The Legend of the Nativity Tray

“After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of ‘truth’, and indeed present aspects of it that can only be received in this mode; and long ago certain truths and modes of this kind were discovered and must always reappear.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Good morning, dear friends.  Remember when I said we would blink and it would be Christmas?  Well… that being said, I have something to share this morning.  A lovely legend which can become a special Christmas Eve Tradition, the preparation of a Nativity Tray.  A wonderful tradition for children of all ages.  

Many years ago, I read about this Christmas Eve tradition in the book, Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach.  I thought it was a lovely thing to do, and therefore, made it part of our Christmas.  This tradition is about the real meaning of Christmas ~ love and goodwill to all.  The gift of Christmas.

 “The only gift is a portion of thyself.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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If you have the book, Simple Abundance you can read all about the Nativity Tray, an English medieval custom, in the December 24 entry.  However, if you do not, here is an excerpt from the book which explains the legend.

“Legend has it that on the night of the nativity, whosoever ventures out into great snows bearing a succulent bone for a lost and lamenting hound, a wisp of hay for a shivering horse, a warm cloak for a stranded wayfarer, a garland of bright berries for one who has worn chains, a dish of crumbs for all huddled birds who thought their song was dead, and sweetmeats for little children who peer from lonely windows–whosoever prepares this simple abundant tray, ‘shall be proffered and returned gifts of such an astonishment as will rival the hues of the peacock and the harmonies of heaven’.” 

Should you be interested in preparing a tray, our tray usually consists of;  dried cat and dog food, sunflowers, bread, peanuts in the shell, cranberries, oranges, apples, and whatever else may be on hand.  We have also hung coats, scarves, and hats on our gate, with a note, “Please take these if you are in need of warmth on this Christmas Eve.” Your heart will be especially warmed on Christmas morning to see your offerings were appreciated and most or all are gone.  

I hope you have enjoyed your visit this morning. I have one more legend to share with you before Christmas and it is about Christmas in the Mountains.  Hopefully, coming to you by weeks end.  These days are passing all too quickly, do enjoy the beauty of this glorious season while it is with us.

And, Always BELIEVE

In The Magic of Christmas!

 

Joyeux Noel,

Sandra

 

 

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Sunday Thoughts ~ The Legend of The Christmas Rose

“But in this season it is well to reassert that the hope of mankind rests in faith.  As man thinketh, so he is.  Nothing much happens unless you believe in it, and believing there is hope for the world is a way to move toward it.” ~ Gladys Taber

Good Sunday morning, dear friends.  I have something, I consider beautiful, to share this morning.  The Legend of the Christmas Rose, a heart moving legend of love. Should you not be familiar with the legend, I hope you will enjoy it as I do.  And, if you are familiar with it, well ~ I hope you will enjoy it once again.

Image may contain: plant, flower, nature and outdoor The beautiful Hellebores niger, blooming in the snow.

The Christmas rose (Hellebores niger) is actually a perennial herb.  This beauty, with dark green waxy leaves, grows in the cold, snowy mountains and high valleys of Europe, and in zones 3-8 in the United States and Canada. The flowers are white, star-shaped, but can have pink speckles, a tinge of pink, or tipped with pink.  Because it blooms in mid-winter season, it may also be known as the Snow Rose or Winter Rose.  However, by whatever name it may be known, the Hellebores is the true Christmas flower.  And, attached to this lovely flower is a most beautiful legend.

“Sometimes the hardest things to believe are the only things worth believing at all.” ~ E.J. Patten

The Legend of the Christmas Rose is a story of a shepherd girl, named Madelon.   The shepherds, while watching their flocks, were visited by an Angel who was leading the Magi to the birthplace of Jesus. The Angel told them of the birth of Jesus who would come to be known as the Prince of Peace, the King of Kings and the Saviour of their people. Full of hope and joy, the shepherds left their flocks to visit the newborn king.  Taking with them small gifts they could afford.

Also, out on the hillsides, on this cold winter night was a young shepherd girl, Madelon.  She was tending her family’s flock, had witnessed the arrival of the Angel and heard what the Angel told the shepherds.  Madelon’s heart filled with joy, love, and devotion.   Filled with faith, she followed at a distance the Angel, Magi, and shepherds to the stable where Jesus lay in the manger.

