Celestial Charms

Merry Christmas 1965 Style

2011-12-23T00:42:00.003-06:00

Ah, the ghosts of Christmas past! I'm only 2 and a half years old here, in the year 1965. I've not a clue what that Christmas was like, as most of my memories start at the age of 3. However, judging by the smiles I'm guessing it was a happy time. The overload of silver tinsel on the tree is something I do remember, as that tradition continued throughout my childhood. The delights of tinsel even graced my tree after I married, and set up house of my own. Sadly we don't fling the stuff on our tree anymore, mainly because our two fuzzy felines eat it off the tree, as if it were spaghetti! :) Somehow, a Christmas tree doesn't feel complete to me, without silver tinsel and the forever memorable... plastic ice sickles. I wonder why? ;)

I want to take this opportunity to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. I hope your homes will be filled with joy, just like the joy you share with me here in blog land. Peace, Love and Blessings to all!

The Snowman

2011-12-20T23:49:00.001-06:00

I've been away from blog land for a bit, so I apologize for not visiting your blogs of late. We were busy building a snowman, ice skating, and sightseeing in Taos, New Mexico. A welcome vacation for the children, trading in the sunshine of Texas for lots of snow. It had been decades since I tried to build a snowman. Don't you love the magical qualities we somehow perceive them to have?

He needed a bright red handkerchief, to add a cowboy touch to him. We gave him "Milk Dud" candy eyes, to add to his sweet disposition. He was content with sticks for nose and mouth.

Chloe was intensely staring at our creation from behind a door, so desperately wanting to pounce on it. I wouldn't dare let her out, for fear of the harm that might be fall our new snowy friend. Now, we are back at home, and I'm so very behind in my Christmas preparations, but looking forward to enjoying the holiday. Hope you are too!

Happy Thanksgiving Circa 1968

2011-11-25T00:45:00.000-06:00

Oh, the Thanksgivings of my childhood. Such wonderful memories. Every Thanksgiving was spent downstairs in my Grandmother's house. We lived in a 2 family home, Nanny Kitty and Papa on the ground floor, and our family upstairs. Nanny would be up bright and early, with her apron tied around her waist, making all the preparations. The wonderful aroma of the Turkey cooking in her oven, would make it's way through the hallway, and up the sixteen steps that separated our doors.

Our cousins would join us for the family meal. Children were always casually dressed. I'm seated far left, in my favorite orange Red Baron Peanuts sweatshirt, and sporting my least favorite haircut, the boyish "pixie." :) Mom would always be wearing a skirt, blouse, and pearls, or some other type of necklace. There were always so many things to eat. My standard favorites were the mashed potatoes, stuffing, and the of course, turkey with gravy.

After dinner, which was always served promptly at 1:00 p.m., the big football games were played on the television, while the women cleaned up. Later in the evening, leftover turkey was used to make delicious sandwiches, and out came the desserts. Usually dessert consisted mainly of various pies, such as apple, pumpkin, and pecan pie. Only pies were ever served. No cookies or fancy cakes. A simple, pure, traditional Thanksgiving....with all the trimmings! The more things change, the more they stay the same. :)

I hope all my American friends and their families enjoy a Happy, Joyous, Thanksgiving.

Bring Back the Matching Coats and Hats!

2011-11-20T15:00:00.000-06:00

Gone seem to be the days of children's matching coats and hats. The ones that our mothers made us wear, even when we obviously grew out of them. As a child, I never understood the reason for that, other than to purposely make us look silly. ;)

Now, of course, I understand that these outfits cost a pretty penny, and our mothers were just trying to eek out the very last day of wear, before the item was either passed down to another family member, or donated to some needy soul.

Back in the 1960's, little girls like myself could be seen walking all over the towns and cities sporting these ensembles. We were a dime a dozen! Now, I do a double take when I spy one today.

Clothes were well made back then, of quality materials. Made in the U.S.A for the most part. Purchased in shops downtown or on our main streets, in locally owned children's shops. A time when there still existed shoe stores, dedicated to selling just children's shoes. Where shoes were displayed in the window, and shoe clerks would not only measure your shoe size, but would put on and tie the shoes. You would stand up, and he would feel for the tip of your big toe, to make sure it was a proper fit. I miss all that pampering. :)

I have lived in many places over the last few decades, and sadly those places are very scarce. Anyway, not to worry, I still have photographs and memories to take me back to the good old days! (Photographs taken of my brother and I by my father, in 1966) Do you remember having any matching coats and hats when you were young?

Momma Goes Hollywood!

2011-11-16T09:43:00.005-06:00

Some of you will recognize this photo of my mother, which I shared on my very first "Mondays with Mother," back in November 2009. Well, last year I was approached by the film director, Andy Milkis, asking if he could use this very photo in his latest short comedy film, entitled "Butterbird Hotline." He would flashback to this photo, as my mother, is supposed to be the mother of the main character, Barbara Sue.

The official synopsis of the film states: Barbara Sue Whittson works as a cooking counselor for the Butterbird Hotline. Butterbird, the nation's largest turkey company, set up the hotline to help customers with their turkey prep questions. Barbara Sue has worked at the Hotline for the past 17 years.

Who is Barbara Sue, and what tragic incident in her past compels her to help others?

Tranquility Base Films presents: Butterbird Hotline - proof that true love is never undercooked!

After making the rounds on the independent film circuit, Director Andy Milkis has now generously posted "Butterbird Hotline" on YouTube.

Mom's full screen photograph appears at approximately the 2 minute mark, of the 13 minute film.

The director even graciously listed yours truly, under "special thanks" on the ending credits. I know your going to love the fabulous retro illustrations shown in the opening credits of this funny, cute short film. Just in time for Thanksgiving. The funniest thing, is that Maria Bisso, who plays the main character, in many ways facially resembles my mother. Life is full of coincidences. Now, Momma goes Hollywood! ;)

I hope you enjoy it!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 30

2011-11-14T00:28:00.004-06:00

Just when I thought there were no more to be shown, I was delighted to come across another wedding party photograph. You must know by now, how this type of photo delights me to no end. Here we have the 1955 wedding of my Aunt Eileen, my mother's oldest sister. The bride was 21 years old, and my mom (right of bride) was 18 at the time. My mother was so proud to be the maid of honor, especially at such a young age.

A few things stand out to me here. Firstly, the enormous height of the groomsman standing far right. I can't fathom his total height! Secondly, although my Aunt's wedding dress is stunning, I can't get past seeing the lower outline, formed by her wired

undergarment. I'm not sure what the solution would have been, but I'm sure my Aunt didn't want that feature to be visible. Nothing that a little "Photoshop" couldn't fix today, I suppose. ;) Back then, I'm guessing no such enhanced feature would have been available. Lastly, is it me, or are you almost waiting for the three bridesmaids on the left to burst into song? My mind imagines them standing before huge microphones, performing as a trio. :) Yes, I'm crazy like that!

Have a swell day!

Mondays with Mother ~ Part 29

2011-11-06T16:00:00.004-06:00

As we draw closer to the Thanksgiving holiday here in the States, I fondly recall many of my childhood Turkey days. The year is 1968, and here my mother is cleaning up after our big meal. The turkey has already been devoured, and the dreaded clean up begins. I see the required pastel colored Tupperware piled up, waiting to be filled with leftovers. Notice the electric coffee pot is already plugged in and perking away. Dessert will be served shortly. Can you smell it? I do, and I can also hear the psssheww, psssheww, psssheww rhythmic brewing sound, emanating from that statuesque aluminum coffee pot.

Our kitchen had been recently renovated, with new cabinets, back splash, and stainless steel sink. Looks like maybe the money ran out when it came to replacing the fridge, as that beige one might be an earlier model. However, the creme de la creme, was the new pull out range, and attached upper glass doors oven. My mother was so happy with her "state of the art" kitchen redo. This was the kitchen forever etched in my mind, the first room you came upon when entering our home. The last room you walked through when departing. The center of my happy childhood memories. Did you have a favorite room in your childhood home? I would be delighted to hear.

Footed Pajamas

2011-10-30T00:26:00.000-05:00

The official expression is "footed pajamas," but we lovingly referred to them as footies or feeties. No matter what you called them, they most certainly bring back memories. In 1967, they were welcomed attire in our home. During the cold winter months, our evening routine would be dinner, bath, "feeties," and a little television watching.

Soft cotton flannel, "feetie" pajamas and television went hand in hand. No need to snuggle under a blanket while wearing these. The insulation provided by the feet, were all that was needed. Well, truth be told, a cuddle with my favorite Teddy bear added to the warmth. :) I'm not sure what my brother and I are watching in these photos, but I do know I was a very big fan of the cartoon, "Felix the Cat." There were so many wonderful cartoons back then, and their theme songs still remain stuck in my brain after all these years. Some of my favorites were "Kimba the White Lion," "Speed Racer," "Winky Dink and You," and "Mighty Mouse," just to name a few. So I will leave you with the opening song to "Felix the Cat." Did you have a favorite cartoon growing up? I would love to hear which one!

Have a swell day!

The Backyard Fence

2011-10-16T18:29:00.000-05:00

The year is 1966, and the place, my backyard in Queens County, New York. My brother and I used to play a game, called the "fence game." There was a 2 foot high cement border that ran along the bottom of that fence, with the width being only about a child's shoe size. The object of the game, was to start at the beginning of the fence, and work your way across each other by holding onto the fence without falling down. Each person would take turns going across the other. The person who made it to the end of the fence without falling down, won. Believe you me, it was heapsful of fun!

My dad, with camera ever ready, caught this shot of us mid-game! Growing up in a city, with not many outdoor organized activities, we had to use our ingenuity, to come up with ideas for outdoor fun! Did you used to have a silly made up game, when you were young?

I'd love to hear about it!

Pretty in Pink

2011-10-14T12:00:00.005-05:00

Just wanted to share this baby shower card I made yesterday, for a special someone who is expecting a baby girl. I'm all about babies, since my last post. :) Anyway, this was a simple and easy card to make. I started with plain white card stock for the base. Then, I ran pink card stock through my Cuttlebug machine, using Cuttlebug's Swiss Dot embossing folder. I used one of The Paper Studio's lace punches, to add detail to the bottom of the pink paper. Papertrey's new Christmas Label die was used, to die cut some My Mind's Eye paper. Cute little charms and buttons, and a little pink gel pen outline were added to the die cut. A Making Memories transparency tag with a pink/white gingham stripe, was affixed with a white brad. The finishing touch was just glue dotting some pink/white Scrapworks alphadotz.

I'm just a beginner card maker, but I'm having so much fun! Have a wonderful day!

The Vintage Carriage (Pram)

2011-10-09T14:30:00.010-05:00

It is the winter of 1963, and my brother is just about 7 months old here. It was a gorgeous sunny day, which would have meant a mandatory taking in of fresh air. A walk in the carriage was an event in itself back then. Parents would always allocate time to take a stroll for a few blocks, usually pushing a carriage such as this.

Carriage decorations were all the rage too. One had to have a big plastic rattle, portraying the color of the baby's gender, for identification purposes. We all know how annoying those questions such as "Oh, is it a boy or a girl?" can be! ;)

Although it does not appear in these photos, my mother had a very nice silver, metal, blanket clip that attached to the side of the carriage to hold the blanket in place. It had my brother's initials engraved upon it. Many years after my mother passed away, I came upon that blanket clip, neatly wrapped in it's original box. I was happy to be able to then give it to my brother, as a keepsake.

