When I was a very young child, our Christmas Eve always began with a trip to my great-grandmother's house to have Christmas with the Thurman side of the family. Mama Thurman was a widow and lived in a small neighborhood in Houston in a teeny tiny wood frame house. I think it was a 2 bedroom, 1 bath home with an eat-in kitchen and a small living room. We would gather together and there would be cookies and punch and cake. Everyone would bring a gift for Mama Thurman. I remember one year my mother bought her a little musical angel for her gift. She rotated on her base and played "Silent Night". Mama Thurman loved her. Years later, I got that little angel back and she still played so sweetly. She was always precious memory to me.
I will never know how all of us managed to cram inside of that little house! The women tended to congregate in the kitchen and the living room. I remember Mama Thurman sitting in her chair in the living room and everyone would take turns sitting near her to give her a present and visit a minute. I think most of the menfolk, after an obligatory 10 minute meet-and-greet inside the house, went out back to the yard (when the weather wasn't too cold or wet) to talk and pass a bottle around. I know that my dad often got started on his Christmas "cheer" pretty early in the evening, and I'm pretty sure my southern Baptist Mama Thurman didn't allow any drinking inside the house. I even remember one Christmas Eve I found my dad passed out, snoring on one of Mama Thurman's chenille bedspreads in the spare bedroom. Oooh, was my mother mad at him that year! I don't think he ever did that again.
While there were many, many Thurman aunts and uncles, it seemed there were never many cousins my age. So while it was exciting to be at a party, we didn't do a gift exchange and I was always ready to leave fairly quickly after we arrived.
After we had Christmas with the Thurman family, it was time to have Christmas with the Gibson family. I do remember some really big parties when I was very, very young. We were a large family with many aunts, uncles, and cousins of all ages. I remember going to various cousins' houses and I know we had one such gathering at our house one Christmas. I remember the women were all so pretty in their party dresses of shiny satin or silk taffeta skirts! Their waists were narrow and belted; the skirts were big and wide, stiff with starch and some wore petticoats that made rustling sounds when they swished by you. All the women wore heels and nylons, too. It was a very dressy affair for them, although I don't remember the men being in full suits. I do remember lots of white dress shirts and ties, but I don't remember the men wearing suit jackets.
The children would also be dressed up in their Christmas best. Little girls wore dresses or jumpers made of red or green velvet or maybe black velvet embellished with tiny sparkling rhinestones. Crisp white blouses with Peter Pan collars, ruffled white ankle socks and shiny black patent leather shoes were de rigueur, of course. Our hair was tightly curled and ruthlessly pulled up high in the back with a big bow, ringlets falling like waterfalls from a crown. Boys would be dressed in their best dark slacks, crisply creased, with short sleeved starched white shirts and little plaid bow ties. The boys' hair would be cut neat and short, combed stiff with Brylcreem, or perhaps a dab of mom's Dippity Do. There were no jeans and tee shirts at parties in the sixties! We were all dressed to the nines, as they said back then.
I think hi-balls must have been the drink of choice back then. I remember lots of clinking ice cubes in short, thick-bottomed glasses. I remember the smell and fizz of 7-Up being used as a mixer, but funny, but I don't remember sodas or Cokes ever being offered as drink choices, not even for the kids. People were loud and laughing and excitement fairly shimmered in the air, sparked no doubt by the shots of flowing Christmas cheer! I do remember we had a set of champagne glasses at our house, but I never remember the sound of popping corks. I never saw a bottle of wine in anyone's house. Heavy dark brown beer bottles were always around though. And there was always a punch bowl with lime sherbet punch made with ginger ale for us kids.
There was more food at the big Gibson family parties on Christmas Eve. In addition to tables full of pies, cakes, cookies, and punch, I remember hot hors d'oeuvres and dips and chips. Nuts, olives and pickles of all kinds were set in bowls all around the living rooms, as well as lots of little pillow shaped pastel butter mints. Stalks of green celery filled with orange pimiento cheese seemed to be ever-present as well. But I never remember any ethnic foods being offered. There was no Tex Mex, no Italian, no Chinese foods on display. (In fact, I was sixteen before I ever even tasted a pizza! But that's another story . . .)
