October 27, 2015

This Is Me -

*Editorial Note:  I have no idea what's going on with my pictures-have to put that on my 'to do' list-

R e a l l y-

This is Me!

Don't get your hopes up-
[You Know that Grammas are boring]

I'm Sharing Today With  Jann Olson-Come With Me!

On the outside chance some of you have been holding your breath to see a post like this on Like Gramma's House-here goes:

  • Rainy Days...with occasional rumblings of distant thunder-
  • Overcast days, leaves barely fluttering falling randomly On days like that one gets to down shift....hit the pause button...move to an 'on hold' folder all the important things that had to be done or happen that day. L A T E R Y'all!
  • Wild things blooming in the ditches alongside the highways & country roads. NEWS FLASH -It's a good thing when the rag weed starts filling the ditches...because the GOLDENROD shows up and what a way to brighten up things. Why would anyone pay for Goldenrod when God has arranged for it in such abundance all around [unless you live in dead center of a metropolitan area and never leave the city...in that case "bless your heart."]

Oh my Lord,

Creator of all that was,

is or ever will be..

How I am loving all the natural beauty around me....Natural things for a multitude of uses, practical and decorative or ornamental...gourds, loofas, gnarly bare branches, cones from trees of all kinds, magnolia, pine, oak whatever. Huge beautifully shaped pine cones and let's not forget the
Acorns...the little ones from my back yard are okay but then I drool over the great big acorns from [I think it's called] a White Oak tree. The last time someone gifted me with a bag of these I made them last at least 15 years...where have they gone?

Of course the tiny, tiny little cones from trees in Maine that I have only seen once in my life..cones the size of my 'little pinky finger nail."  What a thrill when after asking my family in Maine at the time to send me some they actually did send me a package of those amazing teeny tiny cones.  I must look for some pictures .

Doesn't Everyone Get Excited Over Driftwood?

Driftwood  from along the beaches.....or make believe driftwood  from down by the creek....with beautiful curly, ruffly things growing on one side.  So would you say that Nature really speaks to my soul???/   No!  it's not simply nature.  It's Creation...and the Creator who speaks to my innermost being...that would be Soul, right?  I think so. 

Just Ask Me About Christmastime

I adore Christmastime..O Holy Night -  blue lights in [only] the house windows..or if you are blessed with a husband who would try to make anything happen that you asked him to do..blue lights secured around the Star atop the old 1900ish  barn in Texas. blue lights like the picture we have in our heads anyway, of the star of Bethlehem.

And I will always remember the outdoor scenes with cold weather, a fire to warm by and people from the community gathering to watch the live presentation of the Christmas Story- in Crossett, Arkansas

All Clear Lights...everywhere, everywhere...don't know when I graduated from the carnival lights of [childhood] Red and Blue and Green and Yellow perhaps it was around the time I left the foil icicles behind in the after Christmas throw away bags..Oh but it's a good thing..no more icicles to toss and bicker over the correct way to get them hung on the tree. 

Tinsel Rain ~~~ it always seemed to fall to me to place the icicles/tinsel just right on the tree!! Notice the "Made in the USA"!:

Giving...Gifting...I think I knew I  had become a grown up when without a doubt I loved giving more than the receiving of gifts at Christmastime.

I don't look forward to gifts but the giving to others.  Could that possibly come from those
times as a child when I [thought] had nothing to give? 

If I had been surrounded with all the creativity as a child that surrounds my life now...what fun I could have had with the discovering, the creating, the presentation [ even gift wrapping] .

But it makes for wonderful real time, present day story telling- recalling everyone's version of those tacky old ice cicles...Mom was always the only one who knew how it should be done...ending with each and every foil strip hanging neatly alone...not tossed by the handfuls  willy nilly fashion with each toss forming a nasty little mess - yes little nests of a mess of foil icicles. ...

I wonder if someone is now listing those things on a Pinterest Board labelled Repurposed Christmas Decorations of the past.




  1. Such a fun post Jonell! Can you believe that I have never tossed an icicle? Growing up mom always had a flocked tree and we had these plastic icicles that glowed in the dark. We often held one to the light and then scurried into a closet to see it glow. lol! Thanks for sharing with SYC.

    1. Thanks a bunch Jann. Now you have shared something with me that is totally foreign to me- not a part of my Christmastime memories at all...B L A N K- Who says the things we record here are unimportant. We have stashed away unique little pieces of history [ours] that might have been forever lost- but then we do have PINTEREST now!!!

  2. Hi Jonell :)

    My mother wouldn't let one piece of tinsel in her house, because he mother drove her crazy with them all having to be perfect. I've thought about getting them for my tree, but I know she'd cringe lol

    Like Jann, we always had a flocked tree when I was growing up though and my grandma Bonnie had a tree that had a colored spinning light behind hers. Funny how things go in and out of style.


  3. Thank you so much Rue for reading and leaving a note...It's such a good feeling to know there actually are others checking in on me [a blogger] and taking note of my words! Aside from entertainment or encouragement we are learning from each other-that's great!


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