As to what became of the cute hanging rattle, and the regal looking carriage, that is sadly a mystery, but happily the photos live on....

Tuesdays with Nanny Kitty ~ Part 5

2011-09-27T08:15:00.003-05:00

This week on "Tuesdays with Nanny Kitty," we travel back to what I believe to be the 1940's. Unfortunately, there is no date listed on the photograph, so I'm just taking a guess based on what fashions are being worn. Nanny Kitty is 2nd from the right, holding that huge handbag. Nanny's sister Theresa, nicknamed Tessie, is standing next to her, wearing the black hat. I'm loving all the varieties of hats, and I do have a favorite. For me, it is the lovely hat being worn by my Aunt Tessie (3rd from right.) Do you have a favorite? Do tell!

I also enjoy looking at each of their facial expressions, while they wait for the photographer to take the photograph.

Sadly, I don't remember my Aunt Tessie very much, because she died from complications of diabetes, when I was a young girl. However, the one thing I do fondly remember of her, is her choice of eye wear. You see, in the 1960's, Aunt Tessie wore those very popular "cat eye" glasses. I always admired those, and thought she looked very cool in them. The above photo of Aunt Tessie was taken at a family wedding circa 1967, just a few years before she passed away. Notice all the rice that was thrown outside the church, to wish the happy couple good luck. Aunt Tessie is holding a whole box of "Minute Rice" here. Don't you just love her cute "cat eye" glasses?

Tuesdays with Nanny Kitty ~ Part 4

2011-09-20T13:00:00.004-05:00

The year is 1924, and Nanny Kitty is once again with her beloved grandmother, Elizabeth Agnes Quinn Mahady. This time, they are in a Brooklyn backyard, and Nanny Kitty is posing in her stylishly revealing bathing suit. I love the contrast here of my Great Great Grandmother Elizabeth's choice of cover up, and Nanny Kitty's lack thereof. I attribute that to the old adage of, older folks feeling chill in their bones, and the younger generation's desire to "bare all." I wonder if Mary Agnes approved of Nanny Kitty's choice of bathing costume? By the look on her face, something tells me yes! What do you think?

In honor of this photograph, I was motivated to create a sweet tag. I'm going to present it to my darling 10 year old daughter, Olivia. She loves nostalgia, and anything to do with her family history.

Materials:

Paper - Cosmo Cricket's 1934 collection

Metal round number tiles from Paper Studio Spare Parts

Ice White Viva Decor Deco Pearl Pen

Various letter stickers, flower petals, & ribbon from my stash

Epiphany Crafts new scallop shaped epoxy buttons

Have a swell day!

A Visit to the Park ~ 60's Style

2011-09-17T21:51:00.002-05:00

Growing up in Queens County, New York, we were lucky to have a city park about 3 blocks from our house. Nothing fancy mind you, but a small park in front of a public elementary school. It had your typical amusements such as swings. slides, see-saws, and my absolute favorite...the sand box! Oh yes, against my mother's true appreciation of neatness, we insisted on going to the messy sandbox. Armed with plastic laundry detergent measuring cups, we would sift through the sand and have a ball. Notice in the photo above, this was not an open sand pit, but rather a oval shaped cemented structure surrounded by an iron fence. That is a sandbox....1966 style! :) I used to think, "wow, they should fill this thing up with water in the summertime!" They never did that, but the park did hae a big water sprinkler, shaped like a mushroom, that cooled us down during the hot city summers.

After our sandbox adventures, my brother and I would sit down on those ever uncomfortable wooden park benches, to have a rest. Things seemed so well organized back then! I never felt as organized with my children, as my parents were with us when I was a small child. I'm not sure if that is because our times have changed, and there are just so many more distractions in this day and age, or if I'm just an unorganized person... :)

Tuesdays with Nanny Kitty ~ Part 3

2011-09-13T00:37:00.001-05:00

My Nanny Kitty always had thick wavy hair, so she didn't have to fuss much with it. In the mid 1920's, when this photo was taken in Brooklyn, New York, short wavy hair was all the rage. Funny, Nanny Kitty was extremely close to her own grandmother, Elizabeth Agnes Quinn (pictured on the right.)

She was my great great grandmother, and she was born in 1848. So she would have been about 75 years old here. Since I was always so very close to both of my grandmothers, it thrills me to bits that my own grandmother had a very special relationship with her own grandmother.

It is difficult for me to explain a grandmother/granddaughter relationship to my 10 year old daughter, as she never had the opportunity to have a close relationship with either of her grandmothers. The bond can be so very close, based on loyalty, affection, and tenderness. Pleasures as simple as holding hands, to as complicated as their sharing family secrets with you. The stories they tell, that previously fell on deaf ears, elicit utter joy and excitement from you. You want to hear more, even if the story is repeated over and over again. If only I could hear one more story.....

As an afterthought, don't you just love those old fashioned awnings?

Tuesdays with Nanny Kitty ~ Part 2

2011-06-14T22:49:00.001-05:00

This week I wanted to show the fun side of Nanny Kitty. Growing up in New York City, we had a very small backyard. Each summer, the little blue plastic pool would be filled, and the good times would commence. Nanny Kitty could be counted on to take a dip in the pool, well at least her feet could get wet! :)

This photo was taken in 1966, when I was 3 years old.

Tuesdays with Nanny Kitty ~ Part 1

2011-06-07T05:45:00.001-05:00

As today, June 7th is the birthday of my beloved Grandmother, I thought it would be a fitting day to introduce her to you. This is my paternal Grandmother, Catherine Mary Tyrrell Connolly, who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1909. Sadly she passed away in 1991, but her memory forever lives in my heart. Here she is pictured holding my brother in 1962, when she was 53 years young. You can see her very thick, wavy hair in this photo, a trait I happily inherited from her.

My brother and I always called her Nanny Kitty. Kitty was her nickname, and she never went by the name of Catherine. We couldn't just call her "Nanny," as we were also blessed with our maternal grandmother, who was also a "Nanny." So to avoid any confusion, our grandmother's were referred to as Nanny Kitty and Nanny O'Leary. Here Nanny Kitty proudly wears a scripted "K" embroidered upon her chest.

I'm fortunate to have saved several greeting cards from my childhood. Here is one from Nanny Kitty, given to me in the early 1970's. I remember how every June, Nanny would complain half jokingly about "going broke" because of all the June bithdays. You see, my father, brother, and I, all had June birthdays. Plus she had two other grandsons that were June babies; not to mention all the communions and weddings during that month. Nanny would never be confused with a spendthrift, and we would get a kick out of her complaining, about spending so much money on June celebrations. I miss her dearly, and I look forward to sharing stories about her every Tuesday. If you were blessed to know your grandmother or grandmothers, what did you call them? I would love to know!

..."How Does Your Garden Grow?"

2011-06-01T11:47:00.003-05:00

I am certainly not one blessed with a green thumb, however for years I have wanted to grow herbs and vegetables in my garden. So this Spring, I was thrilled to start that process. Darling hubby, made two raised garden boxes made of cedar, and measuring 8' x 3'. We planted lots of different herbs and veggies. Above is chocolate mint, lemon thyme, garlic chives, hot peppers, sage, and petite bell pepper. The other raised box contains green and yellow bell peppers, eggplant, cilantro, regular mint, cilantro, and parsley.

This potted sage bush is almost ready to be replanted into the soil. It will grow really large here in the Texas heat.

Our tomatoes are growing like weeds. Incredibly they seem to almost grow at least a half an inch a day.

I feel like a kid in a candy store, admiring all before me. :)

Another fast grower, is the basil. I'm scrabbling to buy jars, to store all the pesto I hope to make.

The sun is looking down upon the hanging pot of a Bolivian Jew.

Also thriving is one of our three hanging pots of Wandering Jews.

My love of limes and lemons prompted us to plant a Persian Lime tree (left) and a Meyer Lime (right.) A Mexican Key Lime tree (not shown) is planted to the right of this photo.

Whilst browsing online gardening catalogs, I came upon this West Hyland Terrier garden statue at Plough & Hearth.

Wouldn't that statue make a fine companion for our sweet Chloe? I think it will be put on my birthday wish list! :)

Outdoor Relaxation

2011-05-30T07:48:00.002-05:00

Yesterday, we spent a lovely sunny afternoon lounging in the backyard. With the exception of a strong wind, it was almost the perfect day for being outdoors.

With Texas temperatures in the mid 90's, it was a great time to drink an ice cold glass of Jamaica (pronounced Hamaica in Spanish.) It is made from dried hibiscus flowers, and sweetened with sugar, for just the perfect refreshing drink. These hand blown, cobalt blue glasses were purchased when we lived in Mexico, several years ago.

Even one and a half year old Chloe was enjoying the splendid weather!

What American warm weather celebration would be complete, without the obligatory hot dogs? Turkey franks are always served here. I like mine with Dijon mustard and lots of sauerkraut. My daughter eats hers with ketchup and sweet relish. Darling son prefers his with only ketchup, while hubby reaches for the sweet relish and mustard. How do you like yours?

My lovely afternoon ended with a good read, whilst relaxing on one of our hammocks. A perfect day, indeed! I hope everyone enjoys their day...

Winter Charms

2011-02-17T09:25:00.001-06:00

Last week we were blessed with the first snow since we moved to Central Texas, just over five years ago. We are not talking major snow, just a dusting. However, that dusting was enough to close the schools, and some businesses too. Needless to say, Miss Chloe was over the moon. She ran around the backyard, sniffing the snow, and frolicking about.

Even the cactus seems to shimmer in the glow of the sun.

Sadly, many of the "arms" of this cactus did not survive the cold snow and frost. She lost all but two of her arms due to frost damage. Not to worry, they grow back real quick! Have you ever eaten cactus before? Hubby likes to clean, peel, and slice up the cactus leaves...then saute them in olive oil, salt and a little garlic. We add them to scrambled eggs, for a hearty breakfast. Yummy, and they are really good for you too!

Snow Fun from the 60's

2011-02-15T07:00:00.011-06:00

Those of us who grew up with snowy winters, might relate to some of my distant memories. At the first sign of trickling flurries, whilst glancing out my classroom window, a leap of joy would enter my heart. An adventure would await, a snowman to be made, a snowball fight to be fought! Igloos attempted, but snow forts inevitably would become a more practical form of architecture.

Warm winter clothing, was not something a child gave a moments thought to. My parents would do their very best to bundle us up nice and warm. However, we were more concerned about not missing a moments fun. Once my brother and I were out of the house, keeping warm was the furthest thing from our thoughts.

For me, hats were the first accessory to be flung into the air. Next came the mittens! I have always felt claustrophobic wearing layers of warm clothing. Mounds of snow didn't alter those feelings.

Staying out in the cold, way past your freezing limit was par for the course. Stiff arms and legs would be reluctantly dragged into the house, like wounded soldiers. One boot at a time would be tugged off by a half smiling parent or grandparent, with their words echoing, "Why didn't you come in sooner?" Now the pain of almost frostbitten toes would have to be managed. Tears would be wiped, and the smell of delicious hot soup would be calling us to the kitchen. The soup would always be either Campbell's Tomato, or my old favorite, Campbell's Green Pea soup. Buttered crackers would be floated on top of my bowl. I used to like to see the designs made by the grease! Yes, I was an odd child. :)

Do you have any memories of your snow days? I'd love to hear about them!

