.cc/verse
There was a friend at our house when we were discussing this. He did not like the idea because this man was often arrested for one thing or another - misdemeanor crimes. Jim knew lots of people like this and helped them feed their families anyway. They knew if he caught them breaking the law, heíd take them to jail and then take some food to their families. We talked about it for a while and before he left, our friend added his own money to the contribution.
SO, on December 23rd, I left work early and went to the grocery store. I mentally prepared meals for that family of parents and 5 children - 7 days worth, and bought everything that would be needed to prepare them all. That included a turkey dinner for Christmas day and dessert and candy for the kids. I had more than one grocery cart filled. Christmas Eve morning Jim delivered the entire load, including cash we had collected from our friend. I didnít go.
He came home crying. The gratitude of the entire family just overwhelmed him. It overwhelmed me, too. The father came to our house later to thank me himself and tell me how hard times had been and what this meant to his family. I canít tell you the deep joy that filled me that Christmas. It was THE most wonderful Christmas I ever had. It became a tradition I repeated many times, but that first time was the most awesome.
So why am I telling you about this now? I want you, most of all, to hear the SEQUEL. The very next year, this man and his family were in better shape. He came to our house again, to let us know that he and his family were doing the same thing for someone they knew that was in bad shape! He was so thankful to us, not only for the gift of food and money, but for the gift of the GIFT. Of seeing the GIFT in action. I went on to hear, in subsequent years, how the GIFT was being passed on, throughout a community of working poor, and yes, people who were often in our jail for one thing or another. Still people with families to feed and needs to be met.
Even though we didnít tell anyone what we did, the word spread around, mostly through a community of people that most good citizens ignored or wouldnít associate with. I still hear about it now and then, 25 yrs later. I certainly still reap benefits un-imagined from it. The memory of that first time still gives me chills.
Thatís my Christmas Story.
Monday, November 30, 2009
The main holiday of the year, no matter what you call it, is on its way.
I'm trying to make a plan. Several plans. One for eating sensibly. One for trying to move a little more each day. One for not getting caught up in the BUY BUY BUY frenzy. One to try to relax, stay quiet, meditate each day.
Everything's a little easier with a plan. Although, it's often true that Life is what happens while you're making plans, lol.
Here's to a Merry Month ahead, with lots of Joy and Love and little stress!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I need a new hip! Hip-replacement! ME?
My mother is 87 years old and both her hip sockets are fine! What happened to me? Waahhh!
Ok, I'm over the venting, sniff, sniff.
The best part is - the surgeon told me my hip wasn't really configured exactly right anyway. Why is THAT good news? Because he says it's possible that one wonky hip might be the reason for the ten years of muscle spasms in my back.
The hospital doctors have been telling me all along that nothing is wrong with my back. And I have the blood work of Wonder Woman. Really, that's a quote from a doctor. Of course, all I want to know all these years is, if I'm so darn healthy why am I in pain all the time??
Maybe my defective hip is the answer. Where was Quality Control when I got this hip? On coffee break?
Anyway, right this moment, the pain has receded. I've been spending a LOT of time OFF my feet, IN my chair since July. You know, it's a lot like bad breaks in your car. No problem if you never use them. So I've tried not to use my hip much. Finally, the pain is going away.
Ortho Doc says I might not have another flare-up for a year. OR, I might have one next week. So, WHEN do I have the hip-replacement? It's up to ME.
Finally coming out of 4 months of terrific pain, it's pretty hard to say, "OK. Cut me open now while I'm feeling good." After all, I might want to enjoy a Christmas concert, or a play in Austin, or a walk in San Antonio along the riverwalk.
Decisions, decisions. Maybe I'll make it a New Year's Resolution - Install new Body Part, hmmm?
If YOU have had a HIP replacement in the last few years, please tell me all about it. If it's super sensitive stuff, send me a SparkMail.
PS - Is it a co-incidence that my favorite book is Frankenstein? LOL
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The things we do for our pets!
My coffee maker drips coffee right into a stainless steel caraffe. I take it into the computer room each morning and have my coffee while I read the internet, including Spark People, of course!
Rosie likes to join me. Especially in the winter when I'm wearing my warm gray robe. She gets on my lap, puts her paws up on my chest and looks me in the eyes with that "I worship you" look ( the kind you NEVER get from a man, lol) and then settles down on my lap.
However - she MUST rest her head and half of her body on my left arm! Has to be. It's a kitty rule. (Rosie weighs 15.5 lbs.) So, when I want to type, like now, I have to stop and rest the arm every few minutes. I guess I could add it to my workout log, hmmmm? Strength training, 15 lb. weights, left arm only.
The biggest problem is, I sometimes let my coffee cup sit too long, full of coffee, and really need to go microwave it to get it hot again. Nope! Can't disturb the baby kitty, can I?
I'm the sort of person who is very particular about my coffee. I buy gourmet. Grind my own. Picky about the coffee maker, shape of filter, etc. AND my coffee MUST be hot. No lukewarm stuff for me.
Except - when Rosie is on my arm, I can't bear to disturb her, so I (shudder) drink cold coffee, quite a lot.
What else can I do?
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