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A little Girls Christmas ( part 11 ) One of my fondest memories of Christmas time was that every December about the middle of the month, daddy & mama would load their children
and all the neighborhood kids that wanted to go ,into the car, and we would head out to Marianna, a small town about 50 miles from Panama city where we
lived, because Marianna Boys School always decorated the whole place (and it looked like a small town) with Christmas trees and the cottages were full of lights, and Santa's and sleighs and elves and Reindeer, and snowmen, and Holly trees and Gingerbread men, and the most beautiful of all was the huge star that Towered over the place where Baby Jesus lay in a manger full of straw, with the
wise men and Mary and Joseph, standing around where the Baby lay.. The glittering stars placed inside the manger scene. It was breath- taking. You never heard so many wows !!! and ooooos , and breath taking sighs from all us starry eyed kids. It was well worth the trip, and then mama , most every night, loaded us kids up and took us all around towns that were nearby, as well as our own town, to see the beautiful lights everywhere, and I'll share a secret with you,(mama loved the lights as well as we did) How exciting a time that was as a child, and still closer to home just about a mile away, The large PaperMill in town always for many years, had a wonderful christmas display of lights too. It is memories in my memory Book that will be there forever.
The magic of christmas is still here , even though I am older, deep in my heart, it is so easy for me to recapture Christmas in my heart again. These beautiful memories only remain with those of us who shared them, that is why I wanted to share with you. Times are different now, but I am sure the excitement of Christmas is just as great in kids hearts today as it was back then, just different. However, we did not know that we were poor. As far as I was concerned we had as much as any of the other kids. Different things but we were happy. I hope everyone has memories as great as I have at Christmas time. Even the Bells that hung around the cows necks telling us where they were at all times, seemed to me like they were playing Jingle Bells. Christmas was and always will be about Love, Joy
and good-will Towards all men, and Peace on Earth. I can understand now why the food was so very good at Christmas time. It was because we all shared what we had with each other. The old folks told stories about what Christmas meant to them when they were growing up, and the kids just shook their heads and said, "how old fashioned." Don't that sound familiar .:-) Have a Great Christmas all. hugs annie
Christmas is such a beautiful time of the year. As we watch the signs of Christmas appear, a special love overflows in my heart. My beautiful Christmas page as well as my Thanksgiving page has such a special meaning to me and I wanted to share with you why I am so grateful. The beautiful layouts you see when you visit my page, I could never be able to do, because I do not have the ability. So many people here on the Hill are so talented in computer design but I am not one of them. Life is all about caring and helping others when you can. Giving of yourself. I do try to practice sharing of myself and my talents, but my talents are not in working with the computer in any way. To me, Christmas time carries with it , a special kind of magic .You can feel it in the air and in your heart . Doing for others the things they cannot do for themselves. I want to give a special acknowledgement to a special friend here on the Hill . Her name is Angelika , She is doing for me the thing I cannot do for myself. Many of you know her already, and she is your friend also . She is from beautiful Bavaria, Germany. Angelika is learning our language, but she already knows the language of real humaneness. The language of "Love Thy Neighbor As Thyself" Thank you Angelika. Hugs Bethanna
A little Girls Christmas Part 1. Grandmas House When I was a very small girl, too small to remember when, my mother taught us about Christmas, and what Christmas meant from the Bible . Christmas was held at Grandma & Granddaddys house. Then there were the beautiful sparkling holiday dreams of christmas. My family was a very festive family, going all out to make the magic of Christmas. Our family didn't have very much money, but neither did anyone else that I knew. But grandma always made us red stockings from a red potato sack and we could see through it , at all the goodies, nuts , fruit & a little hard candy. Once I got a bat with a small ball attached to it with a band of rubber , in my stocking. sometimes jacks, sometimes a small doll (dime store item) it was so exciting just to know what was in the stocking. Once Grandma decided to play mrs. Santa, we