BE MINE, VALENTINE

Christmas is over, but before the merchandise was even put away, the aisles in stores were filled with items for Valentines Day. I'm not sure who wants to buy cards and toys and chocolates and flowers early in January, but they have certainly been available.  

I've barely gotten things packed up this new year, so my heart and valentine collections aren't out yet. I am hoping that next week will all be back to normal. I do love hearts. I am not so crazy about pink except at this time of year. And I love the sentimental. I only want to see the pretty ones. 

Many of us remember decorating shoe boxes and collecting valentines at school. When I was in primary school I don't think there was a rule about giving valentines to everyone. So it was really a kind of popularity contest. I think I usually fell somewhere in between low and middle. I'm pretty sure everyone gets a valentine now. I don't know if they decorate boxes anymore.

There was a time when "Penny Dreadfuls" were popular. These were just what they sound like! They were also known as "Vinegar Valentines". They were cheap cards with impolite verses. A typical card might tell someone why she was destined to be an old maid. These were often sent anonymously and were popular from the 1830's up until the early twentieth century. There aren't as many of them around because the recipients often threw them away. I probably would have.

There really was a St Valentine. In fact, there was more than one. And there were lots of stories. He (or they) was martyred in the 3rd century. His feast day was on February 14 which coincided with the Roman festival of Lupercalia, which was one of those wild festivals that the early Church wanted to make disappear. He became the patron of love, romance, and marriage, instead of the popular Roman fertility celebrations.

Throughout the next several centuries, letters and poems were written to and by lovers and became known as valentines. 

There are many stories about them, but my favorite is about Esther Howland, known as the "Mother of the American Valentine". Esther belonged to a wealthy family in Massachusetts. Her father very successfully sold stationery and paper products. After Esther graduated from  Mount Holyoke Female Seminary in 1847, she received an elaborate English valentine from one of her father's business associates. As many of us are apt to do she said, " I can make that.". And she did. After ordering some paper lace and ribbons and stickers, she made 10 prototypes. Her brother took them and showed them to clients when he was getting orders. He came home with $5000.00 worth of orders and that began her business. She recruited her friends and they set up an assembly line on the third floor of the family home and began cutting and pasting. Her business just kept growing. She also had a cottage industry and dropped off supplies to women in the area and then would pick up the finished cards in a week. She operated her business for several years and sold it in 1881. She never married, even though she was surrounded by romance and lace.

Valentines have varied from plain to fancy. Esther's were known for paper hinges that made the lace stand out and little compartments and envelopes to hold a romantic token. The words were always on the inside rather than the front.

As time progressed there were fewer elaborate cards and more postcards. Don't forget to buy your Valentines before it is too late. After all, they've been in the stores for almost a month!

A LITTLE BIT OF THIS, A LITTLE BIT OF THAT

I am still recovering from my bout of shingles, so the brain fog continues. Last Friday I handed someone a tape measure when she asked for a camera, and I am blaming that on the medications.  It's been a mixture of good days and days of napping. And that's all I have to say about that.

January is one of my main months of making plans and getting myself organized in my house and in my head. I usually start out with at least a few resolutions and always try to pick a "word of the year". I really haven't thought about it much this month, but here is what I came up with:

  1. Lose weight. My husband has lost more than 30 pounds this year just by deciding he would. I have lost the same 4 pounds about 30 times.

  2. Exercise more. That should be easy, since I have hardly moved at all so far in 2026.

   3. Find the lost things that keep wandering about and that I keep wondering about.

4.  Spend some more time working on my writing. I really want to have a book of essays.

   5. Finally, get all of Christmas put away and organized into the correct boxes. 

I think that might be a To Do List and not resolutions!

Next is my Word of the Year. This year it is a phrase: "Creative Forager".

There is a reason. I want to spend more time creating and I really mean to look through and use so many of my supplies without buying a lot of new things. I really want to let the things go that I don't need.

It's that time of year.  And I may be just a little bit late!