Happy Valentine's Day

2011-02-14T11:08:00.000-06:00

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone! I received the above valentine from sweet Elizabeth, of Bluebird Papercrafts. She graciously hosted a Dolly Dingle Valentine Exchange, and this is the adorable valentine she lovingly exchanged with me. I adore the sentiment of young love depicted here. Such a pretty paper pattern and beautiful flowers. I couldn't help but chuckle, how the paper flowers match my floral bedspread, in the background of photo. I think Spring is in the air!

Pop on over to Bluebird Papercrafts, to see some of the sweetest Valentines ever!

Smokin' Santa!

2010-11-17T06:51:00.002-06:00

HoHoHo...I'm not a smoker, and I know how bad it is for one's health, but who can resist this vintage Santa, peddling cigarettes? Isn't he a cutie pie!

The ad reads: A carton of Camels will bring a happy yuletide smile to any cigarette smoker on your list. These cartons come all dressed up in a strikingly handsome Christmas design with a "gift card" right on top. Remember: More people are smoking Camels than ever before!

Prince Albert Smoking Tobacco-for pipes or roll your own cigarettes - is America's biggest selling tobacco. Smokers know it as the National Joy Smoke because it is so rich tasting, so mild, and easy on the tongue. You'll enjoy giving Prince Albert-in the colorful Christmas wrapped one pound tin.

Now, how is that for advertising! : )

Image originally posted on flickr by Clotho98

Football Fun

2010-11-14T14:00:00.003-06:00

Growing up with an older brother as a sibling, makes for an interesting childhood. The best of both worlds unfolds itself, in the form of being both a girly girl and a tomboy! Surrounded by a family with the love of sports, it was second nature to be comfortable holding the old pigskin. Both my father and grandfather held annual season tickets to the New York Jets football team. Televised football matches were always playing in the background, with holiday dinners scheduled to be served before the start time of games. Full tummies contemplating deserts at half-time.

I'm playing quarterback in the above photo (circa 1966,) requesting my brother to run deep for a pass! Of course, standing close by is my trusty baby stroller, undoubtedly occupied by one of my beloved teddy bears.

Were you a tomboy or a girly girl, or both like me?

Mondays with Mother ~ part 28 ~

2010-11-08T07:55:00.007-06:00

It is bath time this week at Mondays with Mother. Regardless of the shift mom was working, she never failed to be home for bath time. The old claw footed bath tub, was the perfect soaking place for my brother and I. This photograph was taken in 1966. We were exactly 12 months apart, so mom sure had her hands full.

My mother wore aprons all the time. She had many different styles, but the half apron style was her favorite. I, on the other hand, really like the full bib top, rose patterned one she is wearing above. I have searched and searched eBay, to find this exact one with no luck. However, I know it is just a matter of time before I come across it.

Speaking of aprons...I have had the pleasure of participating in Elizabeth's, of Bluebird Papercrafts, Apron Pocket Swap. We were to choose the name of a diner or cafe, make an apron pocket, and include an appetizer recipe. I choose my place's name to be the Kitsch-e Cafe, and the pretty little, high heeled waitress, reminds me of my darling daughter...with her black curly hair. Isn't her little white apron so cute? She is serving some delicious hot coffee. "Would you care for a cup?" "Cream and sugar, darling?" : )

The back of the apron pocket is the perfect designated place to hold our recipes. Each participate was also to identify themselves there. There were 13 participants, and I'm so excited that I will be receiving the other ladie's apron pockets, which I will be proudly hanging in my kitchen!

The appetizer recipe I chose is for Spinach-Bacon Deviled Eggs. I plan on making these for Thanksgiving.

Keep an eye on Elizabeth's blog, to see some more pretty apron pockets.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Dix-Neuf ~

2010-10-29T22:37:00.019-05:00

As I have mentioned in the past, dad and I have taken many holidays together to Ireland. Although "our people" are from there, we don't have any immediate family members currently living in the Emerald Isle. My father's grandfather was a farmer from County Kerry, and immigrated to New York in 1890. Dad never had the pleasure of meeting him, as he passed away before dad was born, but the love of his grandfather's country has definitely been handed down through his genes. My father has always been an avid reader of history, with Celtic history at the top of his list. Although Edward never attended college, I think he missed what might have been his calling in life...a history teacher! We grew up surrounded by hundreds, upon hundreds, of books, many relating to historical topics. So it was such a pleasure to explore many parts of Ireland with my father, over the years. A wealth of fond memories will always be cherished from those journeys.

These two photographs were taken in the town of Adare, in County Limerick about 1994. A pretty place with several rows of thatched cottages, which always make for a good photo op. It was a chilly spring day, and I remember feeling hungry, tired, and cranky. I chose to post the above photo of myself, for the simple reason that I look very much like my beloved mother here. She had that same serious and intense look, on the occasions, when she wasn't wearing a bright smile! ; ) I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend!

The Cat Walker!

2010-10-27T22:17:00.003-05:00

Little Miss Celestial Charms, age 9, has always loved to draw. Knowing how much I love all things vintage, she told me she wanted to draw her version of something vintage, to post on my blog. I smiled, and said "of course you may." So, now that I actually look closely at it, the woman's dress does sort of remind me of popular mini dresses, from the 1960's. Is that just a mother reading a little too much, into her daughters art work? What do you think? ; )

Mondays with Mother ~ part 27 ~

2010-10-25T23:56:00.010-05:00

I spy another vintage wedding party for today's tardy "Mondays with Mother" episode. This was the wedding of my father's sister. The year was approximately 1957, and the place was my grandparent's home in Ozone Park, Queens, New York. My mother and father (both far right) were dating at the time. You see, my mother and my father's sister, became good friends whilst working together for the telephone company, as telephone operators. My parents were introduced through her, and the rest is history! :)

The house where this photo was taken, would come to be my childhood home. It was a two family house, with my paternal grandparents living downstairs, and our family residing upstairs. We shared the same front door entrance, with a common vestibule, and hallway. After walking a few steps, there were 16 stairs connecting by an old fashioned wooden railing, which led you up to our apartment. I used to love to run full speed down the steps, and then make a bold jump about 6 steps before the bottom. It was either that, or slide down the banister at lightening speed. I love the memories of my childhood home, both the good times, and the bad. As I spent over 20 years there, I have memories to last a lifetime!

Miss Gloria

2010-10-24T12:01:00.000-05:00

When one combines a true love of photography, fashion, and vintage, then one cannot resist purchasing snapshots like this one. The real thrill comes when one turns over the photograph to find hints to answers a true reporter would be asking...who, when, and where? Who ~ Miss Gloria Abels. When ~ 1949. Where ~ Mansfield, Ohio. Was she someone famous? Probably not, but a very pretty woman she is. I love her stylish button down dress, with the lovely lace collar. Me thinks that outfit is just a tad on the risque side, as what appears to be Miss Gloria's slip is clearly showing beneath her dress. ; )

Here our Miss Gloria is sitting with another young lady, enjoying a cup of tea, or as I would like to imagine, coffee. This photograph indicates the other woman's name is Bea, I'm assuming that is short for Beatrice. Aren't their shoes just Divine? Even the decorative porcelain lamp thrills me to bits, it doesn't take much when I'm enthralled with a photo. :) Lots of us wonder why these vintage photographs don't rest close to the hearts of their subject's families. It is a sad thought, but that is just another reason I can't resist bidding on them on ebay, or taking them home from a thrift shop. Someone has to cherish them, and I feel honored to do so. Do you have any adopted photos in your mist?

Fall Fondness

2010-10-21T12:00:00.002-05:00

Yesterday, I was sorting through some photographs I took in 2004, whilst we were living in Pennsylvania. Number 1 son was enjoying a day amongst some local horses. If I remember correctly, it was his first time seeing a horse, so he was quite excited. I truly miss the brilliant colors of the fallen leaves, that are such a blessing in many parts of the country. Here in Central Texas, we have more bushes than trees. Fall color is at a minimum here, being replaced with various shades of brown. ; )

My son was just shy of his second birthday in these photographs...hard to believe he was that small!

A brave little boy he was that day, taking his first ever pony ride. His proud daddy, beaming with joy in the background.

In my dreams, I will always see the fall season with brilliant colors!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 26 ~

2010-10-18T10:32:00.003-05:00

I hope everyone had a very enjoyable weekend. This week brings another wedding, here at "Mondays with Mother." The year was approximately 1956, the place Brooklyn, New York. Mom was a bridesmaid at her oldest brother Martin's wedding. He was in the Air Force at the time, and is now happily retired, after serving countless years as a captain, for American Airlines. His beautiful and radiant bride, is my Aunt Lucille.

In case you didn't know, my mother is standing on the right of the bride. If you double click the photograph, you will be able to see the pretty necklaces, and the dainty hair nets, worn by the bridesmaids. I often wonder if my mother ever tired of being the bridesmaid in so many weddings. She never did say, but I suspect that she was thrilled to be asked. My mom's youngest sister, my Aunt Patricia, is the charming young lady on the far left. She was only about 16 years old in this photo. I have always been very close with my Aunt Pat, whom still resides in Brooklyn. Since I was a little girl, she has been that adult that makes you laugh, an easy going, generous soul. Funny, I actually resemble my aunt in looks, more than my own mother. How about you...other than your parents, is there someone else in your family, whose looks have somehow trickled down to you? :)

Window with a View!

2010-10-12T22:14:00.000-05:00

I'm joining the lovely Julie, of The Swedish House, for Tuesday Through...the Window. This photograph was taken from inside the entrance, of one of my favorite local restaurants, here in Central Texas. I was drawn to all the wood, both inside and outside.

Stop by The Swedish House, to view more pretty window views.

Chloe Poses

2010-10-12T12:09:00.002-05:00

It has been some time, since our sweet Chloe has made a blog appearance. Here she is wearing her determined look, ears down flat, and eyes wide open. I had just given her that huge bone, and she was more interested in finding a hiding spot to devour it, than to sit and pose for me. ;) The bone is really too big for her, but I was tired of buying those smaller ones, that take her about an hour to chew away. She is a ferocious chewer, and her material of choice is wood...as in windowsills, chair legs, and the frames of doggie gates. :( What is a mother to do? I tried those natural spice type sprays, that you spray directly on surfaces, but that doesn't seem to faze her. She has lots of toys and things to play with, which I alternate to avoid boredom. Chloe is rarely left alone for long periods of time, but yet, somehow, when my back is turned she chews on something. Any suggestions on how to avoid her chewing us out of house and home? ;(

Here she is frolicking in our backyard, coming awfully close to our prickly pear cactus. Chloe runs laps around them...just for fun!

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Dix-Huit ~

2010-10-08T13:40:00.004-05:00

Now, for those following my Fridays with Father series, this may or may not be a challenge. Lets play find Edward Francis! Hint...think mountain of big curly hair. ; ) You may need to double click to enlarge the image.

The year was 1947. This was Bishop Loughlin High School, in Brooklyn, New York. The photograph was taken of the graduating class, just outside the school doors. Dad attended this all boys, Catholic school. Just look at those hairstyles, and the priceless facial expressions of some students. Those were the days, when people dressed up for class photos, shoes polished, and ties straightened.

My father is located on the top row, fourth boy in from left. Did you guess right? : )

Mondays with Mother ~ part 25 ~

2010-10-05T09:22:00.005-05:00

I'm a bit late for my usual Mondays with Mother posting. It has been one of those weeks! Anyway, as the number of photos of my parent's wedding dwindles down, I was able to pick this one to show you today. In what was once a typical bridal shot, Mom is posing in a sitting position on the floor, surrounded by her bouquet and the bouquets of her bridal party. It doesn't look like a very comfortable endeavor, but I'm glad my mother was a good sport to get the shot.

