After The Rain

As I was trudging along on my customary run through the fields and woods near my house, my eyes were continually drawn to the gorgeous, jewel-like rain drops glistening on the foliage. Naturally, I had to run and get my camera and roll around in the wet grass and dirt to get some pretty pictures to share. Here are a few I especially liked:















Psalms 72:6 He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers that water the earth.

A Little Eye Candy

In the form of my littlest niece...ENJOY!




Have a great weekend, folks.
God Bless America!!! :0)

Easter!

Okay, I'm a weeee bit behind on my bloggin'. But Easter with the family was AWESOME! And I have pics to prove it :0)

As always, the food was plentiful and deeelicious. This year's main course was melt-in-your-mouth beef tenderloin, cornish game hens and VA ham all freshly smoked in Dad's commercial smoker (there were plenty of excellent side dishes, too, but didja SEE all the MEAT!?) *ahem* The tenderloin was rubbed with herb-infused olive oil, sprinkled with garlic salt and fresh ground pepper and smoked to a beautiful medium rare temp. And check out the exquisite presentation:




Desserts as far as the eye can see


Ev enjoying HIS Easter dinner...a plate of crackers. Sometimes, you just gotta keep the peace, you know :0)



Gratuitous insanely adorable Maisie pics






A picture that I find hilarious. My sister with a dog on her lap. Notice that she's not touching the dog--the dog just happened to jump on to her lap. Her expression clearly say "Ohhhh-kay, why is there a dog on my person?" Cracks me up!



Mom's flowers were in bloom





Easter Egg Hunt! The big kids hid 'em and the little kids found 'em




Big Kids conspiring



Little kid finding!! W's reactions are SO much fun to watch!!


Ev loudly expresses his opinion on the whole ridiculous concept of egg hunts...

...until being swung around in circles was included in the game. Then it was all really fun!



There are no pictures of the ENORMOUS plastic egg fight that took place after the hunt. The photographer was heavily involved in the action. But it was really something. This picture shows the colorful aftermath of the hard-fought battles. Be forewarned---it's a pretty graphic shot...

Hee-hee!


Uncle Roy, Diablo and a glass of wine...when these three things come together, all is right with the world



It has become a unique family tradition that Q will lose a tooth on a holiday. Easter was no exception!



Em and Ev taking a walk with Ev's giant white chocolate bunny in hand



Austin, doing what he loves to do


Maisie with Mam-maw and Pap-paw



Another wonderful Easter with the family. Memories created. I'm so thankful.

HE IS RISEN!

One More Christmas Story: Rodan

When I started thinking about writing down some of my fondest memories of Christmastime, I had no idea just how many wonderful Christmas memories I actually had. There was just SO much joy. The kind of joy that can only be experienced in the secure environment that a stable home life and loving parents can give to a small child. Do you know how grateful it makes me feel towards the parents who made each of those memories happen? I am overwhelmed and humbled.


As a kid, I was infatuated with dinosaurs. I absolutely loved them. I was one of those annoying kids who could rattle off the name/weight/height/primary diet/hunting technique of every major (and most minor) dinosaur species known to science. A natural (?) offshoot of that was a great love of all things Godzilla. I watched every "Godzilla vs. ______" movie that ever re-ran on a Saturday afternoon and (much to my eldest sister's mortification) could regale you with all the facts of Godzilla's creation, the monsters he's battled and every other completely useless factoid a child might fill their mind with.

I already owned the large Godzilla action figure with the flaming tongue and the shooting fist. We're talkin' 17 inches of pure monster force, here, folks. It was absolutely awesome and my most prized toy.

As an aside, I should make it known that we did not have the kind of parents who ran right out and bought us every new and exciting toy that our little hearts desired. It was a big deal to get a toy like that. My Godzilla was a direct result of my having been in the hospital for a hernia operation. I won't tell you how many times I said a little prayer of thanks that God gave me that hernia! (I was like 7yo, alright?)


Anyhoo, back to the story.

