Showing posts with label tradition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tradition. Show all posts
show and tell
first decoration out tonight
it's peaceful
it is called a Schwibbogen (German Christmas display)
intricately carved by a local German resident here in this fair
city of mine.
I am looking forward to our tree {search-load-unload-thaw
haul in- needles falling on floor- cursing- nice-smelling tree!}
haul in- needles falling on floor- cursing- nice-smelling tree!}
I will also need help this year in decorating...
the last doctor's appt stated
that I have developed a Frozen Shoulder
so I am busy doing physio exercises
and lifting my right arm up cannot be done yet
it's going to take time and rest and especially exercises
I am no longer in pain
but in pain only when I do too much and try to
raise up the stiff shoulder
I am no longer in pain
but in pain only when I do too much and try to
raise up the stiff shoulder
so tree decorating will be a partnership this year
nothing profound here (just show and tell);
just starting to feel the season's spirit!
My God Jar
Worrying,
fretting,
anxious,
overwhelmed
got a problem with no
present resolution in sight?
I have gotten in the habit to
write a concern or problem in
prayer or even a question on a piece of
paper to God. I fold it and place in my God jar
under the desk and then whenever the problem
creeps its ugly head at me I just say
"God's got it"
every 3 months or so
I empty the jar and review
the requests/prayers!
Motherwell History + RSO
We took a day trip to this National Historical Park at Abernathy, Sask. You can tour through the
whole house inside and eat what was baking in the kitchen, a beautiful home
for that era and farming lifestyle.
Motherwell Stone house restored to 1912-1918 era
built in very late 1800's
huge barn built 1908
stonework under barn
Steam Engine (early 1900s farming) revving up to start the threshing and
stooking equipment for harvest
I did not think they would get this thing running
but they did and they forked and stooked and
the grain fell into the wagon behind
love these Mules who were all black and shiny and the long ears
were so prominent. There were Belgians and Clydsdales pulling wagons, as well, for
rides around the different entrances to this very large farmstead.
rides around the different entrances to this very large farmstead.
I would recommend this day trip to Abernathy SK
it is really a farm homestead worth learning about.

The Regina Symphony Orchestra performed in the afternoon
the main reason I came here today was to listen to them perform. I am guessing at least
1500 to 2000 people here if not more.

so calming and beautiful to listen in the outdoors
under the trees and in my lawn chair

it is really a farm homestead worth learning about.
The Regina Symphony Orchestra performed in the afternoon
the main reason I came here today was to listen to them perform. I am guessing at least
1500 to 2000 people here if not more.
so calming and beautiful to listen in the outdoors
under the trees and in my lawn chair
what's our tradition Mom?
My son Graham was 10 when he came home from school one afternoon and asked... "What is our family Christmas tradition mom?" He was looking at me intently awaiting a brilliant response to something he knew we didn't really have. Actually it was a word we didn't use at christmas time in our house. So I knew that at school they must of been telling stories about Christmas with family. I thought hard for a few minutes, which in itself said to me and my son that we didn't necessarily have a Christmas tradition. "How about that we are always with family and travel at Christmas time so we can be together"? That didn't seem to appease Graham very much. He was still looking at me, hoping for a TRADITION story to take back to school the next day.
I sat down with him and discussed openly that traditions aren't always as well noted in some families as others might. You and your brother have a Ukrainian grandmother whose family came from the Ukraine and a English grandmother who was an English war bride and married a soldier from Saskatchewan. Brian is Irish/English and I am Ukrainian/English. We celebrated none of those cultures. I ended meekly with the so-called tradition of... "well we always put up a real (live) tree and decorate it and we travel to visit our grandparents each year. " But, (says my eager son), what's our tradition?"
Christmas in Prince Albert 1989: Graham and Tom were 3 and 5 when we entered the Red River Forest to cut down our own tree. I had packed donuts and some hot chocolate for a treat after we got the tree picked and loaded in the truck. The tree was picked and cut down but the boys were more interested in the donuts and hot chocolate and then the fighting started over the donuts so it was not a peaceful venture into the woods!
Christmas in Prince Albert 1989: Graham and Tom were 3 and 5 when we entered the Red River Forest to cut down our own tree. I had packed donuts and some hot chocolate for a treat after we got the tree picked and loaded in the truck. The tree was picked and cut down but the boys were more interested in the donuts and hot chocolate and then the fighting started over the donuts so it was not a peaceful venture into the woods!
So now it is 2015 and that moment of truth is now hitting home because I have been reading about childhood memories and the joys that are portrayed in a well versed magazine article or pictures of togetherness around the world and even with my co-workers and neighbours who seem to have some kind of tradition. Tradition means to me a culture that is practiced by ones own family on certain holidays every year. { a way of thinking, behaving, or doing something that has been used by the people in a particular group, family, society, etc., for a long time. : the stories, beliefs ...}
So here it is! Our family tradition! A real live tree is brought into our house, and placed in a tree stand as the needles share themselves generously about the house even before we have put a light or piece of garland on it. Water, yes it needs water, so the sugar-water is poured into the tree stand and more needles fall into my hair. The vacuum and broom is always at the ready for more needle "bunnies" to pick up. I give up after a couple of days and just keep all the needles pushed under the tree skirt until after the 25th of December when, the reckoning happens, and the tree and its fir needles are thrown outside.
I don't ever want to give up this Kirk family tradition!
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
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