MORE THAN YOU PROBABLY WANT TO KNOW

For the first time in months, I have missed my self-imposed Wednesday deadline. I admit to being slightly discombobulated lately and it looks like it won't be going away very soon! 

Years ago we had the summer of chickenpox. My youngest daughter was exposed during the last few days of preschool. We began the summer with spots and calamine lotion and continued until it was time to go back to school. One by one, each of my five children started to itch. The oldest was eleven and the youngest was a baby. Each one waited out almost the full incubation period of twenty one days before they got it. That's how we made it last all summer. That was a summer I will never forget. I don't remember when I had chicken pox, but I know I was very young. 

In order to get shingles, a person must have had chicken pox at some time in their lives. The chicken pox vaccine will not completely eliminate the chance of shingles in the future, but the case will be much, much lighter.

 There is also a vaccine available for shingles and I think everyone should get it. I did, last summer. There are two doses and I got them both. Unfortunately, the virus is only 91% effective. This means that 9 % of us will win (or lose) the Shingles lottery. And yes, I am one of the (un)lucky ones.

I started to feel bad a few days before Christmas and thought I had pulled a muscle at my exercise class. It kept getting worse and soon my right side had a burning pain all the time, and intermittent stabbing with invisible shards of broken glass. I was waiting for the terrible rash I had heard about, but it didn't come.  When I was able to see the doctor I discovered that I had internal shingles (What?!?) and probably wouldn't even get a rash. No rash, but the internal variety might as well be called eternal, because it lasts longer. So far I have had 2 visits, several phone calls and taken 72 pills. I just got a refill for 6 a day for however many weeks or even months it takes to calm my nerve endings. Hopefully, this will help me to sleep. However, a side effect is brain fog. More than I usually have, so that should be interesting!

I just want to add that these poor little waifs are not my children, and the 7 on the calendar looks suspiciously like a 2. I created these images with AI. Obviously, I am still a beginner.

Another New Year...What Will It Bring?

I keep this card in a frame where I can see it everyday. It reminds me of all the things I want. Wishes and Magic and Dreams and Good Madness. Books and Kisses and Surprises!

This holiday season did not turn out the way I planned. I spent most of it being sick. Our family Christmases were after the main event so I had marked off that last week to finish shopping, and wrapping, and making everything Christmasy. I started to make several gifts this year, and they were all in the finishing stages too. And I felt so awful I didn't even care (not too much, anyway). So I would really like a do-over. I did get to see everyone. I was not contagious. And of course, one side of the family forgot to take pictures. I'm not sure why that happens, but we hardly ever get a group photo. Next time.

 

It is New Year's Eve now that I write this and I don't think I will be awake to see the new year arrive. I haven't written any resolutions or even chosen my word of the year yet. I often try to do a card reading on December 31st, but that will have to wait too. I am on the mend, so I will soon be feeling like myself again, but not yet. Hoping you are all celebrating and that 2026 will be the year we all all hoping for, filled with love, happiness, and good magic. Happiest of New Years to us all.

Everywhere a Happy Christmas

 

Everywhere, Everywhere Christmas tonight. Wishing the world a happy holiday season and joyful Christmas today.

"One can't have too large a party. A large party secures its' own amusement."    EMMA

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 Yesterday was the 250th anniversary of Jane Austen's birth. As always my branch of JASNA (Jane Austen Society of North America) celebrated with a toast. We also had a very special Christmas feast. Our group meets monthly and is a mixture of book club, academic discussions, guest speakers, food, crafts, and Regency information. Every month I learn something new.

Most people are familiar with the author through the movies if not her books. She was born in 1775 and died at the age of 41 in1817. She wrote six books:

Sense and Sensibility published in 1811

Pride and Prejudice 1813

Mansfield Park 1814

Emma 1815

Northanger Abbey and Persuasion were both published in 1817, after her death.

I remember laughing out loud the first time I read one of her books. Her characters are witty and relatable. She can be a bit sarcastic and snarky, especially in her letters to her sister, which have also been published.  Her books always have a happy ending.