The only thing I needed to make my collection complete and my life fulfilled (again, I was like 7yo, OK?) was to own the great and glorious counterpart to Godzilla. The one and only...RODAN. That winged arch-nemesis of Godzilla, with a life-like moving beak and claws that could actually grasp GIJoe size guys and hold them as he flew!! In the Sears&Roebuck catalog, there was the most incredible picture of the Godzilla and Rodan action figures, locked in furious battle.

I HAD to have Rodan. Period.

So on my Christmas list to Santa that year, Rodan was first and foremost. And it was with great excitement that I anticipated/hoped/dreamed that Santa would come through.

The big Christmas Eve party was a huge blowout, as usual. Family and friends arrived and everyone ate and drank and laughed and enjoyed themselves. I remember being very hot all evening long. Hot and feeling a bit light-headed, but telling not a soul, just in case I might be suspected of getting sick. I would NOT be sick on the biggest night of the year! No matter how sick I was!!

Towards the end of the evening, Santa made his appearance and we all had our picture taken with him and Emily sat on his lap and cried. All par for the course. I remember feeling very weird and detached and just really HOT.

Before bed, I finally told Mom about how I was feeling (or perhaps she just guessed it, from my erratic behaviour and flushed cheeks; I don't remember for sure). She felt my head and realized I had a high fever. I was dosed with meds and fell fast asleep with delirious visions of Santa and Rodan floating through my head.

The next morning, Em awoke me with that once a year, earth-shattering statement "Hey. Wake up...it's Christmas!". I was torn between the incredible excitement and anticipation of Christmas morning and the horrible headache/stomachache/fever which threatened to keep me in bed. But the suspense was too much for me, so I drug my sick, fevered, half delirious body out of bed and rounded the corner to see...RODAN. There he was in all his glory. Giant wings spread, fierce beak parted. He was magnificent. Breathtaking. It was all my feverish little psyche could handle. As my sister's looked on, I joyfully exclaimed something unintelligible....and then barfed all over the carpet. Melissa, as the initial shock of seeing vomit on Christmas morn faded, quickly ran in to awaken the Cleaner of All Puke (Mom). I was shuffled back to the bedroom (babbling in a state of euphoric delirium the whole way), medicin'd up and tucked back into bed, all happy and delirious and dizzy and very ill.

Obviously, I got over the flu and lived to enjoy many more wonderful Christmases.

I still own my Godzilla and Rodan. And there is a part of me that would like to pack them away safely somewhere to "save" them. But what would the point of that be? That would relegate my beloved toys to just another couple of objects gathering dust in my attic. That's why they are currently in the basement of my parent's house and my nephews still play with them. And it gives me great joy to see them doing so. I occasionally have to replace the rubber bands in Rodan's claws or locate a missing peice of Godzilla. But each time I see them being enjoyed by those little guys, I get a happy flashback of what it was like to be a kid at Christmas. And it's priceless :0)

Christmas Traditions, Part Two

A few more fun things I remember about Christmas at our house. Please feel free to share your own Christmas memories!!


Christmas Socks
Every year on Christmas Eve, our "stocking" were hung by the fire with care. Mom would take three of Dad's old "stockings" ( long, black socks) and tack them to the mantle. Santa would then come that night and fill them with a handful of hard candy--you know, the striped kind you can only find during the holidays--one large orange and a few nuts. When we little ones awoke in the morning we would find our Christmas Socks hanging there, all long and lumpy and ready to be pillaged. The orange and nuts were quickly discarded in favor of the Christmas candy stuffed deep down in the toe. Due to the heat of the fire, the candy would have formed into a hard, sticky lump, all covered with sock lint. Naturally, we didn't dig in right away. There were so many non-fuzzy things to eat lying around from the previous night's party, there was no rush. By about December 27th, though, pickins were slim and that hard, fuzzy clump of stickiness was lookin' mighty tasty. You could chip it apart with a butter knife and, once you sucked off that first layer of lint, it really was pretty good.
I remember realizing, in later years that most people had actual Christmas "stockings", all cheerfully decorated and never having had anyone's foot actually inside of them, in which they received pre-wrapped candy and little toys. But by then, the tradition was formed and Christmas wouldn't have seemed quite right without those long, black socks over the fireplace and a big ole' lump of furry candy to chip away on. :0)

