Showing posts from December, 2012

Boxing Day

Not exactly the way we expected to spend a rainy Boxing Day afternoon. Son#1 and DIL#1 had gone shopping and left The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1-#3 with us for just a short time. Rather than the pleasant afternoon they had devised for themselves, they received a phone call which caused them to rush back to our home.

Despite there being no boxing, there were a few injuries, and a v-e-r-y long wait for an ambulance. Just before the ambulance arrived, we had a downpour that flooded our driveway!

Still smiling despite two broken bones. What a brave little girl!

Amazingly, the hospital's emergency room was not busy despite the time of year and the town's annual Boxing Day event that often results in an overflowing emergency room and operating theatres. I guess the overflowing was happening elsewhere (as in our driveway).
Even though The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1-#3 received a trampoline for Christmas, it was while sitting with Uncle#4 on a low window box and listening to h…

Photo Year

I can honestly say that I'm thrilled with all my gifts this year, but the one that had me doubled over with laughter was the calendar that Son#3 and his fiancĂ© had put together with what must be a collection of the worst photos of  family members ever taken (and believe me, I seem to take some very bad photos as the years roll on) and which I can hardly wait to see mounted on our wall next to the phone. (After all, I'll need something to laugh about when yet another salesperson rings me up and tries to sell me something that I don't want or need or tries to convince me to give them all my pertinent details before my computer causes an international crisis and I end up in some forgotten gaol.)

However, despite knowing the amusement it would likely bring my readers, I'm not going to share it here. I do have some dignity after all and the rather tattered remains of an image to protect. Besides, do you really want to see me dressed as Helen of Troy alongside DH in a Hawaii…

O Come, O Come Emmanuel

This carol is a favourite of mine and has been around for a long time. Its origins have been lost in antiquity although it is believed that it extends back to the twelfth century, or even further to the eighth. It was originally written in Latin and is based on the prophecy from Isaiah that states that God will give Israel a sign that will be called Immanuel (Isaiah 7:14). This prophecy is fulfilled in the birth of Jesus (Matthew 1:23) who came to save people from their sins.

It is possible - perhaps even probable - that the music to this popular carol was added at a later date and is of French origin. The Latin was translated into English by John Mason Neale in 1851 - something for which the English speaking world is extremely grateful.

The words are beautiful ...

Oh, come, oh, come, Emmanuel,

And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!

Oh, come, our Wisdom from on high,
Who ordered al…

In Praise of Tradition

Perhaps it's the unusual-for-this-time-of-year-in-this-place-in-the-world-heat getting to me - temperatures (and humidity) that remind me of childhood Christmases - that has got me reflecting on the traditions of Christmases past. Or perhaps it was the carol in church yesterday - Mary's Boy Child - that I sung many years ago with my mother and aunt on Christmas Day in church and that had me choking up that has given rise to nostalgia. Whatever it is, I've been thinking today of the traditions associated with Christmas at our place.

I can vaguely remember the horror with which my grandmother greeted the suggestion that the family do away with hot baked dinners and have salads instead. A reasonable suggestion given that temperatures could easily tip over 40 degrees Celsius (104 degrees Fahrenheit). Although Christmas dinner was usually held at my parents' home and the basement provided a cool place to eat our repast, the kitchen was a different story. The salads won out…

Summer, a Pohutakawa, and A Leaning Nativity

Today – with Son#2’s permission (although he may have been only joking-  we decided not to check but to take his words at face value!) – DH and I treated The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#4 to an ice block. After all, ice blocks or ice creams, are one of the joys of summer, and today it certainly felt like summer.
After purchasing our ice treats, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4 was not going to let go of hers until we found a suitable shady place to sit and enjoy them. A pohutakawa tree – also known as New Zealand’s Christmas bush – provided just the spot.

Sharing is good …

And so is this treat ...

More sharing (they've taught her well this girl) ...

It has a stick in it? I wonder what that's for?

Tissues can only clean up so much mess and certainly cannot remove the evidence of the indulgence …

Walking off some of those calories afterwards …

On returning home I spent some time sewing up knitted nativity figures that I had made earlier in the year. In fact, I think…