Where on earth are my manners? After all of these wedding posts, I have committed a faux pas. I should have presented you with an official invitation from the very start. I sincerely apologize! ; ) Anyway, there was no need to RSVP, I knew you would all attend if that were only possible. :) Maybe someday, there will be a time machine, to go back and attend blessed events that we did not attend.

Do you still have a copy of your own wedding invitation, or that of your parents? I don't have any for my grandparents, although I really wish I did.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Dix-Sept ~

2010-10-01T12:04:00.001-05:00

Happy October, dear friends! Today's Fridays with Father, I have chosen a photo taken in 1957, when my father was at the ripe age of 27. He is holding my cousin Martin. This photo reminds me of some of those shots taken by the paparazzi, whilst the pursued is half attempting to dodge the cameras. :)

I'm really liking my father's tweed coat here. Tweed was extremely popular in the 1950's, and tweed has always been a staple in my father's wardrobe. Now that I live in sunny and warm Texas, I miss having a large selection of winter tweeds. Are you a fan of tweed?

Mondays with Mother ~ part 24 ~

2010-09-27T07:00:00.010-05:00

Did you think I exhausted my stash of vintage wedding photos? Well, not quite yet! Here is my beloved mother Charlotte, at yet another friend's wedding. This photograph is circa 1960. Mom is the lovely lady on the far right, with the warm, bright smile. She was about 22 years of age at the time.

The wedding photograph has bit of a Southern touch to me. A wedding taking place in Savannah, Georgia perhaps. I'm half expecting a waiter to appear with a tray full of icy mint juleps, to cool the rather parched wedding party. Alas, no...we are in the ever present borough of Brooklyn, New York. I wish I knew what color these pretty feminine, flowing gowns were. I'm imagining a soft pastel yellow. What color would you imagine them to be?

Mondays with Mother ~ part 23 ~

2010-09-19T23:00:00.005-05:00

It was New York, in the summer of 1968. Relatives were gathered for a BBQ. The women spent much of their time setting out the food, and making sure everyone was comfortable. The men were conversing on the other side of the backyard, beer in one hand; pipes, cigars, or cigarettes in the other. The smell of lighting fluid soaked, charcoal briquettes filled the air. We knew it was just a matter of time, before the hamburgers and hot dogs would be ready for their buns. Hands reaching for yellow plastic mustard bottles, relish in the jar, and Heinz Ketchup looked like an arm wrestling match was about to begin. But wait, my dad insists this would be the right moment to gather the women for a photo opportunity!

From left to right: My Aunt Rose, mom, my paternal grandmother Nanny Kitty, and Aunt Rose's daughter Margaret Ann. Aunt Rose was Nanny Kitty's baby sister, and there was a 10 year age difference.

I love that they are all smiling, and enjoying a stolen moment.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Seize ~

2010-09-17T11:20:00.005-05:00

I can't believe how fast Fridays seem to come. Weeks are flying by and the season is soon to change. One thing that is never out of season...is a wedding of course. :) This Fridays with Father, takes us to another 1950's era wedding. Here dad is a groomsman at a friends wedding, standing on the top row, second from left. I really like how the whole wedding party are flashing their smiles. It's almost like the photographer made a joke, and then clicked at the very moment he uttered the punchline.

I admire the way the photographer positioned the bride. The bottom of her gown, wrapped flowing in front of her, with her head tilted to one side, and her body slightly leaning in the other direction...she truly pops in this photograph. If this were an opening scene to a vintage musical, I could almost imagine the moment when the music would crescendo, these children would step aside, and the bride would make one large sashay step out, and start performing like this.....

Now, some of you might say the bride in my photograph reminds you of Elizabeth Taylor, in the film "Father of the Bride." Well, yes I can see that. However, if you know me, I tend to have a rather vivid imagination! ;)

Have a wonderful weekend!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 22 ~

2010-09-13T20:43:00.008-05:00

This week with "Mondays with Mother," I thought it would be fun to show a vintage wedding photo other than my parent's photos. As I mentioned previously, the collection of photos I have of my mom are most wedding photos. Here we see her appear as one of many bridesmaids for her friend's wedding. Unfortunately, I do not know any of the other lovely people in this photo, but my mother is standing on the far right. I'm guessing this wedding photograph was taken about 1958. What a long day it must have been for those four little ones. Talk about stress!

You all know how much I love the 1950's, and I have several more of these "always a bridesmaid" photos to come. So do tell...what is your favorite decade to see represented in photos?

The Autumn Kerchief

2010-09-08T11:44:00.002-05:00

As the Autumnal season is right around the corner, I'm in the mood to look back at at a particular vintage accessory. Yes, the always handy and practical kerchief, which was a staple of some 1960's fashions. The above photo was taken of my brother and I in 1967 in our backyard in Queens County, New York. I'm sporting my one of my mother's many kerchiefs. As the autumn wind whipped the leaves from the trees, the task of raking the ground was bestowed upon us. That is a nice way of saying "child labor!" ;)

Well, one must look stylish even in the most harsh of conditions. :)

photo credit: so vintage pattern .com

Of course, in the Springtime, you might have caught me in one of those pretty matching outfits, shown in the above 1960's pattern illustrations.

However, in the Fall, I was more likely to appear as if I was wearing your Grandmother's babuska!

photo credit Ravenhill

Now, speaking of babushkas....

I surely don't look as fabulous as these pretty Matryoshka Dolls, made by the talented Emily Ross of Ravenhill blog. Emily creates these beauties at her home in Oslo, Norway. You can see more creations at her Etsy Shop or on Flickr.

Mondays with Mother ~ part 21 ~

2010-09-06T10:40:00.002-05:00

Mom always enjoyed her visits to family and friends. In this 1957 photograph, my mother is with some of her sister's family through marriage. (Mom is on the top, right side) Social gatherings often became a little brighter when she entered a room. The combination of her beautiful aura, that glowed from the inside out, and her overall positive attitude, made everyone present feel at ease. An old soul, who was years ahead of her time on this Earth, Charlotte did not waste precious time on frivolous gossip. I believe deep down, she knew her time here would be brief, and therefore she was determined to touch as many people as possible. I believe in angels, and I truly feel she was an angel to many. :)

On a lighter note, don't you just love the fashion styles from the 1950's? The dresses have always appealed to me, probably because my mother continued to wear them into the late 60's. ;)

The 50's decor is another of my favorites things. Just look at those pretty lampshades, and wicker furniture is always timeless.

Thank you for allowing me to share my happy thoughts and memories with you. I find such pleasure doing so.

Have a wonderful Monday, my dear friends.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Quinze ~

2010-09-03T10:45:00.003-05:00

In the month of June 1962, when my brother Kevin arrived, my father was finally given the opportunity to embrace fatherhood in all it's glory, at the age of thirty-three. It was a bit of a struggle to reach that point, as my darling mother previously had a miscarriage at 5 months, and they suffered the loss of a premature baby boy named Timothy Joseph at 7 days old. So now, exhausted and sitting on a chair with his 5 o'clock shadow, my dad glows with pride whilst holding his precious bundle of joy. A newborn lovingly searching for his father's face, a bond that has flourished for the past forty-seven years. The shared love for the sport of football cemented that link over time.

Funny, I never noticed until I enlarged this photo, that they are both wearing nautical styled outfits. Dad wearing little yellow, brown, and orange sailboats, while my brother sports a sailor type baby outfit. I'm not sure if that was intentional, but that is another sweet aspect to this photograph.

Unfortunately, the outfit my brother is wearing did not get handed down throughout the years. However, happily it's matching red stripped one did survive. I'm amazed at the fine condition it is in for being almost a half a century old. I'm only missing the little cotton belt that went around the belt loops. I'm saving this outfit for my someday future grandson...many years down the road! ;)

Childish Emotions

2010-08-31T08:10:00.001-05:00

As far back as I can remember, my Father always had a camera swung around his shoulder or hanging upon his neck. For many years, he never went anywhere without his equipment and I was always within camera shot. My brother never seemed quite comfortable in front of the camera. Maybe he was a bit shy. I never had that problem, as I was quite the ham. My paternal grandmother used to affectionately mention, that she considered me to be the true meaning behind the definition of "imp." As a result of my flair for the over dramatic, my Dad would often have to remind me to "please, just act normal!" before snapping away. He uttered those words again, right before taking these series of photos, days before my 5th birthday in 1968.

Wow, I must be reliving my 4 year old spelling skills too..just noticed how I spelt "Thinking" in the photo above...holy cow! I'm not going to even attempt to fix that one. ;)

My Dad has handed down his love of photography and his collection of beloved cameras to me. I must take a photo of them soon, to share with you here. Vintage cameras and vintage memories...a most wonderful mix. :) Were there any photography enthusiasts in your family?

Mondays with Mother ~ part 20 ~

2010-08-30T07:15:00.039-05:00

I know what you may be thinking, not another wedding photo! ;)

I must admit, most of my "Mondays with Mother" series does include a large amount of nuptual pictures. Truth be told, I don't have a great deal of other photos of my Mom. She wasn't much for posing in front of the camera, but I sure do have lots of these to share. I look at it this way; what better photographs to have, than wedding pictures? After all, it is usually one of the happiest days of our lives. I love the way the waitress in the apron is taking a moment to gaze at my parents's first dance.

Funny, I'm not sure how my Mom would react to my posting her photos this way...if she were alive. My guess is she might not have been too comfortable, as she was a rather private person. However, I somehow get the feeling she would be proud deep down, that I would pay tribute to her in this way.

I'll never forget, one day when I was about 13 years old, I picked up my parent's framed wedding portrait that sat on my Mom's dresser. As I held it in my hands, I said to her "Mommy, you were the most beautiful bride." She looked at me with such love and had the biggest smile on her face, and said, "Thank you, that is so nice of you to say." But the way she said it, it was as if she didn't really believe that to be true. So I said it again, "No really Mom, you made the most beautiful bride." It was one of those Ah Ha moments, where she finally felt it to be true...only because I said it was so. That's an example of one part of our wonderful relationship. Close, complicated, mysterious...there were a few moments when I sometimes felt like the parent, and she the child. I feel as if I have that same type of relationship with my darling daughter. Even at nine years old, she is at times wiser than I. Strange that! Is that sometimes typical of Mother/Daughter relationships? Please tell me some of you have had similar thoughts...so I don't think I'm a bit...off! ;)

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Quatorze

2010-08-27T10:15:00.003-05:00

This week for "Fridays with Father," instead of going back to the 1950's or 1960's, I thought we might reminisce about the 1990's. In 1996, my dad and I took a wonderful holiday to Greece. I had been to this beautiful country many times before that, so I wanted to show my Dad what a fabulous place it was. We took a motor coach tour of many regions of Greece for the first week, and then we embarked on a week long cruise of the Greek Islands. The above photo was taken at a dinner on the cruise.

Here we are just outside of Athens, posing with one of the traditional Greek dancers that entertained us one evening. Dad seems a bit mesmerized by this man's shoes. :)

There is nothing like a vacation to make the most beautiful of memories. I'll always treasure the many times "on the road" with my Father.

