Friday, December 14, 2018

My Christmas Treasury


When I was three or four years old, I was given a copy of this book, My Christmas Treasury. It was one of my favorite books when I was little, and I read it all year long, not just at Christmas. I still remember it being around the house for my youngest sibling to read years later (I was eight and a half when he was born), but sometime after that it disappeared. I guess it may have been donated or given away, or possibly irreparably damaged after four children had enjoyed it over more than a decade.

I have a number of my other Little Golden Books from when I was very young, and always wished I could have a copy of this one for my collection because I had loved it so much. I decided to see if I could find a copy, and it took a bit of searching, but I finally found one on Etsy and ordered it for myself right away. I think I paid about four dollars for it (five or six if you include shipping), which is a lot more than the 49 cents marked on the cover (and it probably cost even less than that when my parents bought it, since my other Golden Books from the same era have 49 or 59 cents on the cover but also have price stickers from stores such as Kmart saying 39 cents; maybe I really am getting old). Honestly, the mark-up was worth it, even after accounting for inflation. Having a copy of this book again has been a delight, especially now that the holidays are here.


The book was published in 1976; I would have gotten my copy about 1981 or 1982. It's a collection of Christmas-related stories, poems, facts and riddles with cheerful, brightly-colored illustrations. I just love Golden Books. I have shared all of my old ones with my children and am glad to have this one to show them now, though they are getting a bit grown-up for Golden Books. The GB still likes them, though, especially when she's sick or in need of comforting. Actually, that's when I like them best myself.



In looking at this book as an adult, I see that it's fairly heavy on admonishment. I don't remember snooping around looking for presents in my house, and even now, I'm not really sure where they would have been hidden. I think maybe they would keep them in the attic. Anyway, I remember being a little mystified at the idea of presents being hidden somewhere. Not enough to go looking, however.


Several of the pieces in the book were written by an author named Kathryn Jackson, whom Google tells me was a prolific writer of Golden Books, including The Saggy, Baggy Elephant. I like the above story specifically for its description of a Christmas dinner that rabbits would enjoy: "A big roast carrot basted in sugar, mashed turnips with butter, and cranberries red and shining. And for dessert, a round pudding all lighted up, with holly on top."


And then in the middle of fanciful stories like that one, there are more sacred-themed pieces like the poem "What Can I Give Him?" by the Pre-Raphaelite poet Christina Rossetti. Later in life, when I sang in my college choir's Lessons and Carols programs, which included her beautiful carol "Love Came Down at Christmas," I had a sudden memory of her poems in this book. As a child, I had no idea how important she was to our celebration of Christmas and to literature in general, as I also learned as an English major.





What Christmas treasury would be complete without discussion of holiday traditions in other parts of the world? This is one of the best parts of the book. About 10 countries are discussed, but these are some of my favorites. I've always been intrigued by how people do things in other places and cultures, from a very young age. One thing I've always wondered about the Yule log, as discussed above; how do you save a piece from the year before? Is it a burnt piece? Where do you keep it until Christmas? These are serious questions. I could look it up, but if you do this, can you share?


Some Christmas riddles for you to ponder (click on the photo to enlarge it). The answers spell out a festive word!


This is a somewhat convoluted story wherein a polar bear cub is entrusted by Santa Claus to carry a rainbow around and drops it, whereupon it shatters into small pieces. Cub is sad, Santa cheers him up by helping him hang bits of broken rainbow on the Christmas tree. I liked this picture very much, even if the story seemed a bit weird even to preschool me.


This is the last page of the book, and looking at it now, I see that it may be one reason I love blogs so much as an adult, along with the international holiday section. The poem on this page is by Phillips Brooks, who also penned the lyrics to the carol "O Little Town of Bethlehem", clearly another literary figure with Christmas influence. I'll reproduce the poem for you here:

Christmas Everywhere
by Phillips Brooks

Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!
Christmas in lands of the fir tree and pine,
Christmas in lands of the palm tree and vine,
Christmas where snow peaks stand solemn and white,
Christmas where cornfields lie sunny and bright!

For the Christ Child who comes is the Master of all;
No palace too great and no cottage too small.

I hope you've enjoyed this look at one of my childhood books which I am only too happy to have in my life again. Have a lovely weekend, from your friend in the high desert, where the land is brown and the sky is blue, and the mountain's peak is faintly dusted in white.

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

December-ing

During this cold and sunny (just right!) month of December, here are some of the things I'm doing...


Awaiting...the first slice of my Christmas cake, which I made from a different recipe this year, with my own customization. I've been feeding it every two weeks but I'll stop now so it can dry out before I ice it.


Anticipating...my first attempt at decorating with fondant. I bought a small package of green fondant to use on my Christmas cake. I'm going to ice it very simply with white sugar icing, then cut out some holly leave from the green fondant and put some glace cherry halves with them to look like holly berries. I'm a little nervous...stay tuned.


