right this very minute …
Week Two …
With the first stage complete, I dug for the boxes with the village houses and people. Naturally, the one I wanted was at the bottom of a tall pile. Not to worry. I have a system … it’s called count to ten and get moving. And behold my big hands uncovered tiny houses, tiny figurines, tiny trees, tiny faux presents.
Whilst baking cookies, brownies and pies … I mixed a bit of sugar and spice and spaced my little vignettes. Let the apples burn the bottom of the oven, the fragrance lingering for hours … mix and fuss and be of good cheer … because we absolutely need a little Christmas right now !!
I feel giddy and write a list of groceries to make enough food for the Sixth Fleet … don’t forget the deviled eggs and write out the last of the Christmas cards.
Food bubbles, I toil and trouble putting the houses in place, arranging the rest of the people, cars, sleighs … bottle brush trees in five sizes … with and without snow … fill in all the scenery … and when it is done … I still daydream about a train set. Don’t laugh but that is one of the items on my Life List.
In Eighties, the kid’s time … this stage went on for days after Thanksgiving. In my current state of retirement … I have cut back and consolidated and with a warm belly and a single vision, I did it all in three days.
From the heart of la famiglia …
This is to seven brave men who traveled thousands of miles to give us a better life. To the men who worked the Italian Merchant ships from the little known out-island of Sardinia, San Pietro and the town of Califorte.
The seven who traveled up the Hudson River on logging boats and settled a U.S. home in Poughkeepsie and each in their turn made this their permanent home. My father who refused to go to Ellis Island, ”jumped” ship, took a weekend pass from his Merchant ship and never returned.
It was in the small, sleepy town of Poughkeepsie in 1923, he saw a beautiful girl with long dark braids and from behind the picket fence he pointed and declared, “I’m going to come back and marry you.”
Four years later, he kept that promise and so bound our fates to his.
To those courageous and hopeful seven men and the dozens of children and grandchildren they produced, I dedicate this post.
To the original Italian cowboy, Salvatore Augustine Fois, I give you his favorite song, the song that made him cry each Holiday because he missed his family in Italy.
Week Two has ended and I have the house decorations finished. This week I’d like you to tell me about your favorite Holiday decoration. Is it a special set of lights, the jingle of bright silver bells, a decoration you have had since childhood, or the one you bought for your first tree … tell me?
During Week Three, I start baking and wrapping. Not the elaborate fussing I did with the kids, but fun nevertheless. I also prepare for my first Christmas guests. Join me on the eve of my first born’s birthday.
When do you finish your decorations, turn on the lights?
Do you wait until the Eve or are they already done?