Three Birthdays

Nana's Birthday party at Forest Pond Nfld.

My mother’s 5th birthday in Newfoundland, 1920.  Mom is the dark-haired, dark-eyed girl under the window.  Mom said that they had sandwiches, lemonade, birthday cake and homemade ice cream.

My fifth birthday in August 1952

This is my fifth birthday in Ontario in the ’50’s. I am the dark-haired girl, third from the left in the second row.  My parents did just what my mother’s parents did and invited the whole neighbourhood.  I’m sitting next to my best friend, Sue (face is blurred).  My dad put up some sawhorses in the backyard and covered them with two doors for our table. I think he made some makeshift benches too for us all to be able to sit around the table. Mom made lemonade and sandwiches and we had birthday cake and watermelon for dessert.  I remember that the boys were spitting watermelon seeds at each other and all over the backyard lawn.  We had a wonderful time.  Everyone got balloons and suckers as their treats.

Birthdays were always well celebrated in our family, whether we were five or twenty-five.  One of my favourite memories is the celebration we had for my mother’s 90th birthday.  We had a party for all Mom’s oldest friends in the church she attended and it was a wonderful occasion which the church women’s group catered.  The very next day we had a celebration at our home in the country to which we invited the whole family. We had three tents put up, one for all the guests, one for the food and one for people to sit and talk.  We all wore name tags  because Mom’s memory was getting a bit hazy.  We played games, watched a video of Mom’s life, made speeches, ate delicious fried chicken and a special cake.  Mom was the centre of attention.  We brought out an easy chair for her to sit in to watch the fireworks which the men arranged and we all enjoyed each others’ company.  Mom was the Queen of the day and the true family matriarch.  I wish we had been able to celebrate my dad’s 90th but he passed away in his 72nd year.  I think he would have approved of Mom’s birthday celebrations.

Knitting for Christmas

I wanted to make some small knitted items for my granddaughters, so I made scarves, toques and purses for their dolls.  Here they are:

eilishs-doll-hat-purse-and-scarfhat-purse-and-scarf-for-kaytlyns-doll

I just did straight knitting stitches using two colours of yarn. I put some cute animal buttons on the purse flap with an elastic loop to fasten it and I slipped a loonie (dollar coin) inside the purses.  Each set took about two hours to make.

 

Sewing for Christmas

One of the items on my granddaughters Christmas list was doll clothes for the 18″ doll I gave her two years ago.  Here are the things I made for her doll:

pajamas-and-slippers

Cosy polka dot pj’s with slippers.

 

jacket-with-pocket-and-pants

Brushed denim jacket with red plaid pocket and trim and pants.

jacket-back-and-reversible-cape

Back of the jacket and  front of reversible cape.

reverse-side-of-cape

Inside of reversible cape.

cupcake-jumpsuit

Cupcake jumpsuit with lace and mouse button trim.

The pattern I used for the doll’s clothes was McCall’s M6526.  It is the first time I’ve ever attempted something so small.  I can see my mistakes but hope the doll will overlook them.  😀

Stumblefoot -a Christmas Story

camel-2Stumblefoot

©2005 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

In all the countryside there were no finer trained camels than the herd that belonged to Amos, the Carpet-maker. He bought only the best of the best and so he needed to with all the carpets he had to ship from town to town. Every winter, before the cold winds began to blow hard enough to unwind a turban, Amos would search the market places for the most sure-footed camels to carry his carpets.