kids had never seen anything like that and it scared us nearly to death. My sister hid under the bed. grandma loved that. Grandma loved to laugh better than anyone I knew, and everyone enjoyed Christmas so much, the food was just out of this world. Sweet potato pies, stacked on top of each other, they were made from thin pie crusts, and a thin filling, there were probably six or eight thin pies stacked on top of each other. Mamas famous strawberry shortcake, aunt Cynthes pecan and mincemeat pies. aunt Marys cocoanut cakes,also a ham and a large roasting Hen with dressing, plenty of potato salad, fresh field peas mama put up in the summertime in jars, along with so much more. all my cousins and aunts and uncles came . we did real family gatherings. Homemade syrup candy and peanut Brittle. We always had plenty to eat. Our Christmas trees always had homemade cookies cut in Christmas shapes and hung on the tree for ornaments, each cookie or candy cane , tied with red and green ribbons. No lights , just candy canes and cookies.Neighbors joined us too, in and out visiting, and we could pick a cookie from the tree to eat, but when we came back in there was another cookie on the tree in the picked cookie's place. The thing I remembered best, is the festive spirit. Everyone was laughing and playing and joking, even the adults, and my dads big thing was he always beat all of us by saying "Christmas Eve gift." (that was supposed to mean that who ever said it first,got a Christmas Eve gift). Just funning around. can't tell in one volume what Christmas meant to me, but I knew it meant a lot of love was spread around, and everyone was so happy about that Baby Born in a manger , because there was no room in the Inn. And grand daddy always sat on the front porch in the rocking chair and watched us kids play. All this happened on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. What memories I have of my childhood. My memory book is stuffed full. Not just Christmas. There were all the other Holidays too. How My family loved those gatherings .it was nothing like Christmas is today. No snow, because I was raised in Florida. However sometimes we did get a pretty cool Christmas, but not always. However , there was always enough to share with whoever might drop by.
Hello my friends, I wanted to let you know I will be off the Hill for a few weeks, as they are going to winterize our house, and I know I won't have time. I will see you when I get back. Hold comments please. will let you know when I return.hugs annie
While listening to the news last night, I heard the weather-man say, we had a hurricane named Sandy, and she was to hit the American East coast, and was capable of doing massive destruction to a wide area within her path. she was called by two names, one was the "Frankenstorm," and some called her "The perfect storm". By whatever name she is called the names painted a picture of a storm that carried the titles of being something overwhelmingly massive and included a lot of different aspects that held predicted danger and ruin for many people. This started my mind to racing,. Being from Florida , I know about storms, and those people who FORECAST storms give us the worse scenario they can in order to prepare us for the worse, so we can make plans for the worse and hope the best. So it is in life, I know of not one person living who can say they have never felt some stormy weather in their lives. Happens to the best of us as well as the worst of us. There is a pattern to a storm, I have sat on the seashore so many times and I know the pattern, first the wind blows and that causes the waves to start to roll in towad the shore, and the harder the wind the great the waves come crashing in. And then the driving Thunderstorms and lightning. So often when we think the storm is going to be a whopper, and it turns out to be a lamb in comparrsion to the predictions given it. But I have seen the "perfect Storm", and it is about the most frightning thing I have ever had happen to me. The horror of what's coming next and how can I ever get through this one. So it is with us, You can believe me when I say it rains on the Just and the unjust. Some are facing storms now that have passed through their lives with such devastating force it left an uncontrollable void in our life , that our lives are changed forever. But We can come through this storm, though we feel we never will. Many of us have a daily storm caused by circumstances beyond our control. We can weather that storm, and make memories while we are in the storm. I know because my special Roy and I make memories every day, and we chose to make memories together instead of making them alone. whatever your storm may be in your life, we shall all weather the storm together and look up and watch the storm passing over, for there is a sunny day at the end of the storm.
