Wednesday, December 16, 2020

7th Night, Open House

 It's the 7th Night of  Hanukkah, welcome once again.

The Menorah looks beautiful and I can't wait until tomorrow when it is all full, ablaze!

One more candle to go...


Light One Candle

Peter, Paul and Mary - 25th Anniversary

(This one is most surely for Michelle. I can almost hear her comment now. I really miss her)


Light one candle for the Maccabee children
With thanks that their light didn't die
Light one candle for the pain they endured
When their right to exist was denied
Light one candle for the terrible sacrifice
Justice and freedom demand
But light one candle for the wisdom to know
When the peacemaker's time is at hand
Don't let the light go out!
It's lasted for so many years!
Don't let the light go out!
Let it shine through our hope and our tears. (2)
Light one candle for the strength that we need
To never become our own foe
And light one candle for those who are suffering
Pain we learned so long ago
Light one candle for all we believe in
That anger not tear us apart
And light one candle to find us together
With peace as the song in our hearts
Don't let the light go out!
It's lasted for so many years!
Don't let the light go out!
Let it shine through our hope and our tears. (2)
What is the memory that's valued so highly
That we keep it alive in that flame?
What's the commitment to those who have died
That we cry out they've not died in vain?
We have come this far always believing
That justice would somehow prevail
This is the burden, this is the promise
This is why we will not fail!
Don't let the light go out!
Don't let the light go out!
Don't let the light go out!

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Peter Yarrow
Light One Candle lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

 


This is the tree skirt I made, early on, probably 1980.

I bought the fabric yards, but then didn't quite know how to make that long rectangle become a circle! I had not grown up with much sewing experience for myself, just the typical mandated sewing class in 7th grade and another short term private course. My mama was not a maker and as soon as she married my daddy, well, we just sent everything 'downtown' to his factory, where he'd have one of 'his girls' fix whatever needed fixing. So, here I was, 8 hours from home, new baby...and clueless! My solution was to sew pre-made bias tape around the edge and call it done! Through the rest of my marriage, my children's childhoods...all the way until I was no longer getting a tree...this is what I used. I would lay it around the tree and then scrunch and arrange it, print side up. The wrapped gifts covered any imperfections and it looked festive and like a part of our tradition. Years later, when I was using community pages on FB, selling and such, when I heard from a woman who wanted to buy ornaments very cheap. In a nutshell, she had gotten out of a bad relationship, leaving her and her son with not a lot and nothing to make their Christmas bright. I sent her a PM and let her know I had some lights and some ornaments...and this tree skirt.

She was very grateful. So was I. 

 This little guy was bought at a craft fair somewhere along the line when my children were very young. It's small, maybe 3 inches, a little beanbag. Every year as we decorated the tree, they would fight over who got to hang "the frog", as they both loved it so. When they were both grown, out of the house, I kept the frog as one of a handful of favorites. I just could see a fair way to let one of them have it back then. Eventually, after checking with my son, I gave it to my daughter & her young son. Here we are even more years later, my son now has a little one and who knows where "the frog" is?! But it was sure loved for a long time!


May you keep the flame bright

May you give freely

May you love

xo

Photographs by NAE ©2020

5 comments:

Marti said...

Light comes in so many ways, from the glow of candles, from the joy reflected in a child's eyes, from the giving from our hearts. Your Christmas tree skirt is such a gift, made from your hands, given to another to share the joy of the season.

Giving and love: when our girls were 6, they liked to ask a lot of questions of R and myself, about our childhood Christmas. I wasn't sure how much to reveal about their Dad's since it was sad, growing up in an orphanage but we did the best we could to explain. They asked R if he had gotten gifts and he had told them that he had gotten necessary things and left it at that. Our girls got quiet and their eyes were sad. A few hours later they came to me with an idea.

It was our tradition that my girls and I spend a week in the summer with my parents. My Mom loved teaching them to sew basic stitches and do a bit of embroidery...things that I simply had not liked doing when I was a kid.My Mom was so happy that her granddaughters so enjoyed rummaging around her button jars, her thread box and her cloth scraps. At the end of our visit, the girls came home each with a little bag of buttons, threads and cloth scraps. Their idea was to make their Dad puppets for Christmas so he could have toys.

Erika made him a butterfly puppet, simply shaped out of a lovely piece of flower patterned cloth, with an opening for his hand to move the wings, yarn strands for antenna and some glossy glued on buttons for decoration.

Shelley made a little man doll, not a puppet, she stuffed it with cotton balls. At time, R had a mustache and he wore those Beatles type boots that were fashionable in the 70's! She used several strands of brown yarn for his mustache and his feet had on little black shaped boots, one leg much fatter than the other. The "toys" were wrapped by the girls and cards were made to go with the gifts. I will forever hold in my heart the look on R's face when he opened these most loving, precious gifts...

44 years later, tucked away in our family memento box, R has his toys and some years, they are put under our Christmas tree and on the years, as this year, when we don't have a tree but a Winter Solstice wreath, the story is told of his special toys.

Liz A said...

I love Peter, Paul and Mary ...

and your tale of early making ... how much we have learned over the years!

Nancy said...

Marti~ Oh, this is one of your best stories ever! What kind and thoughtful daughters you two raised. Sharing them here certainly warms my heart.

Liz~ Yeah, me too. I've learned some, yes...but I don't know if I'd tackle a round tree skirt! lol

Hazel said...

P, P & M were enjoyed very much on a PBS special the other night. Loved your tree skirt story & wonder who it's holding memories for now? We have a blue blanket wrapped around the bottom of ours.

Nancy said...

Hazel~ Such a wonderful trio! Yes, I wonder too, we talked through FB PM a long time after that holiday season and she was on much better footing. I was so glad to hear. I love the idea of a blanket, especially one that isn't red or green!