Madelon watched as they entered the stable and the Magi laid their gifts of gold, myrrh, and frankincense before the baby Jesus. She watched as the shepherds gave their gifts of honey, fruit and snow-white doves. Realizing she had nothing to give she rushed back to the hillside to try and find flowers that she could lay before him.  The hillside was snow-covered, there were no flowers.  Madelon, full of shame and sadness, began crying.  Her tears fell down her face onto the snow-covered ground around her.  Seeing this from on high the Angel came down, touched the ground around Madelon.  A small clump of the most beautiful winter roses appeared at her feet.  The Angel then lifted Madelon’s face, wiped her tears, and told her, “Child, no gold, frankincense, or myrrh is as precious a gift for the Prince of Peace as these blooms which were born from the tears of your love, faith, and devotion.”

“Christmas hath a beauty … lovelier than the world can show.” ~ Christina Rossetti

Perhaps this legend began in order to serve as a reminder to each of us that our gifts must be from our hearts, and the gesture is always far greater than the gift.  The Christmas Rose is the symbol of hope, love, and everything good and wonderful in this most glorious season.  The beautiful blooms of this plant nod, therefore, one must gently lift the bloom to see its beauty.  Just as the Angel lifted the face of Madelon when she spoke to her. 

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The legend also tells us that if one plants a Hellebores, it is to be planted close to a door so as to invite Jesus into the home.

 

 

I do hope you have enjoyed this post.  And that your heart will fill with joy every time you see a Christmas Rose ~ truly, a gift of an Angel. 

 

 

Wishing you and yours a day filled with the joys of the season. 

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

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Note:  The Legend of the Christmas Rose, from my personal collection of notes and information gathered through the years. 

 

Baked With Love


“Baking and love go hand in hand, for as one bakes a tasty treat and fills the room with its sweet aroma, the true joy is to take what has been made and share it with another.” ~ Heather Wolf

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Good morning, sweet friends.  I woke up this morning, thinking about what I should send you for your recipe this week.  This is such a busy time of year for everyone, so much happening in our lives and homes.  Therefore, I thought you may enjoy this easy, as well as scrumptious, coffee cake recipe.

Creamy Cranberry Coffee Cake Recipe -Chopped cranberries and orange peel give this coffee cake bursts of tart flavor, but a cream cheese layer on top sweetens it nicely. It's so lovely, you'll want to serve it when company comes. -Nancy Roper, Etobicoke, Ontario

It is wonderful with a cup of coffee or tea.  And it also travels well, should you be called upon to deliver a little goodness.

CREAMY CRANBERRY COFFEE CAKE RECIPE

2 cups all-purpose flour

1 cup sugar

1-1/2 tsp. baking powder

1/2 tsp. baking soda

1 egg

3/4 cup orange juice

1/4 cup butter, melted

1 tsp. vanilla extract

2 cups coarsely chopped fresh or frozen cranberries

1 tbls. grated orange peel

 CREAM CHEESE LAYER:

1 package (8 ounces) cream cheese, softened

1/3 cup sugar

1 egg

1 tsp. vanilla extract

 TOPPING:

3/4 cup all-purpose flour

1/2cup sugar

1/2 cup cold butter

DIRECTIONS:

In a large bowl, combine the first four ingredients. Combine the egg, orange juice, butter, and vanilla; stir into dry ingredients until well combined. Fold in the cranberries and orange peel. Pour into a greased 9-in. springform pan.

In a small mixing bowl, beat cream cheese and sugar until smooth. add egg and vanilla; mix well. Spread over batter. Combine the flour and sugar; cut in butter until and vanilla resembles coarse crumbs. Sprinkle cranberries and.

Place pan on a baking sheet. Bake at 350° for 70-75 minutes or until golden brown. Cool on a wire rack for 15 minutes before removing sides of panYield: 12servings.

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Enjoy the recipe ~ it is sent with love!

Au Revoir,

Sandra

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Sunday Thoughts ~ December, 9th

“A Christmas candle is a lovely thing.  It makes no noise at all, but softly gives itself away; While quite unselfish, it grows small.” ~ Eva Logue

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Good morning, dear friends.  How wonderful, that we are once again blessed to find ourselves in this glorious season of love and giving.  

