There is a celebration of great magnitude coming this year.
A Grand Old Lady
has picked herself up, brushed herself off, put her best face on
and is getting ready to party
and, no, it isn't me!
It is our sweet little Cottage.
It is almost impossible to think back to how it must have been
all those Christmases ago.
To my knowledge there is little known about how things were
but just knowing this little house after living here so long,
I can almost see it for real.
Here the Garland family lived and played.
The father, a hard working miner,
the mother, the keeper of the home,
two daughters who grew up
to become a nurse and a teacher,
and a son who became a banker.
They tended a beautiful garden that was
the talk of the neighborhood,
and from the broken shards of china
buried in that garden,
it would appear that Mrs. Garland
set a very pretty table.
Obviously, love and good manners
were plentiful.
I can almost hear
the creaking of the old rocking chairs
as the two of them,
dressed in their Sunday best,
greeted neighbors as they passed by
on a weekend stroll.
As I am decorating for this
156th Christmas celebration,
After having lived within these walls
for 34 of those years,
we have had some
enlightening conversations.
There are two
large holly trees
in the garden
that were planted by Mr. Garland.
I would imagine that Mrs. Garland
gathered many armloads of branches
for their Christmas celebrations
over the years,
as I have continued to do for ours.
full of good feelings.
We were aware of that,
even before we owned her.
Throughout some of those long years,
she had not been
thoughtfully taken care of
but she still stood strong.
We knew that she could be loved into
something special once again.
It is an amazing experience
to be able to live surrounded by history.
Memories are everywhere
and are wonderful to have.
Christmas memories
are from another place and time
but we feel so grateful and fortunate
that this Grand Old Lady
"He said, you become.
It takes a long time.
That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily,
or have sharp edges, or have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real,
most of your hair has been loved off,
and your eyes drop out
and you get loose in the joints
and very shabby.
But these things don't matter at all,
because once you are Real
you can't be ugly,
except to people who don't understand."
The Velveteen Rabbit
Margery Williams Bianco
1922
And, isn't that the way it often is?
Christmas: Coming Soon.
...xxoJudy...
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