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
Wearing one of the squaw dresses my Mother designed and stitched – sitting atop my Dad’s green Nash Rambler – at the side of the house we lived in (formerly a parsonage) during the 1950s in Farmington, New Mexico.
“The Squaw Dress, a categorization label for several types of one- and two-piece dresses, was a regional style in the American Southwest in the late 1940s and became a national dress trend in the 1950s. Its defining feature, a full, tiered skirt, came in three shapes: (1) a slightly gathered skirt based on Navajo dress; (2) a “broomstick” or pleated skirt based on Navajo and Mexican attire; and (3) a fully gathered, three-tiered skirt based on contemporary Western Apache Camp Dresses or Navajo attire. In addition to the common designation of Squaw Dress, dresses with the third skirt type were also called Fiesta, Kachina, Tohono, or Patio Dress (depending on the type of decoration); the former two styles were called Navajo Dresses. Squaw Dresses were extremely popular because of their comfort and regional indigenous associations. They represented both idealized femininity and Americanness because of their Native American origins.”
What’s in a name? The 1940s-1950s “Squaw Dress”
By Parezo, Nancy J.
Publication: The American Indian Quarterly
I must have given the original of these photographs to someone – I found the ‘proof’ sheet in one of my snapshot boxes.
Remembering the good times with the Sharers’ Class. We no longer have Nancy Stoffel, Guy Nunnelly, Betty Nunnelly, Charlotte Brenner, Jack Rowley, Jack and Bonnie Thornhill and Marjorie Blessing with us. God bless them.
They blessed us.
Reverend Lonnie Phillips has moved from Seguin FUMC.
There have been some changes – and we have the memories – good memories.
These pictures were probably taken about eight years ago (if memory serves); it was a good time!
Photo Memories . . .
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.
May 22, 1932
October 28, 2009
Because I could not stop for Death
by Emily Dickinson
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For his civility.We passed the School, where Children strove
At recess in the ring
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us
The dews drew quivering and chill
For only Gossamer, my gown
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the GROUND
The roof was scarcely visible
The cornice in the ground.
Since then ’tis centuries and yet
Feels shorter than the DAY
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.