Sleeping...much better since I put the heavier comforter on the bed a couple of weeks ago. We'd been using our lightweight quilted cover, with the addition of my big hexagon afghan since October, but we were not staying warm enough. I'm so glad to have our warmest blanket back on the bed again.


Appreciating...my new little alarm clock. I bought this clock about a week ago to replace a big, clunky old clock radio that I couldn't stand anymore. There were too many knobs and controls and it was all I could do to remember how to set the alarm. The radio reception was very poor. I just wanted a simple, basic clock, nothing fancy. I found this one at Target for seven bucks. You can hit the top for a snooze or to turn on the light for 10 seconds. That's it for features. Perfect.



Loving...my new kitchen tablecloth. It's just an inexpensive vinyl one, which I bought from an Amazon store called Deb's Buried Treasure. I'd wanted a durable, easily-cleaned Christmas tablecloth for the kitchen for a long time, ever since my old one finally gave up the ghost a few years ago. I just kept regular cloths on through the holidays, but I missed having something more festive in the kitchen. I'm enjoying it very much.


Assembling...a jigsaw puzzle under the Christmas tree, a longtime family tradition. Everyone wants to be near the Christmas tree, and this is definitely the warmest, sunniest room in the house in winter, so we all flock here to play games, work on crafts and, lately, put together puzzles.


Reading...my December magazines. I've cycled through some of my subscriptions lately, and right now I'm getting Real Simple, Family Circle and Sunset. I love to sit with my tea and flip through them a few pages at a time, trying to savor them over a few days.


Reverting...to an old childhood thrill with the Christmas ornaments. I loved to put glass or other see-through ornaments in front of the lights to make them glow, and I still do it every year. Does anyone else do this? Most of our ornaments are opaque painted glass, but there are a few, like this blown-glass angel playing the flute, that I always try to light up. It's kind of a weird obsession.

How is your holiday planning coming along? Are you having a calm time, or a crazy one? It's surprisingly calm here, more than usual. I'm planning to bake lots of cookies this weekend, starting Friday afternoon. I'll give most of them away, as I always do, but we'll keep some too. I can't wait to get started! I think we'll make tamales this weekend too. I still want to make marmalade, especially since I currently have more oranges than I know what to do with, but that may have to wait until next week. Meanwhile, I still have all the gifts to wrap, but I like to do that in the evenings while I watch TV. I find gift-wrapping quite relaxing, as long as I don't leave it so long that I have to wrap them all on one night...a lesson it only took me once to learn. Hope you're having a good week, friends!

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Sno-el


December came in with a storm! A few flurries had begun to fall before we went to bed on Saturday night, and we woke up to about an inch of snow outside. It was just wonderful. We were especially excited because we'd already planned to put up our Christmas tree on Sunday, and now it was a day with snow outside. How festive is that?






It wasn't very much snow, and it was already starting to melt on the paved patios when we woke up at 7 am, but it was still very pretty and we were all very happy to have some snow outside. We had just filled out bird feeders the day before, so there were many interesting birds in the yard, including goldfinches on our thistle feeder.



After lunch, we hauled out the Christmas tree and all of the indoor decorations. The kids put on the lights mostly by themselves, a first this year. I mean, the LB is taller than I am now. Everyone pitched in to hang ornaments and then I vacuumed up the loose fake pine needles on the carpet and put the skirt on the floor under the tree. Our decorating is pretty simple; we like having the tree and a few other items up for a month or so, but I'm sure we'd like it less if we had more stuff out.


I bought a new tree-topper this year. It's from the Hearth and Hand Magnolia line at Target (by the ubiquitous Chip and Joanna). I was looking for something to replace an old country-style angel made from burlap and paper with grapevine wings, which I liked very much when I was first married and that was more of the style at the time. But it was looking very old and tired, and not really my taste anymore, so I decided to find something new. I saw this one and really liked the spareness and simplicity of it; it's all metal and has a simple plastic clip to hold it on the tree. I like this because I can move it lower on the tree to avoid touching the ceiling.


After the tree was up, I planted some paperwhite bulbs and put the pot on my little plant table next to the tree. I bought the paperwhite kit on Saturday when I went grocery shopping. I plant amaryllis most years, but I felt like having paperwhites for a change. I was lucky to get them; the store had about twenty amaryllis kits and only one paperwhite kit. I grabbed it!