We started planning the dinner several months ago. Each year we have a different focus. I've been involved in the everyday family dinner, the Wedding breakfast, and this one. We research period recipes, and try to be authentic as possible. We have to make a few concessions, but there are several cookbooks from the time that we use. This time we had roast goose, pork, rice pie, chestnut dressing, curry, roasted root vegetables stewed fruit, Bath buns, brown butter, honey, olives, gingerbread, and flaming Christmas pudding. Drinks were wassail and syllabub. My contribution was the gingerbread and party favors. I was also the last minute standin for the parlour games, since our games mistress was in the hospital.

I forgot to take a photo of the roast goose. But here are the party favors. The boxes look like little copies of Pride and Prejudice.

I made candied orange peel, which isn't difficult but takes hours. Orange peels are cut into narrow strips and most of the white pith is cut away. Then they are boiled three times for at least five minutes each time. This is very important or they will be bitter. After this they are simmered in a simple syrup for about an hour until they are translucent. Then it's time to drain them for another hour and then roll them in sugar. After a day and a half of drying they are finished. And so was I. If you have read anything I write then you probably know that I don't like to cook anything that takes more prep time than eating time. They were cute when finally ready. I wrapped them in waxed paper bundles. The boxes also contained little boxes of raisins (just in case anyone wants a game of Snapdragon), mixed nuts, and cards with quotes from her books.

We spent about an hour in the parlour with our wassail while the cooks put the finishing touches on our delicious meal. Lucky for me that I had some experience with games when I worked for our local history museum several years ago. I just had to brush up on the right time period. Jane Austen was not a Victorian, but fortunately for me some of the games were the same! We talked about some of the action games, and then played some remembering games like "Packing Grandmother's Trunk" and "The Minister's Cat"and "The Ribbon Game". We passed on "Snapdragon" because who wants to try and snatch raisins out of a bowl of flames. We ended with Forfeits, and then it was time for our meal and toast to Jane Austen.

"Time will explain"    Persuasion

"Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings".    Mansfield Park

My favorite: "Ah! There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort."        Emma

EVERYWHERE IT'S CHRISTMAS

Last week I shared some stories about my trees over the years. I probably sounded a little bit particular about what I did and didn't like. (Christmas balls!). I relented a little and bought a few vintage glass balls to add to the tree. I really couldn't find very many, and when I did, the prices were mostly more than I wanted to pay. I love old things, but I don't always understand why keeping them in an old falling apart original box makes them worth so much more money. So now we have some old bubble lights, breakable glass ornaments, and two funny little elves living in our tree. They wouldn't be my choice, but I guess it isn't just my Christmas. John's taste is a lot different than mine. I'm just glad he doesn't insist on ornaments with googly eyes. Actually, the little elves are pretty cute. I found them at Target and they were just the right size for the red ladder.

I'm really not sure what the story is about Target and some of the other stores this year. I was there earlier in the season and thought they were just putting merchandise out later than usual. But now it almost looks like they are finished and clearing it out. I don't know if a large amount has been sold or if it was never in stock.

I'm not one to talk to strangers in stores, but I was so discombobulated by the vast emptiness in the Christmas aisles that I started a conversation with another shopper. She was just as surprised as I was. I will probably be back in a few days and will check again. It seems too early to be clearing it all out. Maybe they just haven't gotten everything in yet. Could this be a result of the tariffs?  Are other stores like this too? I haven't done a lot of shopping this year. I've been ordering online. I have noticed that my packages are taking longer to get here, and that the arrival dates usually change at least once. We have cut our gift lists, and I am making some of the presents. Also, I am trying to shop more at the small independent businesses. 