At some point though, these traditions fell away. Mama Thurman gave up living on her own in her little house and the Thurman Family Christmas party disappeared. I think the Gibsons must all have agreed that the family was just too big for any one person to host all of us in their house. And we morphed into smaller more easily managed groups.
My own family began to gather every Christmas Eve at either our home or one of my dad's siblings. The sisters-in-law took turns hosting each year. Then on Christmas Day we would gather at my grandparent's home. None of our houses were very large, but they always seemed to be more than adequate to host our family gatherings. At our largest census, we were 15 in all: 8 adults and 7 kids.
Christmas Eve was a time of great fun for all of us cousins. We would play together and tell stories of what we hoped Santa would bring. We would run outside to look at the Christmas lights and check for Santa's sleigh. Many times we would stay up way past our bedtime, which was cause for excitement in and of itself! The grownups would talk and laugh, too, drinking and eating and enjoying each other's company. I remember the absolute joy of those evenings, knowing I was loved and accepted, knowing I belonged in my family.
We always did a small gift exchange as well. The adults would "draw names" at Thanksgiving, and then exchange presents on Christmas Eve. The cousins all bought a gift for each cousin. I remember my mom was always a bit "put out" every year by this process. I was an only child and my cousins were all in sets of three. Mom would always quietly tell me that while THEY only had to buy one present for me, SHE had to buy SIX. My grandparents, Mommaw and Pop Gibson, would also give their gifts out on Christmas Eve. Their presents were never big or lavish, but no one cared. It was the thought that counted!
As we grew older, more awareness of family dynamics emerged. I was an only child, and of course my cousins all had brothers and sisters, a fact that I envied at times. I was also aware that my cousins all had other grandparents and families that they visited on Christmas. But for some reason, I never questioned the fact that I only had one set of grandparents. That all changed when I was about 10 years old. My mom's parents, after a 10-year estrangement, suddenly decided that they wanted to make up. It was quite a shock to discover that I had another side to my family. My mom was also an only child, so it was just my Grandma and Grandpa Claussen. And I didn't like them!
There are complicated reasons behind family estrangements. I won't go into all of them here. But all of a sudden our Christmas Day routine changed. Now, after having "Santa Claus" at our house in the mornings, we had to go over to my new grandparents' house before we could go to my "real" grandparents. We would sit in their little house and listen to my grandmother play something or other the organ. (If it was a Christmas carol, I couldn't recognize it--and I was a musical child. It was painful to listen to her play.) There would be drinks and snacks to eat. And then they would pass out the presents. As selfish as it sounds now, that was the only part of the whole visit that I liked. Being the only grandchild, and having missed out on the first 10 years of my life, my grandparents tried to make up for it with lavish gifts. It was fun, but it didn't make me like them any better. I was always so relieved when the visit was over.
But in spite of all the presents that arrived on Christmas Day, Christmas Eve remained the high point of the whole celebration to me. Our family parties were exciting and magical. Once we were old enough, we cousins often were allowed to play card games or dominoes with the grownups at the kitchen table. And music was always a big part of our celebration as well. We sang all the Christmas carols we knew over and over again each year. As children in the sixties, we had record players and vinyl records. My favorite was Christmas With the Chipmunks! I loved that album. I can still sing every song on there. The anticipation of Christmas morning ran high, almost eclipsing the actual event. The grown ups were happy and in good moods (unlike sometimes on Christmas morning when a lack of sleep and an excess of Christmas cheer made them slightly grumpy!), teasing and playing with us. The night literally rang with laughter and song.
Eventually though the heads of the children would begin to droop and heavy eyelids fluttered closed. We would disperse to our own houses, to be carried in from backseats of cars and gently tucked up in our beds, awaiting the arrival of Santa the next morning. And Christmas Eve would close silently, quietly, with peace in our souls.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
A New Year's Tale
A New Year’s Tale
So, too, was Father
Time as he shuffled along the parapet of his
enormous glass castle that sat high upon Mount Century in the center of
island. “My time is almost up,” thought
the old man. “I must prepare for the new year coming.”
Straightening his back,
he turned with a purpose and began the long descent down the winding staircase
to the first floor of the castle. It was
time to visit the nursery.
