The Wonder of It All

When you look through the eyes of a child at Christmastime, you begin to see the magic all over again, the wonderment, the excitement.
As an adult you have sorted the mystery of Santa, and reindeer, and such.
A child is still sorting through all of that.
So what meaning does it hold for us now?
A winter holiday?
A festive time of year?
A decorating frenzy?
For me it holds a time of remembering, a time of reflecting on Christmas's past.
This year holds the memory.
A Thumbelina Doll.
My first motherhood experience.
For the life of me, I was completely bewildered.
I being such a young girl, being given such a floppy big baby girl.
She came complete with her thumb in her mouth and a bottle that when you put it there, the magic fluid disappeared, then refilled itself as you held it upright.
My mom explained that I was to play with this????
I could not understand that.
How did you play with that?
What did you play?
My baby sister got the same doll, different colored hair, she took to it like a duck to water.
Talking to it, wrapping it in a blanket, singing to it.
Feeding it the magic formula.
Mine lay around and stared into space blankly.
I was 11 years old, and baby sis was 4.
I conveniently lost mind in the woods, and my baby sis, may still have hers tucked away in some storage container somewhere.
I confided in my dad, that it the doll scared me, and worried me that my sister thought it was going to come to life by that magic formular.
My dad laughed for years over this.
He said I told your mom to get you a pocket knife.
: )

Fresh Fallen Snow

Last night for the first time in quite a long time,I actually got a really good restful sleep. I felt so refreshed this morning, and to wake to steaming coffee made by my hubby, and an announcement that we had snow, it was a wonderful way to greet the day.
Our last few week-ends have been given over to a mission run, and between times have been in trying to stabilize the things at home.
It has been for the last couple of months an emotional roller coaster with things.
Now, it seems to be settled down, and all is calm for the moment.
I so appreciate these calm times, a chance to rest, and reflect.
I began writing about our family history at Roanoke Island, and of course the more I wrote, the more I investigated the history of the Island. Aside from the first English colony there, there is the history of the role the Island played in the civil War.
Save all that for another time.
That involves the story of things found in the attic there.
Trying to record moments in time are often difficult as to mis-information, and I certainly had plenty of that.
Due of course to my remembrances of names and places, and guess what?
Most of them were incorrect. So I have had to go back and recapture this with the help of some wonderful folks still remaining there on the Island.
I might add that two ladies of which I have correspondence with have been absolutely wonderful in helping me put the correct names together.
I knew most of them by their nick-names, which I did have those right.
I am enjoying this writing project, looking back almost 50 years ago is to say the least very interesting, at least to me.
Well, I am off to catch up some over due laundry, and enjoy more coffee, and snow.
: )