Even though the big stores don't seem as festive as before, restaurants are going crazy with decorations. I went to lunch at a popular cafe this week, and they had put up even more than last week's pizza place. Every inch of the rooms was covered in sparkle! Dots of colored light fell from the ceiling to the floors, swirling around everywhere. Lights were dimmed to set off the colors. The ceiling and walls were covered and there were trees all over. Every table had a sign reminding customers not to stay more than an hour so that others could enjoy the views. For me, it was just too much.

                                                                               

                                 Pella, Iowa hosted its' annual tour of homes last weekend. Four beautiful houses were open to the public and they did have a large crowd. It is one of their big events every year. I really enjoy the clever ways that the owners decorate their homes. I guess I really am into quality over quantity. Or more likely, imagination over quantity. I don't like seeing bare shelves in stores, but I also feel that everything this year is either not enough or too much. I am feeling very Grinchy-Scroogy and wanting to simplify. HoHoHo.

  

 

Deck the Halls

 Christmas decorating has officially begun! I'd like to say it is all done and the boxes are safely shuffled and stacked back into the storage room, but right now that hasn't happened. In fact, they are all over the house. Things stalled a bit because my sticky hooks just aren't sticking. That means I hang something up, admire it, and then find it back on the floor in a few hours.  

I will never have a Ralph Lauren Christmas. I love the elegance and the traditional colors and the concept of me in a tartan plaid hostess skirt welcoming all the neighbors as I twirl around the room with a tray of homemade goodies. Oh wait, maybe that is a 1950's housewife type of Christmas. I have learned from online videos that for a R.L. holiday, bright red and green are not acceptable, and that gifts should never be given in gift bags. And of course, everyone is always very low key and well behaved.  And the decorations stay where they are supposed to be.

There seem to be a lot of new/old trends this year. Paper chains are appearing everywhere. Yes, plain old paper chains like we made in grade school. I actually love paper chains. They are first cousins to buntings, which are another of my favorites. I crocheted a chain of many colors and use that with greenery. Fifteen years ago I made fabric chains and used my new sewing machine alphabets to write on them. I put names, dates, important addresses, and quotes that I liked to remember on the lengths and then buttoned them together. A lot of the fabrics were pieces of my girls' clothing when I used to sew a lot. I finally decided they weren't going to ever become a quilt. My girls are middle aged now. I still have a few of them to finish. Another project for another day.

I've heard several women say that they are decorating less this year than before. I know some who are even skipping having a tree. I can't imagine not having a tree, but I am putting up fewer decorations. I always like simple decorations. Almost everything I have for my tree comes with a story. I like one of a kind, and I have never been partial to balls and baubles. One year, when I was about ten years old, my mom decided to change the way she decorated our tree. The only things on it were blue and silver balls. I hated it. I think I cried. When I was a House Mom for five Christmases, I decorated the big tree with colorful and unbreakable balls. That was the only sensible way to go. 

When we were decorating our tree this year, John wanted to know where the glass balls were. His favorite trees are the ones with balls, tinsel, and colored bubble lights. I shouldn't have been surprised by that. When I first visited his house there was an almost life-sized Santa riding a rocking horse in his front room. It wasn't Christmas time. He stayed there year-round. We now have a tree in our lower level tv room that stays up all year. And it is mostly colorful round decorations. He loves it. I always wonder why it is there, but now I decorate it for the seasons.

Here is my style of Christmas decor:

And here is John's:

(This is not our home. Abbie's Pizza in Bondurant, Iowa)

Happy Thanksgiving

 

November is best known for the Thanksgiving holiday.  Many people think of this as a simple eating marathon, but of course that isn't what it was meant to be. The first Thanksgiving was in 1621 in Plymouth, Massachusetts, and was held to celebrate a successful harvest. It was based on English fall festivals, with a Pilgrim twist. This was the one we all learned about as gradeschoolers. I had never heard of the previous celebration in Jamestown in 1619. It was actually a prayer meeting, not a feast. The next official time was called "Solemn Thanksgiving" and was celebrated in June. A solemn Thanksgiving was known as a day of "fasting and humiliation." I am thinking it was a reminder to be humble and grateful for survival. It didn't really catch on. Most of us would rather feast than fast!

