Archive for December, 2013


Making Mountains

Some years are just better than others at giving us ornament making suggestions. On the year you take a trek to see Mt. Everest, you’d have to be crazy if you didn’t try to capture that on a little piece of wood. And so, with much joy, we made some mountains.  A happy memory of […]

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Celebrate Me Home

Kenny Loggins comes on the radio singing “Celebrate Me Home”, and I get tears in my eyes.  It’s a Christmas tradition I apparently have no control over.  It makes no sense.  The lyrics seem to be about someone longing to be home with loved ones, though he’s on the road.  I’m right here in my […]

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My Christmas Tree

I remember it like it was last month.  Standing in the front of the church building, gazing into the eyes of my prince charming, listening to his vow to love me, cherish me… and I’m about 92% sure that he promised to always buy me a cut spruce tree the day after Thanksgiving and spray […]

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Get Well Soup

I pushed my buggy toward the check-out lines… just not in the mood to do “self check”.  I had two pillows along with my groceries, and I knew they’d be a pain in the neck. Would you believe I intentionally chose the longest line with the groceries piled the highest?  It’s true.  A friend of […]

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Thirty Years of Tradition

As you know, I’m a chronicler.  Love to have things all organized… so it was only a matter of time before I did a little report on my holiday tradition.  We’ve been making them every year since our first Christmas together in 1983. These commemorate special events.  A new millennium, my gift-shop opening, G’s big […]

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Christmas Jewels

When December rolls around, you know what I’ll be doing. Yes… time to make another Christmas jewel box. I loved putting holidays pins, old watches, and snowy old ear clips on this tree to be auctioned at the Holiday Happening.  I know the money raised will bless people in our community, and I hope the […]

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Fried Apples

Not sure why we call them fried apples.  They’re not fried.  They’re sautéed in butter, actually.  Nevertheless, I stick with the catchy name. I made these one crisp and beautiful fall morning for the ladies who were coming over to the barn for Bible study.  I was so surprised when half the group had never […]

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