Dale just got back from his stint for the summer on Madeline Island. On my last trip up to visit him I found these Russian nesting Santas at a store in Bayfield. I couldn't resist getting them.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Aluminum Tree
Was at the Minnesota's Greatest Generation exhibit at the Minnesota History Center in St. Paul yesterday. This display made me think of Grandma Alice's aluminum Christmas tree from the 1960s.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tree Down - February 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Lights Off - February 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Ornaments Off the Tree
Last year I had the ornaments off the tree by January 30. This year they're all off by today, Groundhog Day. The tree itself didn't come down last year until Feb. 27. Let's see if I can beat that this year.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Christmas Season 2011 - My Attempt at Christmas Cookies
Back in early December I bought a kit to make gingerbread cookies. The cookies in the kit were pre-baked and the frosting and sprinkles were included. Well, it's Martin Luther King, Jr. day and I finally got around to making them. They tasted better than they look.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Christmas Season 2011 -Twelfth Night & Summary
I did a little research online today and found out the following:
Christmastide this year was remarkable. It was full of family, fun, food, friends, gifts, Gethsemane and more. I'd like to help sum it all up with a poem.
Ring Out, Wild Bells
Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky,
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
"Twelfth Night is a festival in some branches of Christianity marking the coming of the Epiphany and concluding the Twelve Days of Christmas."
"It is defined by the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary as 'the evening of the fifth of January, preceding Twelfth Day, the eve of the Epiphany, formerly the last day of the Christmas festivities and observed as a time of merrymaking.' However, there is currently some confusion as to which night is Twelfth Night: some count the night of Epiphany itself (sixth of January) to be Twelfth Night. One source of this confusion is the Medieval custom of starting each new day at sunset, so that Twelfth Night precedes Twelfth Day."
Well, tonight is the eve of January 6th so we'll follow the Medieval custom and call this Twelfth Night.
Dale and I celebrated with drinks, steaks and chocolate cake (and Downton Abbey too). It was all very lovely.
Christmastide this year was remarkable. It was full of family, fun, food, friends, gifts, Gethsemane and more. I'd like to help sum it all up with a poem.
Ring Out, Wild Bells
Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
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