President George Washington declared a National Day of Thanksgiving in 1789. Other early presidents kept it as a holiday, except for Thomas Jefferson, and John Quincy Adams because of their beliefs about the separation of church and state. It didn't become an official holiday until 1863, when President Abraham Lincoln signed a proclamation calling on the American people to unite and observe a special day of thankfulness. Since that time, it has been celebrated every year, and since 1941, has always been on the fourth Thursday of November.

Sarah Josepha Hale was the woman responsible for making this a national holiday. She was the editor of Godey's Lady's Book, which was a very popular nineteenth century lady's magazine. She wrote a novel called "Northwood" in 1827. In it she described a Thanksgiving dinner with our traditional foods. Her characters discussed why it should be a national holiday. Mrs. Hale sent letters to governors and Presidents for over thirty years (!) to actively promote a single, consistent date for Thanksgiving. Finally, in 1863, President Lincoln listened to her and reminded the war-torn nation to be grateful for the "blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies" in an official Proclamation.

Franklin Roosevelt changed the date to the third Thursday in November in 1939. He said that a longer Christmas shopping season would be better for economic recovery of the country. I'm pretty sure he was influenced by the retailers. Only 32 states accepted the new date, and finally in 1941, Congress set a fixed date of the fourth Thursday in November. I would prefer it to be the third.

Wishing everyone a happy day of peace and plenty with a reminder to us all to give thanks and be grateful. 

Sweet November

No morn-no noon-

No dawn-no dusk-no proper time of day...

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,

No comfortable feel in any member-

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,-

November!

                                               -Thomas Hood, English poet

                                          1799-1845

Yes, it is true that November can seem like the grayest and most dismal month of the year. We get up in the dark and come home in the dark, and for many of us it is just too early to start our holiday decorating.

This year I have noticed that more and more houses already have their trees up and the outside decorated. I'm not sure if that's because the holiday is so late or that people just need a little more cheer than usual! Even the style this year has gone back to old fashioned and traditional. I keep seeing and hearing Ralph Lauren and Little Women or Little House on the Prairie decorating. Buntings, paper chains, and orange and apple slices are now the popular way again to accent your house!

Even though that's been my way to decorate for years, this is still too early for me. I did manage to make Halloween disappear, but I still have some fabric pumpkins, and a couple of Thanksgiving banners hanging up. And they will stay until that holiday is over. I don't really decorate a lot for Turkey Day. I love Halloween and I adore Christmas, but for me Thanksgiving is just stuck there in the middle. 

I've had lots of big family traditional dinners but have never really cooked one. When I was growing up, and then when my children were young, we always went to "The Farm." It was the kind of Thanksgiving dinner that everyone should have. My favorite aunt and uncle hosted and everyone ate a lot. My dad had six brothers and sisters, so there was always a crowd, with lots of cousins. The table was set with the good china, and the younger ones had a table of their own. Most of the family weren't active church goers so there was always an awkward moment while somebody cobbled together a thankful prayer of grace. Afterwards, the men napped or went pheasant hunting while the women gossiped in the kitchen and the kids explored the rambling old house. Then the eating began all over again. It wasn't exactly a Norman Rockwell scene, but just about as close as my family got.

Of course, we've had lots of other Thanksgiving dinners since then. All were special in their own ways. And some of them came with tears along with the turkey. We'll never forget the one where the tablecloth caught fire. Or the one where I invited all the family and some friends to the fraternity house and my son-in-law cooked dinner in the fancy new kitchen. Now we divide our time with two families and different traditions. Our California Thanksgiving was beautiful, but we are glad not to be traveling during the holidays this year. 

Isn't it curious that this dark, damp and dreary time of the year is the time we are most reminded to be thankful? Perhaps it is good to remember this is just a little respite, a time between the October harvest, and the lights and sparkle of the December holidays.

Don't forget to count your Blessings!