On a sad note, my Father recently fell down and broke his hip. He is currently in a rehabilitation facility in Connecticut, trying to get back on his feet. Dad lives in CT with my brother and his family. I feel bad that he is so many miles away from us in Texas. It must be such a challenge, to bounce back from such an injury when you are 81 years old. However, I am blessed that just before his fall, the children and I visited him in Connecticut for two weeks. We had an adventurous journey there and back by train, traveling on 3 Amtrak trains each way. Nine year old Miss "O" and seven year old Master "R" were thrilled to try a different mode of transportation, even though it took us 2.5 days to get there. Mommy was a nervous wreck, but all worked out in the end. ;) Have a wonderful weekend!

Kitty Cowgirl ~ WoooHooo

2010-08-26T09:15:00.001-05:00

What can I say? We live in Texas! Of course, Queenie (mother of Thomasina, in post below) wants to be a cowgirl.

I guess I'll have to teach her how to hold the reins.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Girls will be Girls!

2010-08-23T11:08:00.002-05:00

I don't particularly like when pets are subjected to the latest trends in fashion ;)

However, nine year old darling daughter "O" doesn't quite agree. "But Mommy, she wants to wear this...pink is her favorite color." "O" may have a point, as girls will be girls. Photo taken of our little Thomasina last year. She came from humble beginnings, born under a pile of rocks in our backyard. My, my how far she has come. :) A princess on her throne!

Halloween Banner Fun

2010-08-20T20:10:00.001-05:00

Darling Elizabeth from Creative Breathing, always makes the cutest creations. She is currently sharing a tutorial on making a Halloween paper craft banner. I can't count how many times I've told myself that I must attempt some of her projects. Well, finally I set time aside to try. This is the front side of my first tag, starting with the letter H. There is still a couple of embellishments I will be adding to it, but I wanted to post what I accomplished so far. I had lots of fun following Elizabeth's directions, which can be found here.

This is a picture of the back side. Won't you tag along too?

Have a wonderful weekend!

Teddy Bear Love

2010-08-17T14:00:00.002-05:00

"Wake in the deepest dark of night and hear the driving rain. Reach out a hand and take a paw and go to sleep again." - Charlotte Gray

There is no love, like the love of a teddy bear. My first thoughts of love were directed at this cuddly, furry fellow, whom was always there for me. Every waking hour, every night's dreams. Teddy was his name, forever etched upon my heart and mind. It was a close tie between being comforted by my best bear, or my thumb of choice. Sometimes I did not need to choose, as I was able to have both. Above is a photo taken of me in 1966, at three years old. Teddy was with me for another 35 years, until he could comfort no more. His tired body needed to rest. He taught me compassion, love, and companionship. Therefore, he will forever be a part of me ;)

I'd love to hear from anyone else who had a beloved teddy bear. I'm sure there are many of us.

Doggie Hugs

2010-08-12T11:48:00.001-05:00

Yesterday, I posted some photos of Chloe, our West Highland Terrier. So today, I seem to be once again in the mood for all things canine. This photo was taken in 1950. This cute little child is non other than my darling hubby, and was taken in Acapulco, Mexico. His family had several Great Danes that they cared for, and hubby loved them dearly. This particular one was named "King." Appropriate name, wouldn't you say?

Great Danes are beautiful, but I can't imagine having such a huge dog in my own home.

Puppy Growing Pains

2010-08-11T14:45:00.000-05:00

It has been quite a while that Chloe has been featured on my blog. So, I thought I would post a few photos of her growth spurt over the last few months. In the photograph above, she was 3 months old...playing with her favorite toy.

At 5 months (above) my little fluff ball has moved on to chewing raw hide bones. This had been her favorite resting place, on the bottom level of our glass coffee table.

Finally, she poses for us today in her fashionable collar, courtesy of our vets office. Chloe just turned 8 months old and is recovering from her spay operation. It pains me to make her wear it, but just 6 more days until her stitches are removed. I bet she is counting the hours!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 19 ~

2010-07-12T18:00:00.010-05:00

This part of "Mondays with Mother" takes us back again to my parents wedding day in 1959. Oh, the cake, the lovely cake. As a lover of baking and eating cakes, I often imagined what that cake tasted like. Of course, with Mom no longer with us, I suppose I will never know. Most Fathers don't remember details such as that, and my Dad is no exception. I'm sure my Mom would have been able to tell me exactly whether the inside was vanilla or chocolate...if the icing was whipped or butter cream, and the precise kind of inside filling.

I must say, that I do take comfort with the fact that at the very least, I have these wonderful photos to admire. They allow me to have a glimpse into the past, and to savour their special moments.

A wonderful gift, indeed!

Does anyone else have a photo of their parents wedding cake? If so, do you know any of the tasty details?

My inquiring mind, wants to know :)

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Treize ~

2010-07-09T14:00:00.006-05:00

It has been almost 4 months since my last blog post, and I'm very happy to be back. I feel refreshed, healthy, rejuvenated and I'm looking forward to revisiting all your lovely blogs. Thanks for all of your kind thoughts and comments during my absence, as they were greatly appreciated.

This "Fridays with Father" posting takes place in the Spring of 1966. Dad is once again, wearing one of his beloved button down plaid shirts. We are posing in our living room on our super comfortable light brown couch, which was covered with a very soft tweed material. The white walls behind us, were machine speckled with gold paint, which was a very popular decorating technique at the time. Nowadays, you can achieve the same effect with a special roller, from any DIY store. The prominent pole in front of the window venetian blinds, although ugly, served a great purpose. It was part of the steam heating system, that kept us warm during the cold winters. Of course, we had to take great care not to touch the darn things when they were hot!

My favorite part of this photo, is how I am gently resting my hand on the head of our giant red, blow mold, plastic Porky Pig bank. OK, it was only about 15 inches long, but that sure did appear to be huge to an almost 3 year old :)

Funny, how we thought things were larger than life back then!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 18 ~

2010-03-16T09:40:00.005-05:00

I'm behind my time, again. Here it is Tuesday, and I'm only posting today. Life has been busy, and poor "Fridays with Father" has been missing in action. I will try to make up for that this week. Sorry, if I haven't been visiting your lovely blogs as often recently...I shall repent ;)

My mother was one of six children. She was blessed with being a part of a family of three sisters and three brothers. Here are the three sisters appearing in a photo taken in 1964. From the left, my mom's youngest sister Patricia, affectionately known as Aunt Pat or Aunt Patsy. My mom (Charlotte) is in the middle, and my mom's oldest sister, Aunt Eileen is on the right.

I always wondered what it would be like to have so many siblings. It was always just my brother and I, growing up together. I often longed for a larger family, secretly hoping some day my mother would announce, that a new bundle of joy was soon to arrive. That didn't happen, but I did get to experience what it was like to be in a large family, by absorbing my mother's memories of her childhood. As the three sister's were very close in age, there were always stories of how they would ~~steal~~ borrow each other's outfits. How very different their personalities were...my mom very shy, my Aunt Eileen so confident and outgoing, my Aunt Pat so fun to be around and very pretty. When I was older, I always admired how the three sisters were never in competition with each other. Each were truly happy when any one sister had reason to celebrate. Even more importantly, each were there for one another, when life's difficulties came knocking on their doors. How wonderful it must be, to have a sister. Well, at least I am a sister to someone...and I have the joy of having a brother. Who can ask for anything more?

Mondays with Mother ~ part 17 ~

2010-03-09T14:00:00.004-06:00

This week for Mondays with Mother we will return to my parents wedding in 1959. Here Charlotte and Edward are making their grand entrance into the reception room. I can almost here the announcer say, "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce, for the very first time as husband and wife...Mr. and Mrs. Edward Connolly." I just love the expression on my mom's face. A look of exuberance, joy, and anticipation, as she appears to catch the photographer as he snaps away. I admire an action shot such as this because one can actually feel the energy that was captured.

Upon further examination of this photo, something struck me as unusual. Based on the weddings I have ever attended, the wedding attendants are always introduced before the bride and groom. At my parents wedding, this photo would indicate that the opposite occurred here. I'm not sure if that was the usual past custom or not, but I find that interesting.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Douze ~

2010-03-06T15:44:00.000-06:00

Well, I'm a day late with my Fridays with Father. What else is new. I'm always late. During Dickensian times, people would refer to that as "being behind my time." Doesn't that sound so much more acceptable?

Back to the year 1966. So many of our photos are from when I was 3-6 years old. So here is another photo with my Dad and brother. I'm just shy of 4 years old here, and my Mom would have been taking the photo. I do cherish all of these snapshots, because photo are all we have. There are no videos from when I was young, no voices to replay. Oddly enough, I do remember almost all of the times when these photos were taken, even though most of them were just candid shots and not representative of special family occassions. There may be hundreds of photos, and I can recall posing for practically all of them. I always felt relaxed in front of the camera, probably because my father was very into photography. I didn't mind being his model, whereas I don't think my brother was as enthusiastic. So looking back, I sure am happy that I was a willing and happy participate in his hobby.

Mondays with Mother ~ part 16 ~

2010-03-01T22:30:00.001-06:00

In the past, I have shared with you many photos of my parent's wedding. So for this Mondays with Mother, we will go back, once again, to 1959. This is the group shot of my mother's side of the family. Her two sisters were bridesmaids and their husbands are standing behind them. My grandmother and grandfather are to the right of her. Mom's youngest brother is to the far right, and her two other brothers are to the far left, with her brother's wife sitting in front of him.

This badly damaged snapshot is the same pose, only in color. A family member took this shot. It is the only color photo I have of their wedding day. I love how the girls in the wedding party all wore different colors. I'm not sure what material the dresses were, but even my grandmother seems to fit right in with the rainbow wedding theme. There was one other bridesmaid in their party, and sadly I don't know what color dress she wore. Wouldn't it be nice, to somehow go back in time before you were born, to be able to see your parent's entire wedding? Most of our parents were married pre video days, so I'm at least happy to be blessed with many precious photos from that special day. I'll just use my imagination to fill in the rest of the details ;-)

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Onze ~

2010-02-26T17:30:00.023-06:00

This weeks episode of Fridays with Father, takes place in the year of 1967. I would have just turned 4 years old. The photograph was taken in our backyard. It is difficult to notice in a black and white photo, but Dad is wearing one of his many plaid shirts. I know plaid was very vogue in the 60's, but my Father never stopped wearing plaid in the following decade, or any time for that matter. Plaid shirts, plaid blazers, plaid caps, and especially plaid pants.

For all the plaid he wore, you would think he was a proud Scotsman showing off his clan tartan. No, no Scots blood flows in his veins. He just never met a plaid pattern he didn't like, and he was not averse to mixing plaid patterns either. Lets just say, at times the clans were in conflict. ;)

Needless to say, what's good for him, is good for the rest of the family too. The plaid piper appeared often, amongst my childhood wardrobe. Here I'm modeling for Burberry Kids. :) Actually, I think I'm channeling my inner Sherlock Holmes. All I need is my magnifying glass ;-)

No wonder I couldn't resist these two plaid bags, at Walmart the other day. They were on clearance for $5.00 each. The plaid piper strikes again, and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 15 ~

2010-02-22T11:25:00.009-06:00

This week with "Mondays with Mother" takes us back to the year 1973. This would be my parents first and only cruise together. The one week cruise departed New York City and their destination was the Bahamas. In the photo above, Mom and Dad are meeting the captain and crew, prior to dinner. Mom is wearing a 1970's long skirt with an attached bodice, that included a long pointed white collar. Dad is sporting a single breasted black tuxedo, with a typical satin stripe down the outside trouser leg, and black bow tie.

