Saturday, January 16, 2010

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. ~Charles Dickens

One of the traditions we had as children was the return of Santa on his way back to the North Pole--Dec. 31. At which time he would fill our Christmas stocking for the second time. It may have only been a pkg of Juicy Fruit gum and a dime, but I tell you, it was sooo exciting for us. This is something that I still do with my children. As children, we didn't have the fancy socks that we have today. We just ran in the bedroom, and got one of Daddy's work socks--usually gray with maybe some red edging. Unlike the socks we use today that are as much part of the decorations as the tree itself. Only, Santa takes advantage of the after Christmas sales, and they get a lot more in their socks.

I was very upset to learn, that not one of my brothers carried on this tradition in their families. I couldn't understand why. My belief is, they let their wives do the "Christmas thing", therefore the wife brings into the home the things she did as a child. I guess my husband did the same thing, because this wasn't something he did in his family either. At first, he probably just went along with it to keep me happy. But he really gets in to it now, and to this I am very thankful. Come to think of it, this idea came from the Davis line, so apparently Dad did it because Mama wanted to. I guess what it boils down to is the man follows the woman. This is kind of sad when you think about it. Generations of traditions could be lost because of this.

When Robert and I were first married, we both had things from our families that we liked and wanted to continue on with. For one, in the Prince Family, We would get up very early on Christmas morning, and I mean early. Sometimes we would be up 4:00 a.m. We actually got up earlier, but would be sent back to bed, until the excitement couldn't hold us down any longer. (Lucky for us, Mama was always on our side, Dad would have stayed in bed if he had had his way.) Whereas, the Grokes used Christmas Day to sleep in. Ohhhh, I could see this was going to cause a problem. Did we fight about it, I should say not, we compromised. We get up early--. Now on my part of this, in Robert's family they opened presents one at a time--starting with the youngest and working their way to the top, and then starting all over again after the oldest had opened a gift. This way you could ohhh and awwww about what everybody got. On the opposite end of this, my family all got our presents and then just started rippppppping them open. In five minutes it was all over, and nobody knew who gave what. So I decided to go with the Grokes on this, and like it so much better--besides, it makes the day go slower. We get up early, for me, and we open presents one at a time for Robert.

Growing up, we had a certain set of Christmas tree lights that we used year after year, or so it seemed. They were the great big Christmas lights and you don't see many of them any more. Most people use the miniature lights on their trees and house decorations. As a child another decoration we always had was a picture of Santa that we hug on the door.

Another Prince tradition for me was Daddy cooking breakfast, for all of us. This was the one time of the year, Mama didn't have to do it, and Daddy would cook our eggs anyway we wanted them. He also cooked pancakes, but don't tell anybody, I didn't like them, he never took them off the grill soon enough. Now Robert is the chief cook and bottle washer on Christmas Day in our family. He doesn't do pancakes, but we still have choices to make when it comes to how we want our eggs or what kind of meat we want with our eggs and hash browns. Now following this breakfast if I had done what we did as a child, I would go visit all my brothers and their families just As it is we usually just stay home and enjoy each others company. Not to mention watching of all the movies we seemed to have received as gifts--even from Santa. (Picture on left is My uncle Reeed and Aunt Laura Family visiting us on Christmas day 1957)

I grew up with the memory of Mama setting aside a special day the week prior to Christmas to make candy to pass around. This included my favorite, divinity, as well as panoche and fudge. We would then divide the candy up and put them on different places to pass around to our neighbors. Who in turn, would do the same for us. We would trade one plate of goodies for another. It's OK cause that meant I would always get some of Aunt Sylva's cherry divinity. This Christmas the only divinity I got came from a patron of the library who bought me a goody bag for helping her. Oh we got tons of neighborhood gifts, but I myself don't spend time baking and making candy--I would eat it all before we got it out of the house. I like to do crafty things to pass on to my friends and neighbors. I don't remember my Dad getting into this, but that is because he worked full time and ran the farm when he got home from work. Robert on the other hand is very helpful in driving me around and dropping off the goodies. There has even been times when, for one reason or another I didn't want to do it, and he was right there prodding me on.

And least we forget, Every year the New Harmony Ward had a primary program, and it seemed every year I was an angel for it. I still remember the silver tinsel and how it itched. But angels can't complain you know?







Oh, just like this picture of my brother Roland, Christmas is a time for dreaming, and you can bet I do.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring-not even a mouse....



Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. I love everything about it. When I was little, I thought every year, the tree was prettier than the year before. I look at old pictures and see that we had some sorry looking trees, but I still thought they were beautiful.
We always had ice cycles on them, That was pretty much Roland's and my job to do. We were told to put them on one at a time, and we did, for the first two or three, but that got old pretty darn fast. So we would take a hand full and just throw them on. Mama was very patient with us. I think she would wait until we were out of the room and then rearrange the silver strands. I loved going through the boxes of decorations and remembering where they came from.
With modern technology, we now have a pre-lit tree. We use it over and over, but I still love it, or I should say love them, as we have one in the Visiting Teaching room, and the big one in the family room. My next couple of blogs are going to be dedicated to Christmas. Today the trees, next time, Santa.
We always had big lights on our tree, and you don't see a lot of that type of light anymore. Oh, they still make them, but most tree lights are the little ones. So to this day when I see the kind of lights we used as a child I get all excited--I know, Deanna, get a life....
My Grandma Davis' tree had lights that looked like candles. How pretty they were. It was like they had bubbles going through them.
I don't remember Grandpa Prince's tree, but I do remember an experience I had with him. One year I went down to Grandpa's and he didn't have a tree. Roland and I told him we were going to get him one. He tried to talk us out of it, but we wouldn't listen. We went up to the FLAT and chopped down a little one and took it too his place. He didn't have any decorations, so I decided to use all the Christmas cards he had received and put them on the tree. I know it was not the most beautiful tree in the world, but I know it meant a lot to Grandpa (oh, oh, here comes the tears) cause he looked at it, and his eyes watered up and the tears came down. You know that is the only thing I can remember about that Christmas, but what a wonderful thing to have as a memory.

There is nothing more peaceful to me, then to turn out all the lights in the house, and then turn the tree lights on. I could sit there for hours and watch the tree--as if it was going to do anything. But you know what, "The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other."--Burton Hillis.



Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Leaves crackling under foot, plants bloom in one last magnificent Hurray as their roots grow deep to ensure new life next Spring




Fall is here.....
I love this time of the year in New Harmony. I took the picture of the flowers after our first frost. I look at them now, and pretty as they were, it looks to me like they are crying. They know their life has come to and end. But while they are here, they sure make life better for the rest of us. I hope I can be that way. I drove around the valley this week looking at the color changes. Some of my favorite places are not colorful this year, as they were destroyed by fire, but I can still see beauty.

This deer was on my front lawn. She is lucky she is a she and not a he. Cause if she was a he, she wouldn't be.........



Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Deanna and the not so giant peach

FROM THIS. . . .




TO THIS..........................

I don't know why it is, but this year, I am so excited about the orchard and garden. I guess I should say about the produce we are getting. I still don't get a kick out of weeding, but I sure do like the results after it is done. It just amazes me, that you can take a little seed, put it in the dirt and then get the things we get, after it has matured. This week, I bottled peaches. Look at what they went through to get to the last step.


TO THIS. . .


And finally this...............................

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

I have a family here on earth, they are so good to me............




Thanks to the efforts of my daughter, Kristina, all the Grokes and Groketts were together for the first time in a long time. The last time we were together for family pictures, Robert and I had five grandbabies. Since that time, we have added eight more and two more in-laws. We had a photo shoot in St. George. The weather turned out beautiful, and we had a wonderful time. Thanks, Kris, for having the spunk to do this. And thanks to all my children for keeping their Mama happy. Cause when Mama is happy every body is happy, but when Mama ain't happy.... well you know.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Announcing the Arrival of a new Grokett....... Weighing in at 1lb.


Robert and Deanna Groke are so exxxcited. They just gave birth to a new baby--Cabbage Patch type. What a beauty she is. From a little speck to a head big as mine. The new arrival was picked Saturday nite. Her first night home was so fun. Mama Groke couldn't get enough pictures. Sadly the beauty only lived for a day, as she found herself in the best cold slaw ever made. Grokes thank everyone for their concern with this pregnancy.

A proud Mama Groke shows off her latest off spring--a result of the empty nester's group




























Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I had a "Berry" busy day.














The strawberries are red, and ready to pick

I have to get them out of the garden quick

Moaning and groaning as I lift the leaves--

Trying not to get dirt and strawberry juice all over my sleeves.

Three or four berries I toss in to my pan

The next one, I throw in my mouth as fast as I can.

Oh so good, and sweet they taste

I can’t let even one go to waste.

I pick some more,

Wouldn’t it be so much easier to buy them at the store?

Then another I pop in my mouth.

And the thought of going to Walmart heads south.

Nothing taste better than food you have grown,

In your own little garden and all on your own.


The sun is up and I am tired

Into the house I will go before I am fired.

The berries are washed and ready to cook

I really would like to sit down and read a good book.

“Cannot be” I say to myself

As I ask Robert to take the empty pints off the shelf.






All ingredients in order, it is time to begin,

We cannot let laziness win.

The berries are crushed and measured just so

For over- doing it, would be a “No No”

Sure Jell I add, and let it cook until the mixture comes to a boil

This is just the beginning of my hours of toil.

Mix in some sugar before it starts to jell.

Too much or two little, it won’t thicken well.

Another rolling boil as you wait and stir

Let it boil a minute—on this you don’t want to err.

The timer rings, for the bottles you reach

This time it is for the strawberries, but next time it could be for a peach.



Being careful not to burn me,

I pour the jam real slowly.

The Kerr lids have boiled for 3 minute or more

This is help them to seal, I am sure

Wiping the top of the jar so clean

I have to do this or later the jam will turn green.

I cover the bottle with the flat and a ring

Screwing tightly and waiting anxiously for the jar to ping

Such a beautiful sound to the ear

Because it tells me my jam will be safe for a year.


The kitchen is a mess you can be sure

Jam is every where from the top to the floor.

Does it bother me? you ask

No sir, in the lime-light I bask.

Knowing the strawberries in the summer I did grow

But now I can enjoy them even during the cold and the snow.