VETERANS DAY, REMEMBRANCE DAY

Tuesday, November 11 is our Veterans Day, known as Remembrance Day in other parts of the world. It marks the signing of the Armistice of World War I, which officially took effect on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

When I was in junior high, our history teacher required each of us to learn the poem "In Flanders Fields". One by one, we all had to recite it to him in the back of the room. I loved that poem. It still makes me cry. I remember every word and have been known to quote it at odd moments.

The poem was written by a Canadian soldier, John McCrea, after his friend was killed in the battle in 1915. A few years later, in November of 1918, Moina Michael wrote a reply to the poem and vowed to wear a red poppy every day as a symbol of remembrance. She sold poppy flower corsages to raise money for veterans and their families and became known as "The Poppy Lady"

Although the First World War was proclaimed to be the War to End all Wars, unfortunately, it was not. 

We went to the movie "Nuremberg" on Tuesday. I didn't think I would like it, but I did. It is a movie that stays with you. It was first released at the Toronto International Film Festival on September 7. It got a four minute standing ovation, which was the first time that happened.

It is based on the true story of the trials of German Nazis after the end of World War II. The main story line is about the psychiatrist who interviewed them to keep track of their psychological states. He was to evaluate whether they were able to stand trial. The focus is on  his relationship with Herman Goering. 

Although Dr. Douglas Kelly wrote a book after the trial, it was never well received. It's out of print, but I might try to find it. The book that the movie is based on was written in 2013 by Jack El-Hai. It's called "The Nazi and the Psychiatrist". I've ordered it.

I read several reviews of the movie and they were not always good. I think it was definitely worth seeing.

          "The only clue to what man can do is what man has done."                                                               R.G. Collingwood       

 When John and I combined households six years ago, we realized right away that we had more things than we had room to keep. I had already downsized several times, but I don't think he and his first wife had ever let anything go. We realized right away that many, many items needed to move on to family, or friends, thrift shop donations, the end of the driveway, or the dumpster. I rented a small booth at a local antique mall and started pricing our "treasures". My booth has never had a theme or been truly staged. But now, finally, I am running low on inventory. Except for some handcrafted items that I've made, (and a few storage pieces) I have never bought something just to put in the booth. My dilemma is this--is it time to get serious and put more money and personality into this space or is it time to let it go?

 

I'm really not much of a shopper. I lose interest pretty quickly in department stores. Clothes shopping doesn't excite me at all.  I do love to look at everything in big box stores. I want to see all the books, the toys, the holiday decorations and the housewares. I enjoy craft and fabric stores even though there are getting to be fewer and fewer of them. Cute little boutiques and garage sales make me nervous because I always feel obligated to buy something even if I don't want anything. But thrift stores are different.

 

 I am afraid that I may have been bitten by the dangerous insect called the "Thrift Store Bug". Twice a week I attend a Pilates class unless I talk myself out of it. I have just discovered that there are at least six thrift stores between my class and my home. My initial plan was to buy items to resell at a profit. So, I have been cruising the aisles the past few days. I found a vintage nativity set from Italy. FOR ME. Two old tin containers jumped into my cart. FOR ME. A tiny suitcase FOR ME. Three white baby dresses FOR ME. I may have to rethink this plan.

An Invitation to Tea

 

 

A Witches' Tea 

will be served at three

  For all my magic friends

      And Me 

                                                          

You're invited to prepare the pot

And drink it while it's piping hot

We'll have some treats upon a tray

And nibble til it's time to play

We'll practice all our games and spells

Until we all can do them well

And from the cups the leaves we'll read

And tell some fortunes with great speed

For it's a busy day,  you see

And yet we must make time for tea

And afterwards a fond goodbye

As on our brooms to home we'll fly.

       

If I forgot to tell you where

I guess that we won't see you there.

                                                                 SMB

(This is a reprint of a post I did a few years ago. I did add a few more lines to my poem to make it new again. This will be my last post before Halloween. And we all know what comes next.)