The biggest thrill for me, was to be able to go aboard the ship, whilst my parents settled in to their cabin. In those days, guests were permitted to come aboard prior to the ship's departure. I was completely dazzled by the excitement and vastness of my surroundings. At that very moment, this 10 year old girl, was bitten with the travel bug. It would be about 11 years later, that I started my own travel journeys, to places far and wide.

At this time, my mother's hair color was a strawberry blond. I bet you, dollars to donuts, Mom just finished with her appointment at the ship's hair salon, prior to her appearance for evening cocktails. You know how the woman wore their hair back then, perfectly coiffed. The people to their right are other unnamed ship passengers. I'm oddly enough, liking that gentleman's suit jacket. A mighty spiffy design! It must have taken lots of confidence to wear that. ;-)

Their souvenir photo jacket above, is putting me in the mood for a vacation....to anywhere. I would love to cruise the narrow canals of Europe, on a barge. That seems like it would be very relaxing and picturesque. If given the chance, where would your dream cruise take you? Or, do you never want to take a cruise for various reasons? I'd love to know...

Mondays with Mother ~ Part 14 ~

2010-02-15T18:00:00.013-06:00

How many of us have memories of our Mothers patiently fixing our hair? This photo was taken in 1968, and as you know, the 1960's were all about the hair barrette. I remember the pain involved in gathering of enough hair on top of one's head, and the inevitable clamping down of the hard plastic teeth on my scalp. Mom wore her share of barrettes during that time, too.

Presently, my daughter has a large selection of barrettes and other hair accessories. She keeps them in a plastic carry container with an enclosed pink tray. She loves to spend lots of time in front of the mirror, every morning....trying on different clips, barrettes, and headbands, to get just the "right" look. She is an independent 8 year old. Never the need for Mom's help, in the hair department. :-(

Above is darling daughter's hair accessories box.

Well, at least 3 month old Chloe needs some help from Mommy. Only, this help was definitely not appreciated, as evident from her look of displeasure. "C'est la vie."

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Dix ~

2010-02-12T10:10:00.003-06:00

This post of "Friday's with Father" takes us to the year 1967. Dad would be forty years old, my brother was four, and I was three. We are posing on a bench at our local park.

Dad is wearing his trusty brown suede jacket, the one that he would eventually own for about 35 years. Believe it or not, I can still remember the smell from his jacket. Suede has such a distinct aroma, lovely when it is dry, but a nasty smell when it gets wet from the rain. ;-) My sense of smell has always been very acute, even to this day. I have many memories based upon common smells, and it only takes a current whiff, to transport me back. I also recall the softness, not of the suede part of the jacket, but of the cotton, ribbed cuffs at the neck and the bottom of the sleeves.

Do you have many childhood memories relating to smells? Funny question yes, but inquiring minds want to know!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 13 ~

2010-02-08T16:13:00.010-06:00

I call this photo "The Kiss." The year is 1968, and the location is our backyard in Queens County, New York. My brother and I were spending time playing at our adjoining neighbor's backyard, hence the chain link fence separating them. It was time for my mother to leave for work, and it was always a ritual for us to kiss her goodbye before she departed.

One day when I was 6 years old, I became engrossed in playing games with a friend on our block and lost track of time. Apparently, my mom was running late for work and earnestly searched for me to kiss goodbye. Her admirable commitment to not being tardy, meant that she had to leave without the kiss. When I became aware that she had already departed without kissing me goodbye, I turned into a crying, hysterical, and devastated little girl. I created such a scene, that a kind woman stranger that was passing by, tried her best to make me feel better by giving me a big hug. It didn't work, I was inconsolable. At the time, I just couldn't believe my mother would leave without kissing me. What else would a 6 year old's mind believe? After all, doesn't the world just revolve around you at that age? A true case of separation anxiety. A feeling I can remember so vividly to this very day. It's no wonder I choose to home school my children, and spend my every waking moment enjoying life with them. Amen to that! I know my mother had the very best of intentions by choosing to work full time, and I have the very same best intentions in choosing not to work. Funny, how life decisions are so deeply rooted in our childhood. :)

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Nuef ~

2010-02-05T20:31:00.000-06:00

This "Fridays with Father" takes us back to 1935 in Brooklyn, New York. This would be a typical first grade school photo. The spots that appear on my father's face are not the measles, or the chicken pox, nor acne, nor spots due to the age of the photo. No these are simply freckles. Really big freckles.

As a child, I did not escape the dreaded spots. They not only appeared on my face, but all over me. Although many people would comment on how cute they looked, I certainly did not appreciate being afflicted with freckles. Even today, if I'm in the sun for more that 10 minutes...out they pop. They might only be visible for a short time, but there is no escaping them. Lathering on globs of sunscreen doesn't avoid them either. So, I have just grown accustomed to them. I now wear them proudly as a badge of honor, and a reminder that I am a product of deep Irish roots in which freckles are a given.

The Egg Cup

2010-02-04T11:35:00.002-06:00

Memories are often recalled from thinking about objects from our past. Not many of my childhood items have survived over the years, so the ones that have are deeply cherished. The above eggcup is one such survivor. We originally had a set of four in our kitchen cupboard. These were wooden bottoms with ceramic tops, decorated with a rose pattern transfer, skillfully made in Japan. Most likely my Mother purched them in Woolworths, as many of our kitchen items were at the time. I remember countless mornings, enjoying soft boiled eggs and toast. Some areas of the world refer to this as "runny eggs and soldiers." Whatever the expression, after each bite of buttered dipped toast into egg, I performed the ritual of adding a dash of salt. I never used pepper as a child, but salt was my best friend. :)

Of course, as children, kitchen items would take on a whole new meaning. What should just be an egg cup, turns conveniently into drinking vessels for little nimble hands. Childhood imagination often takes flight in one's kitchen. Pictured above are myself, my cousin, and my brother. The entire egg cup set being saluted. "Cheers."

Mondays with Mother ~ part 12 ~

2010-02-01T14:30:00.006-06:00

This week of "Mondays with Mother" brings us back to the year 1970. Mom is pictured with her younger brother Timothy. My Uncle Tim was ten years younger than his sister Charlotte. Mom was 34 years old here, and her brother was 24. They definitely bare a family resemblance, especially around the nose, and mouth. I think this photo could pass for a vintage toothpaste ad, what do you think?

The hairstyle and hair color my mother has here is the way I mostly remember her. The blond thick hair piled high on her head, with whisps of hair cascading over her forehead. Her big smile and beautiful twinkling blue eyes are always there, when I close my eyes and conjure up her image in my mind. I think, no matter what age our parents live to be, we always seem to remember their image from our early childhood. Now that I think about it, that can apply even to the living. Funny, my Uncle Tim is presently in his 60's, and I always think of him with a dark moustache and sideburns ;)

Time has a way of standing still, freezing images in one's mind.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Huit ~

2010-01-29T12:45:00.005-06:00

Let's play spin the year wheel! This week of Fridays with Father, lands on the year 1944. Dad is standing with his father (my Grandfather) on a Brooklyn, New York sidewalk. It appeared to be a blustery day, as evident from the movement of their ties, and the folds of pants clinging to their legs. My grandfather was on leave from the Navy at that time. Dad would be about 16 years old here and my grandfather, affectionately known as Papa, was forty years of age. There is something charming about a sailor's uniform. I love the big, blue, achor engraved buttons on their navy blue pea coats and their tilted, Pillsbury Doughboy looking hats. ;)

Papa was unexpectedly drafted during WWII, at the age of 39. He thought because of his older age, he would somehow be bypassed. With draft notice in hand, down he went to the local draft office. The officials in charge went row by row, assigning what branch of service was to be their destiny. Papa was sitting in the now assigned Navy row. The row in front were chosen for the Army. He became a proud Navy man, and his much younger comrades began to call him "Pops." I'm sure he became quite the cool Father figure, to many of his fellow ship mates. My Papa's adult personality was described as that of a "big kid." Much to my father's embarrasment, my grandfather would think nothing of joining in on a game of stick ball, between my father and his friends, on the street outside their apartment. Dad has always been the more studious type, deeply into reading anything he could get his hands on. I don't ever remember not seeing my father without a book in hand. On the other hand, I don't ever remember seeing my grandfather with a book in hand! My grandfather was a much more social person, and thank God, he returned safely from his service after WWII ended. I, therefore, was able to enjoy many happy years getting to know him well.

The Adventures of Chloe

2010-01-25T11:30:00.002-06:00

The new member of our family has finally arrived. We welcomed her a few days ago, as it was time to separate her from her mom. We are estatic to have her in our lives, but I must admit it has been a bit overwhelming. I'm completely exhaused trying to keep up with her. I feel like I have just taken home a newborn baby, with no time to even think. I try to accomplish things around the house and on the computer while she is napping. I wish I could be on the fast track to her teenage years already!

You see, I have always been a cat person. I've raised many a kitten over the years, and once they find their litter box, you are basically all set. As this is our first puppy, I realize they are a whole different story. I'm doing the crate training thing and the puppy pads nearby. I know in a few months all will be much more tame and normal and I'm looking forward to that. Meanwhile, when I get a little frustrated with it all, I just take a moment to look at her....and smile! Let the aventure begin!

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Sept ~

2010-01-22T19:00:00.014-06:00

This edition of "Fridays with Father" takes place in the year 1951. Dad is standing outside his Brooklyn, New York apartment with his little cousin, Margaret Ann. Isn't she just darling, with her pretty coat, hat, and muff? Dad didn't have that many cousins, growing up, but those cousins lived within a very close proximity to eachother. You didn't need to take public transportation to visit one's relatives, they were inevitably within a short walking distance.

Here we see a fine example of the beautiful, ornate, ironworks of a typical Brooklyn stoop. If you look closely, you can even see what appears to be an old horse hitching post, on the bottom left hand side. How romantic, to think of horses traveling down the streets of Brooklyn. I envision scenes of the movie "The Age of Innocence" based on the Edith Wharton novel. Funny, how thoughts connect from one fragment to the next, with the help of a visual image.

Mondays with Mother ~ part 11 ~

2010-01-18T13:00:00.006-06:00

This episode of Mondays with Mother takes us back to our kitchen in 1968. Mom appears to be in a rather cheerful mood, while posing for the camera. I actually remember that day. My cousin (middle) came to visit, and we were busy blowing up balloons just for fun.

Mom was cooking on the stove, but took a moment to be in the photo. This was the smile I mentioned before, that would brighten up any room. Mom had an aura about her that commanded unintentional attention. She was a bit shy, but comfortable in her own skin. Mom was only 5'2" tall, but appeared much taller than that. You could always add a few inches to her height, when you took into account the latest puffed up hair styles, and the heels she wore to work. I'm really into the hair style mom is wearing in this week's photo. It looks like a carefree style, with lots of volume on top...which I'm sure took a trip to the beauty parlor and many minutes of hair teasing to achieve.

Not to mention the bottles and bottles of hairspray like the one above, used to keep every strand of hair in place. I never liked that horrible smell of the aerosol sprays, which hung so heavy in the air. What a woman must endure for beauty!