This particular year Amos left it later than usual to buy his camels and he was in such a rush that he decided to let his nephew Cephus, help.Cephus was a clever fellow, but he didn’t know much about buying camels. He thought he should buy the biggest ones and that is just what he did. Three of the animals were lucky choices. Unfortunately, the fourth one was clumsy. He tried hard to keep up with the others, but he never seemed to be able to untangle his long legs.
Amos was very upset with his nephews purchase, however he was already late starting his journey and many people were expecting him to bring them beautiful new carpets. The camels were groomed, saddled and laden with his merchandise. Amos put Cephus up on the clumsy camel to teach him a lesson.The journey was long and dusty and the nephew did not enjoy the ride. He pitched and swayed and almost fell off many times. He called the clumsy animal all kinds of names, but none of them nearly as mean as the ones the other camels gave it.
“Stumblefoot” was as miserable as Cephus. He wanted desperately to be a good camel, to travel over the sand as gracefully as the others, but the harder he tried the more clumsy he seemed to be. Finally, the nephew made a marvellous deal with three dusty looking old gentlemen travelling towards the east. They needed an extra camel to carry their luggage and thought that Stumblefoot could certainly do the job.
Amos was glad to be rid of Stumblefoot and os he was pleased with his nephew’s clever sale. After paying twice as much as the nephew had, the old gentlemen saddled up Stumblefoot and off they went, travelling eastward with the laughter of the other camels ringing in Stumblefoot’s ears.Stumblefoot was determined to do his best, even though he knew he wasn’t as surefooted as the other three camels. The three old gentlemen soon discovered the mistake they had made, but they were kinder to Stumblefoot than Cephus had been. they knew their luggage was heavy so they lightened his load as often as possible.
Eventually they arrived at their destination, tired and thirsty. First they stopped at a huge palace to ask for directions. They left the palace shaking their heads and mounted up again. Evidently, no one at the palace had ever heard of person they were seeking. Finally, they arrived not far from a small village. They stopped to consult their map and sky charts. It was a beautiful night, full of starlight and almost as bright as day. After arguing amongst themselves over which road to take, the three dusty old men once again mounted the camels and started down the road towards the town. They seemed to be following the brightest star and Stumblefoot, who was concentrating very hard on his feet, didn’t notice when they halted. He pitched headlong into one of the other camels and almost knocked over one of the old gentlemen into the haymow of a stable.There erupted a great braying and snorting and the other camels tried to bite Stumblefoot. Slowly, he got to his feet whimpering and apologizing in camel noises and hanging his head in shame. Instead of beating him as Cephus had many times, the old gentlemen quieted the other camels and had them kneel so they could dismount.
There was something very peaceful about the house to which the old gentlemen had come. Everyone was hushed and even the animals seeded to be quietly at attention. Stumblefoot couldn’t see over the backs of the other camels, but the voices of the old gentlemen were almost whispering and one by one they came to him and lightened his burden.
Stumblefoot knew what each chest contained because he had asked the other camels. The chest of gold weighed more than the ones with the flasks of frankincense and myrrh. He was very glad to be relieved of it. Stumblefoot was also glad to kneel because he had hurt one of his legs when he stumbled. It hurt so much that when the old gentlemen came back to remount their camels, Stumblefoot couldn’t get move.
“What will we do?” the old gentlemen wondered aloud. “We must leave before dawn to return to our homes before winter sets in.”
“I will look after your camel,” someone said from the shadows of the stable beside the house. Stumblefoot felt a strong but gentle hand on his bridle. “My wife and child need a strong camel to carry them with me into the desert. May I buy your camel?”

The old gentlemen looked at each other in great concern. Stumblefoot knew that they didn’t think he was such a good bargain for the young family. They told the man about his clumsiness and protested that they mustn’t take his money.
The kind man examined Stumblefoot and made him stand up so that he could look at his leg. It hurt to stand , but once up, Stumblefoot didn’t feel quite so bad and each time the kind man touched him he felt a little bit better. The old gentlemen were finally persuaded to accept the money that the kind man offered them and moved their luggage from Stumblefoot’s back to the backs of the other camels. They soon moved off into the darkness away from the morning’s first glow.
In the next day or so Stumblefoot had lots of care from the kind man and his leg got better and better. One dark night, the kind man came into the stable and saddled his donkey. Stumblefoot watched him hurry to collect his wife and young son.
“Perhaps they will leave me behind,” Stumblefoot thought sadly. “Maybe I’ve been sold to someone else. I’m too clumsy to carry such an important burden.”
Quietly the kind man helped his young wife up onto Stumblefoot’s back and then lifted their young son up to her. Stumblefoot trembled. never had he been given such a big responsibility! What if he tripped over his clumsy feet now? The mother and child would be badly hurt. His camel heart beat wildly within his chest as the kind man prodded him gently to his shaky feet. Quietly, because somehow he knew from the kind man’s firm hands that being quiet was important, they walked out of the sleeping town into the dark countryside. Not once did Stumblefoot trip or miss a step. he was amazed at how graceful he had become. He was gliding over the desert sands just like the other camels he had always admired.
Stumblefoot knew he was carrying a cargo more precious than gold. He was carrying Mary, and her child, Jesus, the King of Kings. Carefully his feet followed the donkey in front of him all the way into Egypt. Never again did anyone call him “Stumblefoot”.