Christmas Morn
Me and Em shared a bedroom for many of our growing up years. Prior to Em's arrival, Melissa and I roomed together. So there were always two sister's in a room on Christmas morning. Whichever sister first opened their eyes on that happy morning, would turn to the one still sleeping and whisper loudly what were quite possibly the five most exciting words a kid can hear "Hey. Wake up....it's Christmas!". I can remember being awoken by those words and I can also remember being the one whispering them. Didn't matter who said it, the reaction was always the same. Giant smiles and bolting from beneath the covers to fly towards the Front Room. The tension was almost unbearable as you slowed down and rounded that last corner in a kind of silent awe. Santa always brought our gifts in an unwrapped state, so when you did round that corner it was a visual feast! Each of us flew to the spot where our gifts were set up and ooohed and aaahed and showed off our bounty to one another. Then we would go in and wake up Mom--this was usually at like 5:00am---to bring her in and show her what Santa had left for each of us.
Mom always insisted that Dad be allowed to sleep in for a while longer before we woke him up, too. The wrapped presents were not to be touched until Dad was up. This was tough. REALLY tough. It would take hours...many,many, many hours before we were allowed to timidly poke our head through the bedroom door and ask Dad to get up. OK, maybe it wasn't actually hours, but it may as well have been an eternity!! Dad would eventually join us, and the rest of the gifts would be opened in a cloud of wrapping paper and bows and all the happiness that giving and receiving brings.

Oyster Stew at Uncle Ralph's
Later in the day, as things settled down, PJ's were exchanged for dressier apparel and we all loaded up and headed over to Uncle Ralph's for some homemade oyster stew. The mixture of aromas when you walked in to that house was always a combination of cigar smoke, expensive perfume and delicious oyster stew. Smiling aunts and uncles and cousins were very happy to see us and plied us with sweets and treats of all sorts.
I'll always have etched in my mind the memory of a larger-than-life Uncle Ralph in his kitchen tending the giant pot of delicious smelling stew; big spoon in one hand, wine glass in the other and the ever-present cigar stub (with the ash always poised to fall,
but never actually dropping) grasped firmly between his lips.

Christmas Traditions, Part One

I'm just writing down a few things I remember about Christmas at our house when I was a kid. Just some little things that our family always did that helped make the season special. Bridget's post made me start thinking about it.
This is part one. I'll get to part two in a few days. And anyone who was a participant (or bystander) in these traditions is welcome to comment and remind me of details I may have forgotten. Or if you would like to share you own Christmas traditions, please feel free to comment.


Santa Face
Artistically etched in fake snow on the front window of the house, was the giant face of jolly old St. Nick. Mom's prowess with the canned snow was legendary in our neck of the woods. She could create a jolly Santa face, 10x larger than life OR add just a hint of faux frost to the corners of the window pane for that crisp, wintry feel.


The Christmas Bush

This is how we affectionately referred to our Christmas tree each year. Mom always insisted on a cedar tree which we cut down ourselves and laboriously trimmed and pruned to a size that would fit in to the living room. It was always decorated with an assortment of mismatched, well-beloved ornaments; lit with multi-colored bubble lights and draped with fake snow, plastic icicles and LOTS of tinsel (remember those filmy, silvery strands that would get spread all over the house by New Year's? Do they even make that kind of tinsel anymore?)

As we got older, my sister's and I protested gently against the self-cut, be-tinseled tree, feeling it was a bit unsophisticated. I mean look at the nice, neat trees some of our friend's had: all pre-lit and color coordinated and perfectly sculpted! But Mom persevered. Her logic on the issue was along these lines: A store bought tree? Who would spend money on such a thing! And what would Christmas BE without that cedar-tree smell in the house? And what's wrong with bubble lights, anyway? You girls!