Photo image courtesy of Flickr member Christian Montone.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Six ~

2010-01-15T18:15:00.005-06:00

This edition of "Fridays with Father" takes us back to the year 1952. The country is Korea. Dad enlisted in the 11th Airborne Division of the Army, prior to the Korean war. Here we see him standing in front of a Jeep, and if you look closely, you can see a cigar hanging from his mouth. I've seen many of Dad's photos from his Army days, and many of them show his collegues posing with cigars. I don't even think many of them were smoked. It seemed more like a photo prop, than an actual bad habit. A way to appear more cool and relaxed, than their normal demeanors would portray.

Dad never smoked cigarettes over the years, but he did have an attraction to pipe smoking. Happily, that habit only lasted a few years. Oddly, I used to like the sweet smell of a burning pipe. I remember cleaning out his pipes with pipe cleaners, when I was a child. Now the only time I come in contact with a pipe cleaner, is when happily crafting. ;)

Mondays with Mother ~ part 10 ~

2010-01-11T14:00:00.010-06:00

This photograph I posted for my "Mondays with Mother" travels back to the year 1967. Here we revisit our beloved red Volkswagen Beetle which was parked in the alleyway, outside of our garage. Mom intently poses for the camera, while my brother and I seem somewhat preoccupied.

I always admired Mom's oatmeal colored, three quarter sleeved, tweed coat that was adorned with big round, brown leather buttons. Her clothing style was neat and classy, just like her personality. Mom would rather spend a large sum of money on one quality traditional clothing item, than have many of the cheaper made current fashions. When I was a teenager, she would repeat the mantra, "You always need to have at least one very nice black skirt or dress in your closet, no matter what other clothes you buy." I, on the other hand, was drawn to whatever passed for the current tacky style of my day. There would never be a place for a classy black dress in my closet, at least not until I reached my mid 20's. After all, doesn't everyone just store in the back of our minds, the constant advise from our own mothers? Time has taught me, one inevitably heeds those given suggestions...when the time is right. So when I find myself giving any kind of advice to my 8 year old daughter's seemingly deaf ears, I find it comforting to know she is indeed listening, and storing my words for future thoughts and actions. A sort of mother/daughter washing machine's second rinse cycle of thoughts, if you will. Then the advise is followed over the years, like the deliberate taking off of one clothespin at a time, from the laundry line of life.

I do not know what became of my mother's tweed coat, but I do have one of the vintage buttons from it (pictured above.) Mom always saved buttons, and I have always had a fondness for them. As a child I enjoyed touching and examining the different colors and textures of her collection.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Cinq ~

2010-01-08T15:35:00.003-06:00

This post of "Fridays with Father" series, takes us back to 1963 in Brooklyn, New York. Dad is proudly holding my then nine month old brother Kevin. Don't you just love the cute little hat he is wearing. We lived the first couple of years of our lives in Brooklyn, on the border of Queens County.

The neighborhood was called City Line, and the great area for shopping was located along Liberty Avenue. There was the beloved Woolworths, which had the best greasy grilled cheese sandwiches at it's lunch counter, not to mention the reasonably priced toy aisle. Next door was a brightly colored luncheonette called "The Busy Bee." We would often stop there for a quick hamburger. Dad and Mom would take us to the Stride Rite shoe store, for all our footwear needs. I fondly recall a clothing shop called Bernards, which sold quality children's clothes and more importantly to me, had a 5 cent automatic pony ride outside it's doors. Small children can be bribed to go from one shop to the next, as long as there is a whispered promise of a ride on a beautifully painted horse, fully equipped with hanging stirrups. To be jostled about for those few minutes on a saddle, was the ultimate urban cowboy childhood thrill. I can overhear myself excitedly pleading, "Please Daddy, put another nickel in the horsie, pleeeeeez," as the horse slowed his pace to a dreaded standstill. The photo below is a classic example of one such horsie ride.

photo credit from Flickr member anniebee

Blueberry Zucchini Bread

2010-01-07T10:30:00.005-06:00

It is a cloudy and cold day, with a wind chill temperture expected to reach 6*F this evening. That temperature may not seem so cold to my many Canadian friends, or those Americans living in the North, however here in Central Texas, that is bone chillin weather. So my oven is preheating to make this delicious Blueberry Zucchini Bread. You will smell the most pleasing aroma throughout your home as this is baking. I have also made this many times without blueberries, and it tastes just as pleasant.

The recipe can be found at Allrecipes.com.

I always make it a little healthier by tweeking the following: replace the one cup of vegetable oil with a combination of 1/2 cup oil, and 1/2 cup unsweetened apple sauce. I also cut back on the stated 2 1/4 cups of sugar with 3/4 cup of white sugar, and 1 cup of brown sugar.

I came across this drawing that my darling daughter made last year, when she was 7. I thought it would be very fitting to post today. We don't have a fireplace in our home, but this is what she imagined it would look like. I think I'll keep staring at it to become warmer. On second thought, I might just put on my "Yule Log" dvd, mute the Christmas music, and just stare at the flickering fireplace. What is the weather like in your part of the world? Keep Warm!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 9 ~

2010-01-04T13:15:00.003-06:00

It was a bitterly cold day on January 17, 1959, the day in which my parents were married. The above photo was taken in front of my childhood home in Ozone Park, Queens County, New York. Pictured are my Mom, my Grandfather, my mother's two sisters and my Father's sister (bottom right.) I love the look of mom's fur stole covering her shoulders. Faux fur...I hope ;)

In future years, I would come to know every crevice of this brick stoop, every nail on the small white picket fence, and every scroll on the black iron railing. This stoop would be my perch as a child. Country homes had their porches or verandahs. Urban tenements had their fire escapes. On this city block, we had our beloved stoop. Many a summer day would be spent sitting here, waiting for neighborhood children to come out to play. This is where I would patiently await the ice cream truck that came down our block, every evening at about 7P.M. I can still hear the recorded melody of Mr. Softee's truck, playing in my mind....da,da,da,da da,da,da,duh,duh,duh....da,da...da, da,da dahhhh da, over and over again. My ears were trained to pick up its musical strains, blocks in advance of the trucks arrival. My mouth still salivates whenever I recall that sound. The stoop would be the home base for games of tag, and hide and seek. The tips of the brick steps were perfect for bouncing those pink Spaldeen balls off of, for a great solo game of catch. I would never tire of sliding down the black railing, or running my hands over the design of the scrolls. Many winters were spent shoveling the snow from these steps, directly onto the small garden surrounded by the white fence.

My family no longer has physical ties to this home. However, if I shall ever want to haunt a place in the afterlife, these steps would be my chosen place, for an occassional happy haunting. A place of comings and goings. A beloved portal from which many journeys have been made...

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Quatre ~

2010-01-01T23:25:00.002-06:00

For the fourth week of my "Fridays with Father," we jump ahead to 1989. This photo was taken in Limerick, Ireland on one of our Irish adventures. Dad and I visited this charming country on several occasions and I have many fond memories. I would always do the driving, which was an adventure in itself...for driving on the opposite side of the road is not for the faint-hearted. We had many a near accident on small country roads, but the two of us saw comedy in my reckless abandon.

Which brings me to another story....On one trip, we rented a very old and large country house in the small coastal town of Castletownshend, Cork. The size of this house was more suited to a large party of 10, but he and I wanted to experience a place to the "Manor Born." It was the middle of a very cold March, and we couldn't figure out how to operate the heating system. There we were, huddled up in front of the smallest of fireplaces, covered with layers of clothing and blankets...attempting to stop from freezing to death. We ate loaf after loaf of toasted Irish Soda bread, drank kettle after kettle of piping hot tea, and devoured bowl after bowl of boiling soup. It rained every day, and we felt miserable. When we would finally turn in to sleep at about midnight, like clockwork, we would hear a chorus of cows serenading us from a barn directly under our window. With all the mooing sounds, you couldn't possibly fall asleep. It sounded as if the cows were right there in the room. Even with all of those discomforts, I never had more laughs with Dad, than on that particular trip.

Ireland is a place that seeps into your soul. There is magical feel to the landscape, that permeates your very being. The anceint ruins, market towns, beautiful landscape, sweeping ocean views are just a fraction of that magic. Add to that, the kindness of it's people, the musical traditions, and the unmistakable fragrance of a peat fire...and you have the makings of a land that becons you back, time and time again.

My Dad is a lover of hats. His favorite type is the Irish tweed cap, the same style he is wearing in the above photo. At one time, he must have had about 40 different ones in all different colors and patterns. Today, his collection is much smaller, but he still has quite a few. It has been several years, since we have last visited the Emerald Isle, but the memories live on for us both.

Introducing Chloe

2009-12-31T16:58:00.002-06:00

This coming New Year brings the promise of new life. After many months of consideration, we have finally decided to add to our nest. Allow me to intoduce Chloe, a one month old Westie (West Highland Terrier) puppy. We will have to wait about 2 more weeks for her to actually come home with us. She is presently living with her mother and siblings a few miles away, and once she is able to leave her Mom, she will be bringing smiles to our humble abode.

The children are so very excited, and I must admit so am I. Who wouldn't fall in love with that angelic face, and perfect button nose?

A New Year...a new promise fullfilled.

We wish everyone of you a very Happy and Healthy New Year!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 8 ~

2009-12-28T23:55:00.006-06:00

This 8th week of my "Mondays with Mother" series, takes us on vacation to Shirley, Long Island, New York. It was the summer of 1967 and we are posing in front of our trusty red Volkswagen Beetle. What a lovely car. I can still remember sitting in the back seat enduring loud noises and vibrations, as a result of the Beetle's strange design...the engine is located in the back of the car, instead of the front. Pictured above is my beloved Grandmother, affectionately called Nanny O'Leary. She is my mother's mother, and she and I had a very close relationship. Nanny O'Leary was like a second mother to me, especially after my own mother past away in 1985. I can't wait to tell you all about my Nanny, but that will wait until I can set aside one day a week to posting about her life. Trust me, that will be lots of fun!

Now, in this photo you get to see my mother's serious look. Mom had a smile that could light up a room, but when she wasn't cheerful, this was the result. On the other hand, I always looked for a reason to "lighten things up," especially when surrounded by frowns. I truly think that has something to do with being the second born child. Older brother Kevin was a much more serious person. I was the ham, the one that pushed the envelope...shall we say. I always looked at the bright side of things. Being very sensitive, I could automatically sense a tense environment and would do anything in my power to change it. The photo above is one such example. Not sure what was transpiring here, but my look indicates I was not complying with either the direction or mood. My father was always the photographer of the family, and I have always felt very comfortable in front of a lens. Till this day, I have all of my dad's vintage cameras and have inherited his love of photography.

Looking at my Mother's grasp on my shoulders, makes me contemplate how difficult it must have been for her to deal with raising two children, that were only 12 months apart. My two children have an 18 months age difference and I found that difficult enough. Which brings me to a story....
When my brother and I were toddlers, we used to live in an apartment building prior to owning our home. In order to clean the outside windows, Mom used to climb up onto the windowsill, turn around, bring the window down onto her thighs to support herself, and then proceed to wash the windows with newspaper and cleaner. Her body would be technically sitting outside, a few floors up from the pavement below. So one day, when she was in that prone position, my brother and I somehow saw the opportunity to play horsie ride on Mom's legs. He on one side, me on the other. As the story was repeated, she was screaming at the top of her lungs to get off her legs, I suppose fearing she would somehow fall. Her request fell on deaf ears, as my brother and I were having too much fun to understand the danger of it all. Eventually we hopped off, and all was well, except for Mom's frazzled nerves. She waited a few years before going back to cleaning the outside windows....