Now it might seem
strange to some that there should be a nursery in Old Father Time’s castle, but
in fact he had been born there himself. Each
year a new Baby New Year was born in the castle and was carefully nurtured
until New Year’s Eve arrived. Then, at
the stroke of midnight, Old Father Time would give his sacred hour glass filled
with the sands of time to the new Baby New Year. The hour glass would flip over and the sands
would begin to trickle down again. A
brand new year was born, and with it, a brand new Father Time.
But now it was time for
Old Father Time to have a talk with Baby New Year and prepare him for his
duties for the coming year.
“Ah, yes, I see your
gift has arrived from China,” he said, smiling at the chubby infant. 2015 would be the Year of the Goat according
to the Chinese calendar. It was
customary for the Chinese to give small gifts to celebrate the new year.
The baby just grinned
and bounced up and down. Baby New Year
wouldn’t talk until after midnight, but he understood old Father Time very
well. “Gah,” he said, drooling a bit as
he shook his goat rattle.
Father Time snapped his
fingers and a very old globe floated off a corner shelf and wafted across the
room until it was hovering just in front of them. With a whish of his hand, he set the globe to
spinning slowly on its axis. Baby New
Year dropped the rattle and stared with fascination at the whirling blue ball,
flashing with bright colors, beckoning them to touch it.
“Now this, young fella,
is The World. See how it turns? That’s Time passing. Every day the world gets just a little bit
older, and starting tomorrow, it’s going to be your job to keep track of it.”
Baby New Year looked up
at Father Time in surprise.
“Tomorrow,” announced
Father Time in his deep weighty voice, “is New Year’s Day. The first day of the new year. It’s going to be your year, Baby—it’s almost 2015.”
Baby New Year burped
slightly and stuck his fist in his mouth in awe. Happiness, Luck and Prosperity, the three
nymphs who followed Baby New Year wherever he went, put down the sash they were
embroidering to listen to Father Time’s tale.
“Later I moved to the
city of Rome and lived among the ancient Romans. The Romans called me Saturn and worshiped me
as the Deity of Time. I was still a
farmer then, and the people turned to me for help with their annual crops.”
“Gah?” said Baby New
Year.
“Now I want you to
reach out and touch a spot on the globe.
Hurry now, we’ve only got a few hours before we have to leave and I have
much to teach you.” He cast a stern eye
at Happiness, Luck and Prosperity, who suddenly recalled the embroidery in
their hands and bent once more to their task.
Baby New Year stared at
the whirling globe with enormous eyes as he “ooh’d” and “aah’d” at the choices
before him. Finally he stuck out one
chubby baby finger and poked right in the middle of a big green spot. “Gah!” he said.
“Ahh, very good, Baby,”
said Old Father Time, pleased. “You have
selected the United States of America. An
excellent place to begin. In America,
there are many different cultures and many traditions to discover. We will travel there tonight, first to a
place they call Times Square in New York City.
Thousands of people gather there each year to celebrate New Year’s Eve.”
Father Time cleared his
throat and in a surprisingly strong voice began to sing, “Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind, Should
auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of Auld Lang Syne.”
Baby New Year frowned
in confusion at this song. He couldn’t
understand some of the words in that song at all!
Father Time laughed and
chucked him under the chin. “Cheer up,
young fella, it’s not that hard. ‘Auld
Lang Syne’ is a song the Scots brought to American many years ago. It simply means to remember the good old
days.”
Baby New Year nodded
and clapped his hands together. He was
enjoying the story Father Time was telling him.
“Now, it just so
happens that there are many different people living in the United States, and
some of them have kept the traditions and customs they brought with them from
own cultures.”
“Not every culture
celebrates New Year on the same day though.
The Chinese celebrate their New Year in late January or early
February. And you know what? Their party lasts for 15 days!”
Baby New Year’s eyes
grew very round at that. A 15-day
party? What fun! He waved his hands in excitement.
Baby New Year scrunched
up his little eyes and tried very hard to “meh” like a goat. The three nymphs giggled at his antics and
Baby New Year bounced up and down on Old Father Time’s knee again, happy and
smiling.
