22 December 2009

A Roomful of Good

Every Christmas season, my parents host a wonderful dinner
for their children and spouses. It has become our favorite
family party of the year. We rotate the giving of gifts
to each other, with each of us gifting mom and dad as well.
The evening truly is a labor of love, from the careful meal
preparation to the hand-made gifts our parents always present us
with. Over the years we have received intricate and gorgeous cross
stitched works from my mother, afghans, genealogy compilations,
stained glass windows from my dad, and numerous different
pieces of glass work. Their gifts are always personal,
made and given with great love.

Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely
for---I don't know exactly, but it's something that you don't mind
so much not having at other times.
~Kate L. Bisher~

Every now and then,
When the world sits just right,
A gentle breath of heaven
Fills my soul with delight.
~A Breath of Heaven~

Currently, I am reading Jayber Crow, by Wendell Berry.
It relates the life story of a young man who was orphaned
as a child when both of his parents died in a terrible
flood. He is taken in by his Aunt and Uncle who both pass
away by the time Jayber is 12. He is sent away to a church
orphanage where he remains until he turns 18. He never
forgets the home of his childhood...Squires Landing,
in Port William. He seems inexplicably drawn back to the place of
his childhood, once he is too old to stay at the orphanage any longer.
Following is a passage from the book...some of Jayber's thoughts:

I don't remember when I did not know Port William, the
town and the neighborhood. My relation to that place,
my being in it and my absences from it, is the story of my
life...I don't remember exactly when, but I started copying
out passages [from books] that I liked into a tablet. And then
I started making what I thought were improvements on the
things I copied. Also I kept a list of words I especially liked:
independent, I remember, was one, and then self-reliant
and free and outside. There got to be a good many.
After I quit waking up afraid [those first weeks at the
orphanage], feeling that I might be nowhere, I began getting
used to the place. I began to take for granted that I was somewhere,
and somewhere that I knew, but I never quite felt that I was
somewhere I wanted to be. Where I wanted to be, always,
day in and day out, year in and year out, was Squires Landing
and all that fall of country between Port William up on the ridge and
the river between Sand Ripple and Willow Run. When I heard or read
the word home, that patch of country was what I thought of.
HOME was one of the words I wrote in my tablet.

Nothing's as mean as giving a little
child something useful for Christmas.
~Kin Hubbard~

All because two people fell in love.
Creed and Dad
Are we not like two volumes of one book?
~Marceline Valmore~
Them's some strong genes!

Oh, the comfort--the inexpressable comfort of feeling safe
with a person--having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure
words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff
and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and
sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the
breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life~

Steve and Bev
Rick and Deb
New jackets!
...and a new hat for mom. She can't have too many!
Matt and Molly

Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn
of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.
~Sam Levenson~

This was so funny to me! I guess awhile back Rick and Matt
were working together to dissemble a bed. Rick did not have
many (or any?) tools. So, Matt's gift to Rick was a never ending
supply of tools. One large tool box and four or five separate
accompanying sets. The guys really got into this gift giving!

Just like Christmas morning!

Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same
first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment
in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.
~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park~

Rick's gift to Kris and I...an original...
painted by him! He titled it, Garden of Sun.
I absolutely LOVE it. The only problem I have is that
I want to hang it in my kitchen, my bedroom, and
my family room. That's not going to work!

The inscription on the back, written by Rick, reads:

Bloodlines Run Deep,
Rooted in Memory and
Entwined in Generation
Built Foundations,
Where God Blessed
Heritage Arcs
Seamlessly to Anchor
Us Firm,
Where Bloodlines
Run Deep.

A few of the vases and stands my father made for us.
Marie's vase.

Next, we head out to dad's shed where his creations come to life.
The boys are drawing numbers which will determine the order
of who gets to choose their gift first, second, third, etc.

Dad made several bowls and other "objects d'art"
with BYU inscribed within. Matt picks
first...Kris picks fifth!

Sibling relationships--and 80 percent of Americans have at least
one--outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface
after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish
in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth,
loyalty and distrust.
~Erica Goode, The Secret World of Siblings

In addition to our vases, dad let the girls each pick out
one glass medallion necklace, made by him!

But it is a cold, lifeless business when you go to the shops to buy
something which does not represent your life and talent,
but a goldsmith's.

And, thank you for a house full of people I love.
~Ward Elliot Hour~

14 December 2009

I Found Warmth

There has been only one Christmas---
The rest are anniversaries.
~W.J. Cameron~
A little Christmas shopping...
mittens for Anne Marie.
Purple, of course!
A daughter is a day brightener
and a heart warmer.

Oh! Lovely voices of the sky
Which hymned the Savior's birth,
Are ye not singing still on high,
Ye that sang, "Peace on Earth?"
~Felicia Hemans~

Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas Concert
Special Guests: Natalie Cole and David McCullough

Other Sightings:
Donny Osmond, at the airport.
Melissa and Hayley Rowan, at the airport.
Michelle Christensen and new husband, at the Mall.
Karen Hyer, at the Mall.
Devon and Lauren Stiles, at PF Changs
It was too funny! We just kept running
into people.

A friend knows
the song in my heart
and sings it to me
when my memory fails.
~Donna Roberts~

Thank you, Dale, for doing this for me
literally and figuratively so many
times through the years.

Marie, Anne Marie and Karin...
"Baby! It's cold outside!"
Actually, they are cousins.
Not sisters!
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree...
...Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
~Robert Frost~
Self Explanatory. Even when it's
4 degrees outside. Gotta have it!
Children are the living messages we
send to a time we will not see.
~John W. Whitehead,
The Stealing of America~

08 December 2009

Still Thankful in December...

I've seen many "Christmas in July" stores
and such...so, why not Thanksgiving
in December?
Saint George, Utah
Becca, Anne Marie, Call, and Karen
David rides the circus bike.
David will head to Argentina in
January to serve a mission.
A little soccer in the parking lot.
"The teams."
Kris and Kevin with their cousins,
Jerry and Lee Allen.
We've heard many stories about these guys
working on the farm during the summers
together when they were kids.
The first to blow a bubble, wins! Go Chandler!
Go, Ty!
Good to see you, bro!
Call out one of the Hyer sibling names
and see their family scramble for a seat.
Mary, with Rebecca and Mayce

Grace isn't a little prayer you
chant before receiving a meal.
It's a way to live.
~Jacqueline Wingpear~

Chase and Natasha, Davis and Becca,
Mayce and Ethan, Karen and Chandler

Uncle Kris throws a pass to Ty.

Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare.
They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times
take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.
~Erma Bombeck~

Henderson and Las Vegas, Nevada
Kevin and Catherine are great hosts to us.

I can no other answer make, but
thanks, and thanks.

Anne Marie and I.
A lively round or two or three or
four or five or six
of cards...
Was anything settled?
Dinner at Aunt Mary and Uncle Ric's home.
Chandler "watching" football.
...more football
Lunch at Nordstrom's Cafe. The person who paid the
tab (Grandma Hyer) is behind my head. :) :)
Annalise and little Alina before the
Basketball game against Louisville.

Honestly, I've never heard fans like UNLV fans. Ever.

Yes. Still thankful in December.