Two Thousand Nine was filled with blessings (some tears, of course – some laughter).
I am so grateful for my family and my friends – some of whom I’ve met and engaged with via the internet (who would have thought we would be communicating instantly with just a click of the fingers?? Not I – coming from a generation that, in the 1950s, was jitterbugging in the corner drugstore to music from a colorful jukebox – listening to 78rpm records).
May God richly bless all of you.
This Christmas Memory snapshot was taken in 1995 in Aurora, Colorado.
There are so many marvelous Christmas memories
and I bring them out now and then
– especially the snapshots that tell our stories.
“Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance – each beautiful, unique and too soon gone.”
— Deborah Whipp
Wishing you all marvelous memories and
All Things Good
Thanksgiving by Edgar Albert Guest
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin’ more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an’ men.Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.
Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.
Went to the Michael Martin Murphy Concert.
It was a marvelous time together.
I sought my soul,
but my soul I could not see.
I sought my God,
but my God eluded me.
I sought my brother
and I found all three.
My heart is heavy – knowing that
(in this life)
I will never see Ray again.
He was such a blessing to me
(as are all of my Caldwells!).
However, I have joy in my heart –
knowing that Ray is no longer suffering
and he is truly Home.
God bless him.
God bless the Caldwells.