How can you fight that kind of logic? ;0)
And nowadays, I look back and realize I wouldn't trade my memories of our Christmas bushes for all the color coordinated, perfectly trimmed trees in the world.

The Christmas Eve Party


This was just SO exciting. It would take place in the basement and we kids were allowed to help decorate. Mom had quite the stash of shiny, turquoise garland (it matched the carpet down there, OK?) and we tacked it to the walls and ceiling and wrapped it around light fixtures and any where else there might be a nook or cranny where it would fit. Fun, fun, fun!!!

The house would be filled with aunts and uncles and cousins and friends and classic Christmas tunes from Dad's state of the art stereo system (big as a full-size couch and had a 3-speed turntable. Yep.)

The two highlights of every Christmas Eve party were the arrival of Santa and being allowed to open one precious, precious gift from under the tree.

Santa's arrival was always awaited with longing and hope and a little tinge of fear, too. Every adult there had to remind you of Santa's impending arrival at least once when you spoke to them. "Have you been good? Santa's coming to the party later, you know!" Yeh. Liiiiiitle tinge of fear. I never doubted that I had made Santa's "Good" list----until it was time to meet him face to face. But when he did arrive he was always jolly and kind and boisterous and you didn't want him to leave. But he had a busy night ahead, so he needed to get going. And I never DID get to see the reindeer. But some (slightly tipsy) relative or other would always assure me that THEY had seen them, in all their glory, Rudolph in the lead, parked with the sleigh on the roof or the hillside. In fact, I remember Dad coming in one Christmas morn (stone cold sober, mind you) saying that there were inexplicable deer tracks all OVER the hillside by the house. And so the legend lived on. :0)

When all of the guests had parted, we would be allowed the incredibly exciting privilege of opening one of our gifts. This made the early, anxious desire for the guests to arrive gradually change into a secret longing for the party to be over. Then it was time to choose the gift. Oh, the pressure, the anxiety of choosing which gift to open! Feverishly but oh-so-respectfully was the gift pile picked through (NO furious digging or you had to wait until morning!!)to find each precious item with my name on it. Absolutely exquisite, suspenseful joy! The gift was unwrapped and all the happiness that only a kid at Christmastime can feel was experienced. There really IS nothing like being a kid on Christmas.

Thanksgiving 2008

I arrived at the farm a day early to help with the preparations and try to squeeze in a little hunting.

I was there to fetch and carry and clean, but Mom and Dad really have the holiday feast making down to a science. Mom has her handy-dandy list of what will be made and when it will be made and crosses off each dish as it comes to the final stages of preparation. It's like clockwork, man.

And I learned some things. Did you know that pea salad should not be put together until the day it is to be served? Well, it's true. If you prepare it too early, it will form an unappetizing puddle on top. And I was astounded by the amount of tasty bread stuffing that can be crammed into the body cavity of a 22lb bird. I've never seen the likes of it. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, my folks are absolute master turkey-stuffers.

The meal was perfect. Tender foul, perfectly seasoned stuffing, rich gravy, green bean casserole with those little crunchy onions on top, candied sweet potatoes, tart/sweet homemade cranberry relish, fluffy mashed potatoes. And did I mention the whole buffet table piled high with fresh baked desserts?

Twenty-five guests, friends and family all, descended upon the household around 2pm and by 4pm they were gone again, other than the immediate family. All full and happy and content.

It was a great day. There was just so much to be thankful for. Family and food and the freedom to enjoy it all together.

I was able to get in to the woods twice, but didn't see a thing. And while I would love to have some fresh venison to put in the freezer, it was wonderful just to have the opportunity to sit quietly in the woods for a few hours. It is a very good thing to quietly blend into the woods and just watch nature exist around you for a while.

Here are a few pictures from the holiday. I'll be adding more later: