Our house is well-equipped in the closet department. There is a place for everything, but everything is not in its place. In theory, our basement should be empty — in theory. Despite all this storage area, we still have an “everything closet” filled with linens, photos, computer parts, Christmas wrap, games, and stuff we don’t know what to do with — you get the picture.
I hate to be a wet blanket. (Actually, I am being a warm, fuzzy blanket.) less than a week into the new year BUT, I feel obligated to do my small part to provide important information you may need this week. My big question for you is, “Do you have an up-to-date LAST WILL & TESTAMENT?”
The Lockeport Baptist Church Annual Living Christmas Tree Performances were scheduled for December 2, 3, 4 ― done and over before the madness of the Christmas rush. I joined the choir as a soprano and attended Tuesday and Thursday night practices. A week prior to the first performance I learned the dress code stipulated white tops and black bottoms. Uh-oh. That created a teensy weensy problem. I do not wear white ― off-white, maybe, but NEVER, EVER bright white.
Well this is a first. I am writing my Christmas letter from my family home near Lockeport, Nova Scotia. If I remember correctly, I have not been here for Christmas in over 25 years. I am awash in sights and sounds and smells from the past. Danielle at Lockeport’s Lillian Benham Library invited me to share stories about what Christmas was like in West Head in the 1960s. Once again, tons of happy memories flooded my mind.
Hallmark Christmas cards and movies suggest that choosing and cutting down the family Christmas tree is a warm fuzzy family experience to be cherished for years. Ours was unforgettable, but for different reasons. We did not sit around sipping hot chocolate and nibbling shortbread cookies sharing memories of Christmases past. The “Annual Christmas Tree War” was more suitable.
Last evening, I had the privilege of sharing my story “A 1960s West Head Christmas” at Lockeport’s Lillian Benham Library. I cannot say enough about the wonderful reception I received. The people of Lockeport and the surrounding area have showered me with their support. There really is no place like home. Between now and Christmas I would like to share it with you in sections for your enjoyment. So choose a comfy chair, grab a hot drink and bask in the warmth, coziness…
As I mentioned last week, I arrived in West Head late Monday night. Bright and early Tuesday morning, I switched to my Nova Scotia routine. I know many of you wonder what I do when I’m here so I have chronicled a somewhat typical day for you. My comments are in blue. Enjoy. At 9:30 a.m. I whipped my RAV4 into the parking lot of the Bayman Coffee Shop. In fact, I begin every day that way seven days a week. Right…
Baked beans, brown bread and molasses are a delicious piece of my Nova Scotia heritage. My mother along with most mothers of her generation made baked beans & Maritime brown bread or biscuits every Saturday. Mom added a generous amount of molasses to her beans, tasted them and added a little bit more, and a little bit more.
A few months ago, Glenn and I set out to visit our son, Jeremy, and his little family at their home in Guelph. We had almost reached their house when we spotted a Goodwill Store, a thrift store similar to Value Village or Frenchy’s and chose to not resist the temptation to stop. Hmmmmmmmm? What bargains and treasures were waiting for us? Apparently, several. By the time we got out of the store we had spent over $100. What? That’s crazy!
I have never claimed to be Suzy Homemaker, but I do like a certain semblance of order around me. And so I ask myself why most of my clothes are on my bedroom floor when I have a large, beautiful closet? They range from clean, sort of clean, not so clean, almost dirty and just plain dirty. The problem is I don’t know which clothes are which. In a pinch I take advantage of the ever popular “sniff test.”