This morning I am sharing the thoughts of Ruth Carter Stapleton.  They clearly spoke to me ~ I hope they will to you as well.

“Christmas is most truly Christmas when we celebrate it by giving the light of love to those who need it most.” 

Truly, I do not believe there is anything more beautiful than a person, or group of people, who strive to make life sweeter and more beautiful for others by sharing their own light.  

Wishing you and yours magical December days.

Scatter Love and Light!

Au Revoir,

Sandra

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A Special Cookie Recipe

“My favorite part was when my grandfather and I would make a special trip to Firpo’s Bakery for red and green Christmas cookies. ” ~ Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Good morning, sweet friends.  Tis the season to be baking, “Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.”  So, as promised, here is a favorite recipe for the week.  All the recipes you will receive are special in our home and are tried and true.  This delicious treat is one of my most favorites and is marvelous with a cup of tea or coffee.

English Butter Toffee Cookies

Ingredients:

1 and 1/2 sticks of butter, softened

1 cup sugar

1 large egg

1 tsp. vanilla

2 cups all-purpose flour

1 and 1/2 tsp. baking powder

1/4 tsp. baking soda

1/2 cup English Toffee Bits, (plain – not chocolate covered)

Heat oven to 350.  Combine sugar, butter, egg, and vanilla in large mixing bowl.  Beat at medium speed, scraping the bowl often, until mixture is creamy.  Add flour, baking powder, and baking soda, reduce speed to low.  Beat until well mixed.  Stir in toffee bits by hand.

Shape dough into 1-inch balls.  Roll in granulated sugar.  Place 2 inches apart onto ungreased cookie sheet.  Flatten each with the bottom of a glass to – 1 and 1/2 inch circles.

Bake 9-11 minutes or until edges are lightly browned.  Sprinkle with sugar while warm.  Cool completely on wire racks.

 

Have a beautiful day and weekend.  Happy Baking! 

 

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

 

 

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“A Frame of Mind”

Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day.  It’s a frame of mind . . . and that’s what’s been changing.  That’s why I’m glad I’m here.  Maybe I can do something about it.” ~ Kris Kringle, Miracle on 34th Street

Wonderful photo of Mr. Kringle.  Rather handsome, don’t you think?

Good morning, dear friends.  Ah, the beauty of the season.  It is found on every corner and in every home.   And above all, it is in the beauty of the smiling faces of those we love.  Such beauty and joy makes our hearts pound a little harder. So, to add a little beauty to your day, Mr. Kringle  has some thoughts he would like me to share ~  for your “frame of mind.”

“The joy of brightening other lives becomes for us the magic of the holidays.” ~ W. C. Jones

Trees are being decorated and their beauty is being celebrated by grand illuminations all around the world.  These special times are happening in cities and small towns, and neighborhoods across our land.

Storefronts are glowing.

Cities and towns are sparkling.

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All, with the warm glow of love.

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“The only blind person at Christmastime is he who has not Christmas in his heart.” ~ Helen Keller

Ah, don’t you love to bring out the ornaments?  We simply unbox memories.  We all have favorites and they all have stories.

And upon the trees, they go.  So that, once again, we may be a child and delight in our precious memories gathered over the years.

I’m not gonna lie - I’m pretty much a traditionalist (real tree, specific type of needles, colorful glass ornaments of all types, colored lights), but I kind of want a tree like this. If I had an office, or a boutique, I’d do this.

Everyone enjoys being ‘Merry’ ~ and making memories. 

“I wish we could put some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.” ~ Harlan Miller

Wreaths are placed on our doors, saying ” Merry Christmas, everyone!”

We hang them inside.

Decorate our chandeliers.

And,  our mantels.

Almost every possible place receives a touch of Christmas magic.

“It’s the month of cakes and candles, snow and songs, carols and joys, laughter and love…it’s December.” ~ Unknown

We fill the house with wonderful smells of ginger and cinnamon.

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And we make things too pretty to eat . . . almost.

“Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.” ~ Dale Evans Rogers

I received a Christmas package a few years ago tied beautifully with this same ribbon.  And, I saved it.  Because the beautiful ribbon, which tied my package, was tied with love from my dearest friend, Janet.

We seem to love to fuss over our packages.  Always adding a special touch to the packages of those we hold so dear.