&nb sp; My First Day I came into this world a bouncing baby girl, So they say. To a young couple just in the prime of their life.I grew up in a stable loving functional home, with two great parents who loved and nurtured and cared for me and taught me how to live as a functional adult when I grew up, but most of all , they taught me what caring and love was all about. It was not about me and what I could get, it was about me and what I could give. It was about sharing and giving and respecting others feelings and above all to give my allegence to my maker first, honor my Father and Mother, so my days would be long upon this earth.Learning to be an insider and not an outsider. Being my own person and standing for my own convictions, and not being swayed by outstanding crowds of people all wrapped up in themselves. They taught me to be a thinker and more, they taugh me to be a giver. A giver not of earthly resorces alone, but moreover a giver of myself. To be a friend to others, for everyone needs a friend. As life went on I grew, and the years passed, and my young life was like all young people's lives, mostly thirsting for the things of life and what I could get and make from them and how I could survive, but today, I have passed from my youth, from my middle age, and into my golden years, and looking back over my life , one thing I have realized more than any other, is that no man is an Island, Today is a new day, And it is the first day of the rest of my life. All of our lives are entangled with someone in some way, if he/she goes through this earthly walk. We are all one family . We were born to be neighbors to each other. I don't want to be a fighting neighbor but a neighbor that doesen't intrude, but is always close at hand if I can be of help. Life has it's storms for each of us, but for each of us there is a rainbow to let us know there is hope.
THINKING BACK Today I was just thinking back on my childhood days. Wow, was that ever the days. I love to grab from my memorybook. In particular, I was thinking how much larger things looked, like the house I was raised in was a small home, only three rooms until my preteens when my oldest brother went to the Army,He was singled then,and sent an allotment home every month to help out at home. Well we were doing okay, as far as I was concerned we were doing as well as anyone I knew, so mom and dad just saved the allotment until brother came home from overseas, and gave the money back to him so he would have something to start his life out on. well he wouldn't have it, he plainly told mama, that money is yours & dads, so you can add bedrooms onto the house. . I now can't imagine living in a three room house, with four children, but we made it fine. So what if the livingroom did have beds in it, most everyone else's house had beds in the livingroom and the middle room , as we called it . we weren't so concerned about sleeping as we were about everyone being okay, and we were a happy family. went to church and school, and work, just like everybody else. Something different at our house that so many family's didn't enjoy then or today ,was, our home was filled with love and respect and concern for each other and those who were less fortunate than we. How Big that house looked to me, especially after dad built our bedrooms. Today the house would be , not much bigger, than a playhouse for our kids. Funny how things have changed, and how much different and larger things seemed back then. Those were the good old days. Just sharing. Bethanna
I awoke this morning and I was thinking of Christmas long ago. when I was a child and even a young adult. what festive time we all shared. My mom and my aunts and grandmother cooked for days to get everything ready by christmas eve. There were each ones favorite cake or pie, I know mom always cooked a fresh ham because it was my favorite meat. Grandma made the best potato pie in the world. I"ll bet she fixed well over a half dozen thin pie crusts, and layered them ,and stacked them with each filled with sweet potato filling Yum, Yum. Then there were lots of homemade candy too. under that Christmas tree were our gifts. I remember them so well. I remember the pasteboard kaleidoscope with cut glass. never the smae design.and I remember my paper dolls and some times I even got a cut out house for them. and most of all my baby doll. my best gift of all. and I had them all until I married, and our church had a Christmas Bazaar for the Needy and I gave my babies away, not with tears though. How I wish I could go back just one more time , but of course I cannot. My daddy was so funny, he always caught each of us first on Christmas Eve morning and said " Christmas eve gift". ( That, I think was supposed to mean that if you did it first you got a gift.) I thought that just made the start of Christmas. But mama was the spiritual leader in our home and she always first of all each year, reminded us that it was The Birth Of Christ our Lord. I just wanted to run by to see my sweet friends, and chat a spell this Christmas eve. Thanks to all of you for coming by my place. All of Your ChristmasI just wanted to run by to see my sweet friends, and chat a spell this Christmas eve. Thanks to all of you for coming by my place. All of Your Christmas pages are beautiful I know.Even those I didn't get to see. I do hope all you and your families have a wonderful Christmas and I know you will. pages are beautiful I know.Even those I didn't get to see. I do hope all you and your families have a wonderful Christmas and I know you will. From our home to your's Roy, Annie, & Jay Jay we wish you a merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year
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I awoke this morning and remembered Christmas when all my father and mother were alive and we were much younger. My daddy's very favorite thing was to catch everyone unaware on Christmas Eve, and say Christmas Eve Gift before anyone else. He always said it first. what fun times it was back then. Things have changed, and customs have changed, but I shall always remember. I wish everybody a Merry Christmas. hugs annie roy & Jay Jay
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