Wisdom

Even cowboys need their naps.

Even cowboys need their naps.

This Sunday will be the fortieth anniversary of when I first became a mother.  I was excited and terrified all at the same time.  The idea of being responsible for the safekeeping of a little body was thrilling and  daunting.  What if I did something terribly wrong and that little person was damaged in some way?  I said a lot of prayers.  I felt so protective every time I felt that little earthquake move .

Yes, our baby boy was born one hot July day  on my mother’s birthday.  She was so excited to become a grandmother that she had forgotten it was her special day.  I told her, “Mom, this is the biggest present I could ever give you.  Please don’t expect one every year!”

Our eldest and my mother celebrated their birthdays together every year until she passed away at 92, five years ago.  She so loved being a grandmother and then eventually a great-grandmother, because one day our eldest son and his wife made me a grandmother too.  What a joy that has been!  Now we have three grandchildren, two from my eldest and one from his younger brother.  Like every other grandparent, we think our grandchildren are the smartest and the most handsome in the whole world.

And then one day, I stopped and thought – Oh my, being a grandmother means I should be wise.  Little grandchildren need to have wise grandparents.  My hair is threaded through with grey now, my ears need hearing aids, and I often forget where my glasses (purse, address book, or keys) are so I guess that means I am older.  But wiser?

If I am so wise now, why do I feel sometimes like the child who was always the new girl at school? Why do I feel surprised when I see this older lady looking back at me in the mirror?  When my dear husband pays me a compliment I feel like I’m the 22 year old he married, but as I told my grandchildren, I know I creak and squeak now when I get out of my chair.

Our oldest once asked his dad (though he will no doubt deny it now) how old he was before he knew everything.  Wow!  Now that was a compliment.  Of course, my husband modestly protested that he was still waiting for that day to arrive.  Wisdom might be knowing that you still have much to learn.

It is said wisdom comes from experience.  Perhaps that is true.  I know that if I have a pill (and I do) that is too large to swallow, apple sauce will send it down gently without me gagging.  I know the signs of seasonal change because I’ve seen a lot of seasons and besides, my arthritis never lies.  I know that the smell of a newborn, freshly washed, is the sweetest smell on earth and, conversely, a heavy diaper is not so pleasant.  I know that sometimes a child will have a temper tantrum and then fall asleep in your arms.  I know how hard it is to get grocery shopping done when a child is tired and balky and I sympathize with the mother.  I know enough to answer some questions and leave other answers for moms and dads.  I know how hard it is to be a preteen, trying to leave childhood behind and be recognized as a full-sized person.  I know that seventeen is even harder when you are so anxious to be getting on with LIFE and you are stuck in a awkward gawky body that never seems to do what you want it to do.  Does this make me wise?  Gee, I hope so.  It is all I have to give.  So far.  I’m still learning.

Forty years ago, a tiny baby boy set me on a journey of adventure I never could have imagined.  All his siblings look up to him, not always in agreement, but with respect as the oldest in our family.  He is a responsible adult with his own children, a sweet wife, and a home.  He is thoughtful, honorable and caring.  We are very proud of him, as all parents should be of their children, and we cherish fond memories of his childhood years.  Someday he will be the patriarch of the family clan.  And you know what?  One day our grandson will ask his father the same question.  “Dad, how old were you when you knew everything?”  What do you think his answer will be?

Happy Birthday, Son and God bless you.

Love always, Mom.