“It’s in the singing of a street corner choir, it’s going home and getting warm by the fire.  It’s true, wherever you find love, it feels like Christmas.” ~ Unknown

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The beauty of this glorious season fills our hearts ~ gives us great joy.  

So as this post travels and makes its way to you,  Mr. Kringle and I hope it will find you in the Christmas “frame of mind.”

Amour et joie à vous, chers amis!  (Love and joy, dear friends)

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

 

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The Magic of December, 1st !

“Suddenly December…the magic begins.” ~ Unknown

Wake up sweet friends, it’s December first! Perhaps you are wondering, “Why is she so excited about December first?” Find your coffee and a comfy chair and let me tell you. 

“Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.” ~ Hamilton Wright Mabie

I love Christmas.  I love the fuss, the decorating, the lights, the sparkle, the baking and of course, thinking of gifts for those I love.  I absolutely adore the entire package and anyone who truly knows me will confirm this. 

In our home, the Christmas season begins December first.    I know you are wondering, why December first?   So, here is the story ~ one I hope you will enjoy.

“Wake up “darlin!”  It is December 1st, the beginning of the most magical, beautiful time of the year.”  Those were my mother’s words to me, every December 1st.  And to mom, it was a season full of love and beauty.  Every December, I thank her so much for this beautiful gift she gave me repeatedly each year, from when I was a young child until she passed away.

“I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world.” ~ Norman Vincent Peale

Our mothers are so very precious.  If they have passed away, our memories of them are our personal treasures we tuck away in our hearts and hold them ever so close.  Mothers instill in us our values and give us gifts we treasure throughout our lives.  While many of these gifts “come tied up with strings,” many do not.  I was blessed beyond measure with a mother who gave me an abundance of gifts not “tied up with strings.”  These gifts, not purchased in a store, were from her heart.  She wanted me to understand the real meaning of Christmas, why we give and exchange gifts and she especially wanted me to understand ~ the message of Christmas is love.  Truly, I ‘believe’ she was successful.

Each year on December 1st, she always, always did something special for me and others she loved.   For me, it might have been her homemade cinnamon rolls, a special dinner, new ribbons for my hair, a new pair of socks, or my favorite ~ a pan of her famous peanut butter fudge. 

She also might spend the afternoon helping me make pomander balls or cookies to give to our neighbors.  Always something small, but it served as a sweet reminder as to how special the day and days to follow should be.

 “It’s Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.” ~Keith Baines

As the years went along, I grew up, married and moved away.  Always, a tiny package would arrive, marked “Do Not Open Until December 1st.”  The sweet package was from mom, and she never failed to phone me before I left for work on this special day.  I can still hear her soft Mississippi drawl and her kind words.  She would ask about my plans to make the day special for others, especially plans I had for Mike.   The conversation would always end with her words, “I love you ‘darlin’ – scatter joy.”  Just a note ~ absolutely no one can say ‘darlin’ like someone from the Deep South.

Through the years, many friends and coworkers have often looked at me rather puzzled when they were first introduced to my December 1st tradition.  However, once they understood how, why, and from whom it originated, they relished in the joyful atmosphere. I can tell you they adored being sprinkled with a bit of mom’s Christmas magic.   The sweetness of the day lingered with them.  As the years unfolded, they would say to me – “It’s almost December 1st.”  This special joy has been returned to me many times.  Still today, I often hear from friends and former coworkers on December 1st.   Mom’s tradition touched the lives of many.

As for Mike ~ well, he has enjoyed this special day for 46 years.  He has more Christmas ties than are in the men’s department of Macy’s.  Christmas ties are a perfect gift for a teacher, also Christmas socks.  And, if you were to ask him about his all-time favorite December 1st gift, he would answer, “Merry.”  Merry was our black Labrador retriever.  Her proper or registered name was Merry Christmas of Crabapple.  Her name suited her perfectly ~ my goodness she was Merry.  Every day she lived, glowed like an overabundantly lit Christmas tree.

“When we recall Christmas past, we usually find the simplest things give off the greatest glow of happiness.”  ~ Bob Hope

It really is “the simplest things,” which make this special season glow.  Mom’s sweet tradition enriched my life and, I know, the lives of many.  A lovely tradition which costs little, shows more love than there are words, and creates such wonderful memories.  So, from mom to me to you – “It’s December 1st” enjoy this most wonderful, magical time of year and… scatter joy! 

