Book Club

Christmas dinner party here tomorrow night with the Book Club ladies and their husbands. We're planning on crown roast of pork. For the book feature, everyone is bringing a children's Christmas book.

Let It Snow

Snow fell on all the little trees on our hillside.


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Velveteen Rabbit

Dorothy Thompson gave me this.

Is this true?

It's Christmastime so I'm feeling nostalgic and waxing philosophical. A friend of ours claims the generations each have their guiding creed:
The grandparents asked, "Are we doing what's right?"
The parents asked, "Are we getting ahead?"
The new generation asks, "Are we having fun?"

O Tannenbaum

Here's our tree--or trees. Our fake tree was too narrow so we added a little sidekick to keep it company. I really like the gold angel hair. It's best with a bright overhead light in order to show it off well--so Roger put one in.



















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Party Hearty

Well, the party's over. We had close to 50 people coming and going. Served soups with lovely rolls and a beautiful veggie tray. Several people brought cookies/desserts. Roger in his red sweater offered wassail (Williams-Sonoma cider thanks to Jordan and Paul) as people arrived. Today I'm tired. I mean, really tired. This post is the closest I'm coming to work. Love, Mom

1940's Ho Ho Ho

Christmas, 1946 and 1949.

A code in by head

I'm sick. Your average cold would be on its way out by now, but not this one. I'm drinking hot citrus, taking pills, using Kleenex by the box, and waiting. I don't mind being sick now and then because it gives me permission to sit around and read and watch TV, but we have a big Christmas party at our house on Thursday and I really, really need to deck the halls.

Motherhood

Lots of people write books for 1st time mothers, but how should you act when you're an old mother? Afterall, your children are always your children. I remember my grandmother, Harriet Emily Malin Pack, introducing my 40+ yr. old dad to someone saying, "He's my baby."

Since being in New York I miss everyone all the more.

Time, distance, and myriad influences change things. We're always progressing and growing and learning and maturing. Whatever the reasons, we each become different than we were in our nuclear family. So visiting my children and their spouses, I see the person I knew and the new person.

Liz

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ!

Tuckahoe

Our New York trip was great, and the Village of Tuckahoe always intrigues me--the Bronx River Parkway, the old granite walls and bridges, the little hills and vales. Of course, our children and grandchildren were just as beautiful and perfect as ever. How lucky to get in on Jonah's and Olive's Thanksgiving school program. I love and miss everyone.