|Posted by dawngriffis on December 10, 2016 at 8:30 AM|
A Very Merry Christmas, and a Happy, Healthy and Safe New Year to you all; to those who celebrate differently, good wishes to you and yours.
We have snow, not a lot, but I expect it is just a taste of what is to come. Our freezer and larder is well stocked so thankfully we won’t have to go out when it is bad- one of the few benefits of aging.
I am giving mostly gift baskets this year, with mainly treats I have cooked including the things I know they like, mincepies and Norwegian sandcakes being high on the list. I will make a total of 20 dozen sandcakes and 12 dozen mincepies, this way there will still be some for Mike and me!
Our friend Beverley Coleman has written a few poems for this time of the year, and I will put photos with them. To go with the one she wrote is about a Christmas tree a friend Susan (Judd) Anderson, from Croughton in Banburyshire, she now lives in a small town in the Utah mountains, does a lot of decorations. So to go with Beverley’s poem it will be connected from across the ocean and many miles across the land, her decorated tree. Additionally several of the American pictures will be more of Sue’s beautiful decorations. Therefore this month will be a very England American combination, I hope you like it.
The last poem will be one my grandfather George Parrish wrote back in the 1920s, it is beautiful but sad. It was inspired when he saw a tramp walk through the village on Christmas Eve; the rest is just his imagination.
Home Wishes from Abroad
By Beverley Coleman
Written from a request by
Dawn Griffis, for all the absent friends
I wish I could go home again
And catch up with my friends
I wish that you could feel the love
The love that never ends
My love is dear old Banbury town
I left it years ago
The memories won't go away
As it's still my home you know
And as Christmas is approaching
I'm reaching out to you
To feel the love I'm sending
Though you know it's nothing new
I've once again wrapped presents
I've dec's upon the tree
But I wish it was in Banbury
Cos that's where I'd like to be
So all my many friends out there
And some relations too
From me it's Merry Christmas
Just pretend I'm there with you
St Michaels Church Aynho by Dorothy Gibbs
English robin by David Hartley
Off of the internet showing robin -telephone kiosk & letterr box all things I love from home
This poem of Bev’s reminded me so much of my childhood. We only had heat in the house in the kitchen come living room, where the open fire and grate was where all the cooking was done.The rest of the house was very cold; there was no indoor plumbing so no pipes to freeze. In the winter we would undress, and get into our night clothes in front of the fire, take our hot water bottles to bed with us to warm the bed, and put our clothes for the next day right close to our bed. In the morning before getting dressed we’d pull our clothes in bed with us to warm them up, and then get dressed under the covers; that takes real skill, but well worth learning!
I see we've had a visitor
He came in dead of night
As I looked out the window
I see that all is white.
Jack Frost has paid a visit
Trying to destroy
Anything left blooming
Well I suppose he had a try.
But some blooms they are hardened
And made to take the cold
But me it makes me shiver
But then I'm getting old.
Thank god for central heating
Is what I always say
Remember how it used to be
Remember back in the day.
Getting dressed while still in bed
Your breath showing in the air
Windows iced up, can't see out
Is anybody there.
So on this early morning
If you do have to go out
Just please beware it’s slippery
Where Jack Frosts been no doubt.
frost on a window from off of the internet.
The tree in all its splendour
The tinsel and the bows
The ornaments you've gathered
Lights in the darkness glows.
The candles on the mantelpiece
A jingle of a bell
A carol playing merrily
To show that all is well.
Wrapping paper everywhere
Sticky tape as well
Let's drink a toast to happiness
And a new year that is swell.
The mince pies and the mulled wine
Holly on display
Children all excited
Waiting for the day.
The stuffing of the turkey
Pigs in Blankets too
Roasties, Carrots, Brussel Sprouts.
My God I need a brew.
Too much excitement for one day
It's all still in my mind
I'll do the rest tomorrow
If the energy I find.
Christmas tree by Susan (Judd) Anderson.
Poems by Beverley Coleman
Santa is a big fat man
He wears a big red coat
He flies across the ocean
Because he hasn't got a boat.
He has a friendly Reindeer
In fact he's one or two
To pull the sleigh he comes on
To visit me and you.
He starts his journey early
You will find him in the store
Go visit him and tell him what you want
Because he isn't always sure.
He gathers information
So on this certain day
He leaves for you that certain gift
And then he flies away.
He's a very very clever man
Is dear old Santa Claus
He's seems to bring most things you want
And he seems to walk through doors.
He also climbs down chimneys
Leaving Rudolf on the roof
It's magic..... please believe me
Cos I haven't any proof.
So if you catch a glimpse of him
Just wave and softly say
Keep safe while on your travels
Come visit on the day.
Santa from the internet
After Santa I the morning
Imagine all the kiddies
Waking up on Christmas Day
To see what dear old Santa's brought
For each of them to play.
A Dolly that says Mama
Or a soft toy that was black
An Apple and a Tangerine
At the bottom of their sack.
How about some Tiddlywinks
A game of Ludo too
A jigsaw or a penny flute
That they could play to you.
Snakes and Ladders, Pack of Cards
To have a game of Snap
But give these to the kids today
They'd think ...a load of crap.
Once I had some roller skates
That you adjusted to your feet
And a pair of fluffy slippers
That I thought looked pretty neat.
But the thing that I had every year
And still love to this day
Is a box of Liquorice Allsorts
Delivered on Santa's Sleigh.
both photos above by Susan (Judd) Anderson
By George E. Parrish
Christmas Night on a dark highway
A figure old, bent and gray
He was a social outcast
Stumbling along on the dark highway
And from the hill he heard the bells
Ring out so clear and bright
Telling the world a Christ was born
For it was Christmas Night
And he heard the childish trebles
In a street nearby
Singing that sweet old carol
“Glory Be to God on High”
He saw the cottage windows
With their tinsel coloured lights
And heard the laughter from within
And the shouts of childish glee
As they received their presents
From off the Christmas tree
The outcast stopped his thought
Went back to the time when he
Was like those children in their homes
And from all airs and care was free
And he thought of his dear old mother
Who had nursed him on her knee
And had taught him how to pray
And now he was a social outcast
Alone on the dark highway
He saw the village mansion
With lights on all aglow
And saw the merry couples
Dancing to and fro
They were a happy throng
And with a sigh of “Oh My God”
The outcast turned his head
And stumbled on
He passed the other cottages
Their lights they shone so bright
And on again to the dark highway
And the blackness of the night
And in the morn they found the outcast
Cold and still was he
His heart had ceased to beat
His soul was free
A smile was on his cold gray face
His hands clasped o’er his breast
For he had heard that soft voice
Calling “Come my son and outcast
Come with me and rest”
And it was Christmas Night.
a tramp photo from internet the next one shows how they used to dress
the following are family photos
Jane our eldest
Penny our youngest
3 grear grand children and 2 step great grand children