 

Do you have a special tradition which you and your family enjoy during the Christmas season?  I hope you will share.  

Wishing you and yours, a most beautiful and special December!

 

And, until we meet again…  “May you have heaven in your heart, starlight in your soul, and angels all around you.” ~ Unknown

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

Sweet friends, I wish I could bake these and give each and every one of you a lovely bag full.  But, as I can’t, I am doing the next best thing and sending you the recipe. Happy December 1st!

Butter Sugar Cookies

Note:  This was my grandmother’s recipe.  She submitted it to be printed in her church cookbook, The First Presbyterian Church of Collins, Mississippi. 

Ingredients:

1 cup – 2 sticks butter, softened (do not substitute the butter)

1 cup sugar

½ tsp. vanilla or almond extract

1 egg

2 cups all-purpose flour

½ tsp. baking soda

½ tsp. cream of tartar

Preheat oven to 350.  Cream together butter and sugar.  Add vanilla and egg, mixing well.  Sift flour, baking soda, and cream of tartar.  Add gradually to butter mixture, mixing well.  Chill dough for an hour or two.  Make dough into small balls.  Place on ungreased cookie sheet and flatten with a fork, or bottom of a glass, that has been dipped in sugar.  Make sure each cookie is sprinkled with sugar.  Bake 15-17 minutes (my oven-14 min.), or just until edges begin to turn golden.  Let stand on cookie sheet 2-3 minutes.  Remove to a rack and cool completely.  Sprinkle with colored sprinkles if desired.  Store in airtight container.

 

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Note: I do not claim ownership of these photos. These photos are the work of tremendously talented people and I simply compiled them for your enjoyment.

 

 

 

Fruitcake, Anyone?

“The ultimate in longevity is the Christmas fruitcake.  It is a cake made during the holidays with fruits that make it heavier than the stove it is cooked in.” ~ Erma Bombeck

Happy day, dear friends.  Have you given any thought to your holiday baking?  Every year, I enjoy going through my recipes and deciding which creations of goodness  I will attempt.  Even though it is a little early to prepare some recipes ~ it isn’t for fruitcakes.

 

 

Fruitcakes are best aged a little, and especially if they are allowed to age with apple brandy.  I prefer using Calvados, a French apple brandy.  It only takes a wee bit, however, it truly creates magic.  All this being said, today I am sharing my fruitcake recipe.  It is not difficult.  You need a really, really large mixing bowl, patience to prepare the pans and of course, Calvados.
Note:  This recipe makes one 10inch tube pan or 2, 9x5x3 loaf pan size cakes.  This cake freezes extremely well.
Ingredients
3 – 7 1/4 oz. packages pitted and chopped dates
1 lb. candied pineapple, roughly chopped
1 lb. whole candied cherries, plus a little extra to decorate tops of cakes. 
2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
2 tsp. double-action baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
4 eggs
1 cup sugar
2 lbs. pecan halves ( yes, you read that correctly)
Cut wax paper to fit your pans.  Grease pan well and then grease wax paper, before placing in pan.
Preheat oven to 275 degrees
In large ( really large) bowl, add dates, candied pineapple, and cherries.
In another small bowl, mix flour, baking powder, and salt.  Sprinkle this mixture into the bowl containing fruit.
Mix fruit and dry ingredients well with hands – separating pieces so that all are coated well.
In another medium bowl, beat eggs until frothy.  Gradually add 1 cup sugar and beat until blended.
Add egg mixture to fruit mixture.  Mix well with hands.
Add pecans and mix until nuts are evenly distributed and coated with batter.
Pack into pans.  At this point you can decorate the top of the cake with extra cherries, this is optional. 
Bake for about 1 and 1/2 hours.  When done tops of cakes will look dry, extra baking does no harm.  I usually bake them for about 2 hours, 15 min.
Remove from oven and let stand about 10 minutes.  Turn out onto wire racks and carefully pull off waxed paper.  Drizzle with brandy – about 2 Tbls. per cake or 4 if using a tube pan.
These cakes take several hours to completely cool.  Once they are completely cooled, wrap in cheesecloth which has been soaked in a little brandy.  Then, wrap tightly in foil and either refrigerate or store in a cool place.
If you enjoy fruitcake, I promise you will love this recipe,  and me for sharing.  It is like no other I have ever tasted.  And, it isn’t  “heavier than the stove.”
Happy Baking!

Au Revoir,

Sandra

Note:  Should you have any questions about this recipe, just send me a message under the ‘contact section’ of this blog.

Photo:  Michael Lambiotte

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday Thoughts, November 25th

 

Good Sunday morning, dear friends.  I hope you, your family, and friends had a wonderful Thanksgiving. 

As we begin the most beautiful season of the year, there is something I would like to share this morning.  The verse is one I have had for many years and it serves to remind me of the real meaning of Christmas.  Perhaps you have read it before and if so, I hope you will enjoy it again. 

If you look for Me at Christmas

you won’t need a special star ~ 

I’m no longer just in Bethlehem,

I’m right there where you are.

You may not be aware of Me

amid the celebrations ~ 

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You’ll have to look beyond the stores

and all the decorations.

But if you take a moment

from your list of things to do

And listen to your heart, you’ll find

I’m waiting there for you.

You’re the one I want to be with,

you’re the reason that I came,

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And you’ll find me in the stillness

As I am whispering your name.

       Love,

  Jesus

 

Wishing you and yours a most beautiful day. 

May the love and beauty of this glorious season bring you great joy and renew your child-like sense of wonder.

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

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Note:  “If you look for Me at Christmas,” author unknown

 

Sunday Thoughts ~ “Over The River”

Good Sunday morning, dear friends.  Are you ready for Thanksgiving?  We do make such a fuss, but it is a fuss which brings joy to many.   We fuss and celebrate because we are grateful.  And speaking of being grateful, I want to tell you how grateful I am for each and every one of you who reads my blog, takes a moment to comment, sends me a note, or shares my thoughts with others.  I may know you personally or our friendship may be virtual.  However it may be ~ truly, I am grateful for you, your kindness and support.  You mean a great deal to me.
                                           
I hope you will enjoy the journey, “Over the River” this morning.  Not to worry, the trip is short.
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Over the river, and through the wood, to Grandfather’s house we go; “

“the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifted snow.”

“Over the river, and through the wood, 

to Grandfather’s house away!

We would not stop for doll or top,

for ’tis Thanksgiving Day.”

 

“Over the river, and through the wood ~

now Grandmother’s cap I spy!

Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!”

I hope “Over the River” has evoked wonderful childhood memories.  My mom would always sing this to me ~ she knew every word.  She would even sing it in the summertime when we would travel to Mississippi to visit my grandmother.  I have included a little information about the piece at the end of this post.  The poem was written in 1844, by Lydia Maria Child.  

Many of you may be traveling over rivers and mountains to be with loved ones this Thanksgiving.  I wish you a safe and beautiful journey.  And, as you gather with your family and friends around the table, pause for a moment to ~ “Hear blessings dropping their blossoms all around you.” ~ Rumi

Be the change you wish to see in the world.

 While we are counting our blessings, let us all be grateful for what I believe to be one of our sweetest.  And that is:  It doesn’t matter where we live or how old we become… 

“Forever on Thanksgiving Day the heart will find the pathway Home.” ~ Wilbur D. Nesbit

 

 Wishing you and yours a Beautiful and Happy Thanksgiving,

filled with Blessings beyond measure.

 

Faire De Doux Souvenirs ( Make Sweet Memories)

 

Au Revoir,

Sandra

 

 

 

Note:  “Over the River and Through the Wood” was originally published in 1844 as a poem written by Lydia Maria Child. The poem was published in Child’s book of poems Flowers for ChildrenVolume 2, and was originally titled “The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day.” In time, Child’s poem was set to music by an unknown composer, and over the years many children have grown up singing the song in school or community holiday programs.

Traditionally “Over the River and Through the Wood” is sung as a Thanksgiving song, in which the original lyrics say,Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!” rather than “Hurrah for Christmas Day!” Another lyrical change was that the original poem read “Grandfather’s house” rather than Grandmother’s house.” The original poem also contained 12 verses.

Images ~ (Via Tumblr) Unless otherwise stated, I do not claim ownership of these photos. These photos are the work of tremendously talented people and I simply compiled them for your enjoyment