Merry Christmas

2009-12-25T10:08:00.002-06:00

I hope the light of love shines upon you, this Christmas morning.

M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S!

Merry Christmas Eve

2009-12-24T11:47:00.000-06:00

The lasagna with fresh basil is currently being prepared...homemade Italian bread adorned with tasty sesame seeds is baking in the oven. The last few batches of cookies are being delicately trimmed with holiday cookie cutters. Yesterday, we made a tray of delicious Strufoli (Italian Honey Balls) to enjoy after our evening meal. This is the first time I made this recipe. It was a bit time consuming, but my children were happy to help roll the dough into tiny balls before I deep fried them on the stove. I grew up in a very Italian neighborhood in New York City, and most of the families make trays of these for the holiday.

I hope all of you and your beloved families enjoy a safe, cozy, and Merry Christmas.

Buon Natale ~ to all my Italian friends

Feliz Navidad ~ to all my Spanish friends

Joyeux Noël ~ to all my French friends

Frohe Weihnachten ~ to all my German friends

Nollaig Shona Dhuit ~ to all my Irish friends

Hyvaa Joulua ~ to all my Finnish friends

Zalig Kerstfeast ~ to all my Dutch friends

God Jul ~ to all my Norwegian friends

Kala Christouyenna ~ to all my Greek friends

Glædelig Jul ~ to all my Danish friends

Scandinavian Christmas Cookies

2009-12-22T12:52:00.004-06:00

In keeping with my chosen Scandinavian Christmas theme, yesterday was cookie baking day. Sweet aromas were swirling through my home, while little fingers were busy creating puffs of flour snow on all kitchen surfaces. This year was the first time we have made Spritz cookies. Last year I purchased this vintage Spritz gun made in Sweden, and I was ready for some dough shooting practice. It was tough at first, but I quickly mastered the task after some target practice. The decorating choices are the most fun part.

Now here is a recipe you must try. The above photo is for Pebber Nodder, Danish Christmas Cookies. The recipe is on Allrecipes.com It uses very little ingredients, and the cookies melt in your mouth.

The photo above shows what the little cookies look like before they go in the oven. They remind me of little light brown Tootsie Rolls. The best part is...you can fit so many on a cookie sheet. They disappear mighty fast, so the elves and I are on our way back to the kitchen, to bake another batch!

Santa & Me

2009-12-19T18:15:00.010-06:00

In my younger days, I would never think of showing a non-flattering photo of myself. Back in the day, I wouldn't even throw out the garbage, without a full face of makeup. You would think I was expecting the paparazzi to pop out of the bushes or something. Well, nowadays I only wear lipstick, and I'll throw my garbage out looking like something the cat dragged in. Which brings me to the above 1964 photo. Have you ever seen a more unflattering photo? As if the double chin, crying face, balloon legs, and botched bangs weren't enough...Mom surely must have confused one of my doll's dresses for my own! That dress couldn't possibly have fit me. Looks like the bottom half of my outfit is missing...yikes! My one and a half year old self, was definitely not happy. I'm not surprised actually, because this visit to Santa would have entailed taking a one hour train ride to the famous Macy's in Manhattan, passing by an unending winter wonderland setup of automated snowmen, elves and trains. Not to mention, there were probably hundreds of people standing in line. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated my Mother for having the patience to take us there to begin with. The first time I allowed myself to show this photo, it was to my best friend when I was 16 years old. She laughed for 30 minutes strait. I did too...

Above is the outside image of the card, that enclosed the Santa photo. I love it, stains and all. I must try to dig out more flattering Santa visit photos and post them before Christmas. ;)

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Trois ~

2009-12-18T11:16:00.004-06:00

Week three of my Fridays with Father bring us back to Brooklyn, New York, circa 1940. Dad is about 11 years old here, and sitting proudly on what looks like a Schwinn bicycle. Riding bicycles, roller skating, playing stick ball, and touch football, were all the rage for kids growing up in the city. Most of their playing took place outdoors on the sidewalks and streets. Dad told me that he spent many hours, sitting outside his window, on the iron fire escape. It was a great vantage point, that overlooked his block, and all the activities that were transpiring on the street below.

This photo holds deep meaning to me because it was my father, who taught me how to ride a two wheeled bicycle. After the training wheels were taken off my dark blue bike, my father very patiently held my back seat, as I peddled up and down our sidewalk. Finally, at the right moment, he let go and I continued down the street on my own...never looking back. I was so happy at that point. Now looking back, I'm very appreciative that my father was a part of that moment's memory.

I must say, writing my Mondays with Mother and Fridays with Father posts, are really bringing back a flood of memories that I have not thought of in years. Funny, how a photo can trigger such memories. Like the saying, "A picture hold a thousand words."

Christmas Thank You

2009-12-16T10:30:00.008-06:00

Christmas is getting closer and still much needs to be done here at Casa de Celestial Charms. Cookies need to be baked, presents need wrapping, casa needs cleaning, and food needs cooking. No problem. I'm in relax mode for this holiday season. If I start to get a frazzled nerve, I immediately make a cup of hot tea and go blog hopping to my favorite blogs. Even though we all have posted lovely holiday photos of our decorations, or cozy cottages...I know we all have so many other things to finish up before Christmas. I appreciate everyone taking the time to share your lovely thoughts and photos on your blogs...just wanted to say that.

Meanwhile, here is a sweet vintage Christmas card image I thought you would like. Feel free to save her for you future projects. Inside of card reads:

Can't find the words

I wish I could

To thank you like

I really should,

But here's

a little card I got

That does say,

"Thanks an awful lot!"

I couldn't have said "Thank You" to my blogging friends better than that!

Mondays with Mother ~ Part Seven ~

2009-12-14T13:43:00.013-06:00

Part seven of my Mondays with Mother takes us to the Statue of Liberty, circa 1947. Mom (front right) went to visit this famous monument, with my Grandfather Michael, my Aunt Eileen, and my Uncle Michael. This photo was the souvenir they returned home with. I totally cherish this photograph, as there are not many images of my maternal Grandfather that exist. At age 59, he lost his 5 year battle with leukemia, when I was 3 years old. While he was sick, my grandfather would take me as an infant, out in my carriage for long walks. He enjoyed the opportunity of pushing me throughout the neighborhood, but because he was so frail, my mother and grandmother were so very afraid he would collapse whilst out and about. A huge sigh of relief would come, only when they spied him turning the corner, to return back home.

Interestingly, about 43 years earlier, in 1904 my Grandfather's own Mother and Father (See the lovely couple on the left side of my blog header) would have passed this very Lady of Liberty, when they arrived at Ellis Island from Ireland.

I love the floral halter style coolot outfit my Mother is wearing, and the obvious need for my Uncle to have a bathroom break, brings some comic relief to the image. Sweet Sandy of Sew Revived, also does a lovely Mondays with Mother series. Head on over to her blog for a look-see.

Fridays with Father ~ Partie Deux ~

2009-12-11T22:27:00.004-06:00

For my second week of Fridays with Father, I have chosen a 1936 photo from his childhood in Brooklyn, New York. Dad is on the left and his cousin is sitting next to him. Here they are relaxing on the stone stoop, surrounded by wrought iron fences. If you look closely, one can see the rows of canvas window awnings, uniformly lining the brick buildings. I love old fashioned awnings. Unfortunately, by the time I was born in the 1960's one would only see them occasionally on top of store front windows. House awnings at that time were mainly the aluminum types, which were not nearly as aesthetically appealing.

Dad had super curly black hair when he was young. I didn't inherit the curls, but I at least acquired wavy hair, which was a balance between Dad's curls and my Mother's strait as a pin hair.

On another note, yesterday, as I was writing my Christmas cards and enjoying my cup of coffee...I had a little unexpected visitor appear...

On the table no less...I quickly grabbed my camera, while simultaniously shouting nooooo...

But little Tomasina insisted on pawing the sugarbowl. She seemed totally fascinated by the sparkle of the fine white grains. Sort of like how we admire glitter, I suppose. After the photo, kitty was promply taken off the table. I really dislike cats roaming on my eating surfaces, but she is a cutie.

Christmas Preparations

2009-12-10T14:11:00.004-06:00

I've put off writing my Christmas cards long enough. With the sound of holiday music lofting throughout my home, a candle lit, I sat down at my dining room table to gently write my greetings to friends and family.

Of course, a hot cup of coffee and some lovely gingerbread cookies help to enjoy the atmosphere.

Now, I know I can be a little bit sensitive, and somewhat over emotional at times...but does anyone else feel guilty about eating gingerbread people? I love their taste, but it just doesn't seem humane when I'm biting off their heads. :-0

Although it is difficult to see, I purchased lovely glitter cards this year. The glitter always adds a vintage touch to Christmas cards.

We finally finished decorating our Christmas tree. Red and white was this year's theme, with a Scandanavian touch. Shiny stings of pearl garland are draping the branches while cone paper ornaments are awaiting Santa to fill them with hopefully chocolate candies.

I wish I could claim to have hand sewn the above Christmas tree shaped ornament, but I'm not that talented. Maybe next year I will figure out how to use my sewing machine and crank out dozens of them. Meanwhile, this pretty one was purchased at Hobby Lobby.

This Dala Horse is keenly eyeing the cinnamon applesauce cupcake ornament that I made last year. I'll have to keep my eye on him to prevent the eating of ornaments.

Because we now have 2 kitty cats roaming our home, our tree has been decorated with only non- breakable ornaments. We have substituted paper gift tags for the our normal vintage glass balls. The one exception is this crowned glass bird, I place near the top of the tree. My fingers are crossed that my fluffy friends won't get their pretty paws on this one. Hope you all stay warm and are enjoying yourselves during this festive season.

Red Dress Girl

2009-12-08T10:25:00.005-06:00

This young girl is just so precious. One just imagines her coming down the stairs on Christmas morning, and feeling overwhelmed by the beauty of the tree, and especially the pretty wrapped presents, that Santa placed below it. Other times, I think she might have innocently caught Santa, coming down the chinmney...but my inner detective tells me that she would have been dressed in pajamas, if that were the case. Anyway, feel free to save this image for your creative endeavors.

Inside of the vintage card just reads:

Nothing swell and nothing different--

Nothing clever, nothing new--

Just the same old hearty wishes.

Coming specially to you:

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Mondays with Mother ~ part 6 ~

2009-12-07T10:00:00.028-06:00

Part six of Mondays with Mother, shows Mom on the day she received her first Holy Communion. How happy she looks to be all dressed up, firmly holding her bouquet of flowers.

I remember the story, of how she was so nervous that very morning, because her Aunt had not yet styled her hair and she needed to get to the Church. She had a bit of a crying bout, but in the end her Aunt came through, and gave her normally strait as a pin hair, a nice overall curl and a flower in the hair too. Mom attended the local St. Martin of Tours Catholic Grammer School, and would have been receiving Communion with her entire class. How excited she was that special day.

Here Mom is posing with her young cousin Barbara, who looks proud to be next to her older cousin Charlotte. Although wearing a flower in her hair was not a normal occurence, my Mother often wore pearl necklaces and pretty gloves.

As I examine the photos of her younger years, I am often struck at the look of maturity that my Mother possessed. She inhabited that trait throughout life. An old soul of sorts, well beyond her physical years, so to speak. She would have only been 7 years old in these photos. I am thrilled to have these remembrances, every one dear to my heart. I hope you come visit with me next Monday, for another Mondays with Mom post! Have a happy Monday!