Thursday, December 26, 2013

#590: Nantucket Christmas

First, the Christmas Stroll.
I have no pictures of the Christmas Stroll,
I never go.
I do have a friend who hunts tho',
he can't resist driving up Main Street
with a deer carcass in the back of his pickup.
A mild protest of a native who like the island quiet.

Then the craft shows:
I joined the Sip and Shop at Pumpkin Pond Farm

It was their first year, I sold a stool!

There were about 20 artisans.
I was next to Isobel and Cleo, Charlotte and Molly
shown here demonstrating ways to wear a cowl.

Santa John Luttman, at the Bean.
That's his real beard.

The Christmas Pageant, this year at the Dreamland Theater.
The Dutras played the Holy Family.
The 8 years I taught childbirth classes, it was always my students
who supplied the Baby Jesus.

The Christmas Eve Red Ticket Drawing.
A Chamber of Commerce Tradition.
All about commerce. Ick.
Except that oftentimes the winners donate 
their winnings to charity. Yay.

The Nativity our kids made from Fimo clay.

In our house it's Christmas Eve service,
Birthday cake for Jesus,
off to bed and don't wake up till nine.
No more crack of dawn Christmas as our kids
are older. We miss it.
But we still worship the newborn king,
 God with us.
The hugest paradigm shift in history.

Our Baby Jesus smiles.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

#589: John D Higgins

Yesterday my brother John died in his sleep.
He was only 50.
Here he is with his cheeky grin with my baby sister, Keller.
No matter what life threw at John, he always kept his sense of humor.

Here he is with mom-Katy-Tom-Meg-Chris-(John' s space)-Keller.
He's the one in the yellow t-shirt.
This is the kind of guy he was:
When he worked at Home Depot, an elderly woman 
came in for some lumber.When he asked her what it was for 
she explained she was going to build a raised bed garden for the
special needs adults she cared for.
John dropped off the lumber, then built the beds.

 He had the courage to testify against Michael Skakel,
a fellow student at Elan, and see him put in jail for murder.
He believed that to be the best thing he ever did.
He loved to help folk.
He would say, "Giving of myself to others is the most
selfish thing to do."
He was a fierce friend, a great cook, a dependable rock in trying times.
He will be sorely missed.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

#588: Pilgrim's Progress Puppets

Ahhh, Pilgrim.
John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress continues to inspire.
Have you read it?
It is an allegory, the story of a man's journey
from the City of Destruction to the Celestial City.
The Summer Street Church middle-schoolers
are performing the story with puppets:
Pilgrim: Hello, Friend! Wake up! shaking him
What happened to you? Are you all right?

Sloth: yawning and stretching
Yes, yes. I'm fine. Just fine.
Sloth is my name.
I'm on my way to the Celestial City.

Pilgrim: Indeed you are not!
I find you sleeping on the road.

I know, hmmm. So tired. Maybe tomorrow...

Tomorrow may be too late! Come with me, friend Sloth,
perhaps we can keep each other alert along the way.

Sloth: head drooping down, waving arm dismissively
You go ahead, I'll be along eventually.
Such a long road, rest first. Ho-hum, so sleepy...

Pilgrim: Oh truly it is said: "Let us not be like the others, who are asleep,
but let us be alert and self-controlled."
But I must hurry to the Celestial City.

Just one little nap...big yawn and slumps over

Pilgrim: NO! Onward, the City awaits!

Us, too!
As Pilgrim reminds us:
the City awaits!

Friday, December 6, 2013

#587: Christmas Wreaths

Every year I get out our grapevine wreath
and tuck some greens into it.
All set.

Wreath makers for the NHA fundraiser are better
at expressing the Creator's touch:
Wool sheep and a ram.

Robin Rowland's toenail shell wreath.
It lights from within.

Lauri Robertson's beach wreath.

You knew this was Jeanne van Etten's,
didn't you?

From the Second Shop,
recycling at its best.

My favorite.
I'm sorry I didn't get the name of the sewist but wow.
This is gorgeous.

Click on this to see it bigger.
It's made of sand dollars.
Not technically a wreath,
but there is one on the little door.

Ritch Leone's wreath. Brilliant.

Another recycled masterpiece.
That's co-axial cable around the edge.
And a working clock in the middle.

Recycled Dreamland tickets from the old days,
I can tell they're old because of the price: $2.50 
Nicely done, Lady Catherine.
Who says roundness and greenery define
a wreath? 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

586: 30 Days of Thanks: Days 28, 29 and 30!


 Day 28: Thanksgiving itself.
How cool to have a holiday where the whole nation gives thanks.
Our turkey, traded for some lobsters with a local farmer,
weighed 44 pounds.
Which means all the side dishes had to be cooked the day before,
then reheated after the turkey was done.
There was barely room to broil the bacon-wrapped scallops.

Our table, with actual matching dishes.
I don't know why this pleases me so much but it does.

Friends and family,
for whom I am thankful every day.
Fantastic feastings with enough left over
to have company again and again.

Day 29: Whimsical original paint on the interior walls
at Summer Street Church.
I like to think whoever painted this was thrilled to serve
God with their art.
It's being appreciated again after a hundred years.


Day 30: Hedgehog mushrooms.
We bought these at Moors End Farm,
they have a mushroom guy who grows lots of different kinds.
I call these Tribble 'Shrooms,
they look just like tribbles and make me happy.

Thirty days of thanks is just the beginning:
bright shining as the sun,
we've no less days, 
to sing God's praise,
than when we've first begun.

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