I'm so glad to have the tree up. I love being at home with it during the day, just knowing it's sitting in the living room, glowing away. I go in and out all day, sitting in a chair to read, crochet or just look at the tree. I wish I could invite you in for a cup of tea and a little chat.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Forty



Hello! Thank you for the get-well and holiday wishes on my last post. We had a nice Thanksgiving, in spite of the fact that the Bear had fallen to the illness by then too. I stayed well through it all, though, and a good thing too, since I had a lot of cooking to do. It was a lot for one person to do all by herself, I will admit, and as usual, the "man" version of the illness seemed ever so much more dire than the child version, but that's neither here nor there; everyone appears to be back to normal, more or less, and the holiday was a good one. Over the weekend, I also celebrated my fortieth birthday, with a dinner out (this wasn't looking like it would happen, but we made it in the end), a lovely cake and presents. Coming at the end of a very hard week, my birthday pictures feature a fairly haggard crone-like figure, so I'll keep them to myself. I assure you, I was very happy on the inside.

My birthday last year was shared with Thanksgiving, as sometimes happens (I was born on the day as well), so I was happy to have the days separate again this year. It's a lot for one day and my naturally guilty conscience won't let me enjoy my birthday fully when I suspect that people are trying too hard to juggle my day and the holiday. They'll never say so (well, some of them will, and have, but I don't invite them to my birthdays anymore), but it's a feeling I have within myself and I don't like it, so it's good to have the holiday and the birthday fall on different days like they did this year.

Last year, we went out for a mediocre Thanksgiving meal in a restaurant; this year, I could cook the big meal and have the birthday dinner out too, which is so much nicer. I also went back to my old tradition of having a store-bought cake (the same one I've had many times, the Berry Chantilly cake from Whole Foods Market), instead of making my own; last year, I made a delicious dulce de leche cheesecake from Pati Jinich's first cookbook, which I enjoyed very much, but I really, really love that berry cake and I liked having it all ready and waiting in the fridge.

I had perfect (for me) birthday weather this year too - sunny and chilly, with crystal-clear blue skies. Last year, my birthday was a weirdly warm and hazy day, sunny and something like 75 degrees. On Thanksgiving! People were outside barbecuing and drinking beer on their front lawns. Sorry, that's just not right for late November. I liked our normal November weather much more, especially our cold, cloudy Thanksgiving Day. I'm complaining, I know, and I don't mean to. It's just funny how differently birthdays can feel from one year to the next.


My gifts were really lovely. This is my favorite gift, a group of three cakes of gradient yarn. I mentioned this yarn before, as well as the project its intended for (the Trio crocheted blanket by Susan Carlson of The Felted Button); I didn't expect to ever have any of this yarn because it's out of my normal crafting budget, but I was asked to provide gift suggestions and because it was a BIG BIRTHDAY, I decided to ask for this yarn for a present. The Bear was only too happy to provide. I was so excited! The yarn, Scheepjes Whirl, is a light cotton/acrylic blend and comes in so many beautiful colors (click the link in the yarn's name to see them). My colors are (clockwise from the top): Black Currant Squeeze Me, Lavenderlicious and Green Tea Tipple. Fun names, right? I love these colorways so much. Honestly, I'm just in love with gradient yarns lately; I really can't get enough.

As much as I love these colorways, I had a little trouble deciding on them, but then I usually do. I needed three cakes for the project and I loved looking through examples of the blanket made by other people, many of whom are a lot more adventurous with color than I am. In the end, I decided to go with my favorite tones. I guess I played it a little safe. My favorite colors include purples, blue-greens and grays, and I loved all three of these colorways, so I took a chance on them and I think they look fantastic together. The blanket design will have the colors pooling and blending from one end to the other, so I have to decide whether to use these yarns from the inside of the cakes or the outside. I'm not sure yet, it's kind of complicated to think about it, actually! I haven't started working with the yarn yet, since I'm still plugging away with my stash-buster ripple, but I'm looking forward to it. I've decided the Trio blanket will be for me. I've never actually made a blanket just for myself, and I'm not exactly sure how to go about having a blanket be just for me, but it's something I've wanted to do for a long time. I'm sure I'll be willing to share sometimes, but only with nice, careful people.


I also received a wonderful gift that I've wanted for a long time, a new ice cream maker. We have an old one that doesn't work as well as I'd like it to, needs to be used outdoors because it's noisy, and requires copious amounts of ice. It works, but it doesn't, you know? I love to make ice cream, and would really enjoy branching out into sorbets and sherbets, and I'd really appreciate the convenience of a countertop appliance, so this is something I've had on my wishlist for a couple of years. I'm really glad to have it. Sorry for the box photo, as if this is a low-quality catalog; I just haven't unboxed it yet but it's coming soon.


Miss GB made me a very pretty bracelet. The beads sort of click together to open and close, which is nice for putting it on myself. The colored parts are plastic, but they look like sea glass. She has a bag of them that came with a DIY jewelry craft kit and she kind of hoards them, so I feel very lucky to receive something like this from her. I also received Ghirardelli chocolates and a small baking dish, as well as lovely cards and a DVD of one of my favorite movies, Peggy Sue Got Married. We had dinner in an Italian restaurant and came home for delicious cake. It was a really lovely day.

And now I'm forty years old. I'm still getting used to that. On the other hand, I've always felt much older than I actually am, and for some reason, always had the idea that when I was forty, I would finally feel like my age matched my sense of myself. I think it's accurate, actually. There's something about being able to say that I am forty that feels correct and fitting. I think I felt forty at fourteen, honestly. I probably looked it too (I've never gotten enough sleep). I'm happy about it. I feel settled in my life and I like where I am at forty. I don't have big ambitions and never have; I like being a wife and a mother, a homemaker, a general helper-outer in my kids' school, a good-enough daughter, sister and friend. It's enough. I think I like myself more the older I get, which is what they always said would happen, so I'm right on track there too.

I will say that my birthday feels like a finish line, of sorts, after a difficult year. A few very challenging things went on behind the scenes here, but I don't want to dwell on them. They've kept me away from blogging, commenting, emailing, socializing, creating, and a lot of other things I wanted to do, and they don't deserve the space anymore. It's just good to be getting back to the healthy mindset that I've worked hard to develop in myself - one of gratitude and appreciation for the life we've chosen, the relationships we know we can count on, the loving home we've created for ourselves, our happy marriage and utter joy in parenthood, my meaningful and healing hobbies - and when I think about all of that, I know that's what matters. So, while I'm never one for resolutions or hard promises, I do feel like I've reached a turning point and that I have the strength and sureness to move forward and leave a very bad time behind, looking instead to the good and positive things once again, but not to pressure myself. A birthday is not a deadline or a magical new beginning, it's just a day (and this one happens to be a big cultural milestone, and it also happens to fall at the end of the calendar year), just a jumping-off point for better things and I'm more than ready to embrace them.

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Bright berries












This morning, I baked a carrot cake in a bundt pan. I'd always baked them in rectangular pans, all the better for covering with foil after icing, but I felt like a change this time. I'm going to make thin, drizzly icing instead, and I felt like trying the cake in a bundt pan, which worked surprisingly well. I thought maybe the carrots would make the batter too heavy, but nope - a beautifully risen bundt cake. It's our Thanksgiving dessert and I baked it today because I have too many things to cook tomorrow. I also made my cranberry sauce already - yesterday morning - because it can just sit in the fridge and firm up for a couple of days. I'm also making a turkey breast, candied yams, garlic mashed potatoes, stuffing and steamed asparagus. The Bear will bake bread outdoors in a cast-iron Dutch oven with hot coals (he loves this kind of cooking, or any kind of fire work, really - he's had the rocket stove out lately firing his own clay pottery in it; Dutch oven bread is really just another flavor of that), and we'll have our usual assortment of olives and nuts for appetizers. We've almost always had Thanksgiving at home, just the two - then three, then four - of us, and we really like it calm and quiet this way. Thanksgiving is a great holiday for food and hanging out. It's some work, yes, but it doesn't have the pressure of presents and decorations and high expectations, so I like it best of all the holidays, I think.

All week, I've had sick kids lounging on the couch. There's something really crummy going around at school, with fevers and sore throats and aches and pains. I've done very little all week as a result. I feel fine myself, though. We're watching TV shows and movies, reading books and listening to the radio. I've been crocheting a lot. My stash-buster ripple is getting huge and I'm nearly at the bottom of my yarn basket. None too soon, since the ripple I'm replacing literally tore right down the middle while a sick person was attempting to spread it over himself. We put it out with the trash on Monday.

I was a little sad; that blanket was my first real, big crochet project, made a year or two after I found crochet-based blogs and started thinking that it looked like a good craft for me to take up. I was a less mature, less settled person then, mother of a preschooler and a baby, feeling overwhelmed a lot, wishing I had a way to unwind and calm what was already a very anxious and high-strung personality before babies and young children ever entered the scene. Making that blanket showed me that I was capable of finishing a project, and of making something really useful for my household. We used it to death, apparently. I loved it, though, and it gave me the confidence to try more and more new things in crochet. I've said it before, but I do think crochet changed my life for the infinitely better. I'm always surprised by how empowering it has been to learn a craft and stick with it.

So it's been a weird week, and not just because I'm semi-mourning an admittedly ugly old blanket. You know how it is when they're the real kind of sick, not the kind where they want to talk to you and they argue about what they're allowed to eat and drink. This is the kind where they lie there listlessly and then take themselves off to bed at 6:30. It makes for strange days for me, where I don't go out and all the activities and lessons are off the table. At least it was a short school week, so they didn't miss much. I'm hopeful that they'll be well for tomorrow. For now, it's just another quiet day. We're watching Frasier on Netflix, which I really should have given more of a chance back when it was on TV. I should go and see if the patients feel like having lunch. Even if they don't, I could use some.

I wish you and your family a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday if you are celebrating! Take care, enjoy and have a lovely time.
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