“The Jewish people also
celebrate New Year’s, but they do so in September. For them the holiday is called Rosh Hashanah,
and it is not so much a party as a religious holiday. However, just like so many other people, they
have a big meal with special foods and traditions just for the new year. They begin their meal by eating apples and
honey, so that they will have sweetness and good fortune in the year to
come. Sometimes they eat honey cakes or
they bake a special round loaf of bread called challah which they break apart and dip in the honey.”
“Ah, yes, very nice—very
nice work, ladies!” praised Old Father Time.
Happiness, Luck and Prosperity blushed and giggled, then gathered up
their baskets of blessings, ready to follow Baby New Year, 2015.
“You are Baby Number
Two Thousand and Fifteen,” announced Old Father Time to the infant sitting on
his lap. “A good name for a very good year.”
He chuckled as he stood
and murmured to himself, “Had to give up naming ’em all centuries ago! There’ve just been too darn many of them.”
Father Time sat Baby
New Year back in his crib while he gathered up his own equipment to take with
him. He retrieved his scythe from the
corner and then fished around in the pockets of his voluminous
robe until he found his hourglass. The
sand was almost gone but there was still time for one last journey.
Old Father New Year
approached the hovering globe and with a mighty wave of his hand, sent it
spinning dizzily around. Lightning
flashed and the winds outside the castle howled ferociously as the globe
whirled faster and faster. Baby New Year
watched in awe as the globe began to grow in size until it was almost as large
as the room itself, as transparent and shimmering as a giant soap bubble.
“Ready everyone?” asked
Old Father Time.
Baby New Year just sat
there in his sling, wide-eyed, saying, “Gah,” but the three nymphs nodded
eagerly.
“Tempus Fugit!” cried
Father Time, and stepped into the whirling globe, feeling just a bit sad to be leaving
Tempus Island for the last time.
Happiness, Luck, and
Prosperity quickly followed, carrying the Baby New Year between them. And as the swirling vortex
began to carry them all away from the island, the three nymphs could be heard
singing their New Year’s Eve song. To
some, it might have sounded a bit like “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”, but that
would be silly, now wouldn’t it?
Ring,
ring, ring the bells,
Ring
them loud and clear!
The
time has come for all to know
That
New Year’s Day is near!
Author’s
Note: The custom
of making a New Year’s resolution is an ancient one, dating back
centuries. Most people feel excited
about the start of a new year and like the idea of a fresh start. You will sometimes hear adults promise to
lose weight or to quit smoking. But
there are resolutions that you can make as well. See if you can pick one or two resolutions
from the list below (or make up your own!) to keep throughout the year 2010. Don’t try to do too many. It’s easier to change just one habit at a
time.
New
Year's Resolutions for School Age Kids:
ü
I will do my homework on
time.
ü
I will go to sleep on
time.
ü
I will limit the amount
of soda I drink.
ü
I will never give out
personal information such as my name, home address, school name or telephone
number on the Internet or to strangers.
ü
I will be friendly to
kids who need friends—like someone who is shy, or is new to my school.
ü
I will wear my seat belt
every time I get in a car.
ü
I will try to find a
sport (like basketball or soccer) or an activity (skipping rope, dancing or
horse riding) that I like and do it at least three times a week!
New
Year's Resolutions for Teens:
ü
I will limit the amount
of soda I drink.
ü
I will find a sport or
any activity that I enjoy and do it at least three times a week.
ü
I will wear my seat belt
every time I get in a car.
ü
I will resist peer
pressure to try cigarettes, drugs and alcohol.
ü
I will wipe negative
"self talk" (i.e., "I
can't do it" or "I'm so dumb") out of my vocabulary.
ü
I will respect myself
and others around me. I will refrain
from gossiping or bad-mouthing others.
ü
I will be nice to my
parents and teachers and I will show them respect.
ü
I will help out in my
community—through volunteering, working with community groups, or by joining a
group that helps people in need.
ü
When I feel angry or
stressed out, I will take a break and find constructive ways to deal with the
stress, such as exercising, reading, writing in a journal or discussing my
problem with a parent or friend.
ü
When faced with a
difficult decision, I will talk with an adult about my choices.
ü
I will be careful about
whom I choose to date, and always treat the other person with respect.
Here are some vocabulary
words that you might want to look up: infamous,
parapet, scythe, imperative, voluminous, diaphanous, tempus fugit, vortex
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