Fall Asleep

Fall Asleep
©2019 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

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The sky is heavy with cloud;
Pregnant with sleet or snow.
The maples and birches shiver;
Their bright raiment now shed
In scattered heaps around their feet.
No longer wanted, the leaves wait
To travel on capricious winds,
Or to be tucked into hibernation
By gathering mounds of winter,
To sleep undisturbed,
Sheltering the silent soil
And all that lives beneath
Until Spring’s resurrection.

Thanksgiving Doggerel

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©  2019 Mollie McKibbon

Mama’s in the kitchen

And dinner smells so good,

We’re sent to set the table

As all hungry children should.

We’ve folded all the napkins

And pulled up all our chairs.

Papa is so famished

He rumbles like the bears.

The potatoes have been mashed, 

And the carrots have been creamed,

The turkey bursts with stuffing, 

And the onions have been steamed.

As we sit around the table

With our relatives galore,

Papa says the shortest blessing

Than he’s ever said before.

Our eyes are on the kitchen,

With our napkins tucked to chins,

When Mama brings the platter

And Papa starts to grin.

The turkey smells delicious

As she wafts it by our nose,

And all of us together

Are curling up our toes.

There’s a leg for my big brother,

A wing for my dear sis,

And another leg for mother

While Papa takes some breast.

After all my aunts and uncles

Have each made their own pick,

There’s hardly any turkey left

For me to get a lick.

Because I am the youngest,

When the turkey has been cut,

I’m lucky if I end up with 

What’s on the turkey’s butt.

Fifty Years Later

Happy 50th

The above photo was taken by Lynne Ford.

My husband and I recently celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary.  We were married on a warm September day in 1969.  It was a stellar year for NASA with the moon landing, for children’s television with the first viewing of “Sesame Street” and it was for us a big step compared to Neil Armstrong’s “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”. Our big step made the newspapers too, but only our loved ones made note of it and kept copies of it for my parents.  Now looking back over 50 years of marriage I find it difficult to realize how very young we were. That is until I look at our wedding pictures.  We look like teenagers, and we were barely adults at 22 years old.

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I made my wedding dress – no Kleinfeld’s for me.  It was my decision.  I couldn’t bear the idea of spending hundreds (not thousands like now) on a dress I would only wear one day.  So Mom and I went looking through pattern books and searching through material bundles in the local sewing stores.  I made my dress out of a beautiful white cotton eyelet and lined it with satin.  Wow, it was heavy.  It cost me under $100 dollars.  I spread a white sheet over the basement floor and I stitched it together on my mother’s old White-Elna sewing machine.  My sister and my good friend wore turquoise dresses (also homemade). My fiancé  bought a good grey suit and his friends wore their best suits and matching grey ties.  I carried yellow roses, daisies and gladiolas.  My attendants carried baskets of daisies and roses.  We posed for photos in my parent’s backyard, at the church, and at the hotel where we had the reception.  My aunt made our wedding cake and the hotel iced it.  There was a great dinner, which I was too nervous to eat for fear of dropping something on my dress.  We had lovely speeches but no dancing.  We drove to a cottage for our honeymoon while everyone else gathered at Mom and Dad’s for a big after party.  That was the way it was done then.

Our first home was in a small one bedroom apartment over a garage on an estate.  It was once the apartment for their cook and chauffeur.  Every time the owners arrived home the automatic garage door would make a loud noise going up and startle any guests we had visiting.  Quite often the owner, who was losing his depth perception, would hit the end wall of the garage.  The furniture in the apartment was not all ours.  The bed, for example, had a valley in the middle of the mattress and was missing one leg so it was balanced on a pile of bricks.

Our second home was in an apartment right in the middle of a well-known (except to us) criminal element.  We heard sirens quite often, ambulance and police.  We moved out after our first child was born, but he spent his first months in a second-hand car bed on the metal trunk next to our bed.  Remember car beds?  How did we ever survive the contraptions we travelled in as babies and tots?

After our third apartment, we had both saved enough money to make a downpayment on a home so we went house-shopping.  Everything  in the city was either too expensive, or too decrepit.  We began looking outside the city and finally found the piece of country that we could afford.  We bought a few acres of sandy soil surrounded by a border of elms and evergreens.  We had a house plan that we had designed but after taking it from one builder to another, chose a house plan that a builder showed us.  When we finally moved in our little family expanded.

Four children, several dogs and five grandchildren later, it seems that those years just sailed by, but in truth there were hard times as well as happy times.  There were late night trips to hospitals, early morning trips to work and school, sad moments at gravesides saying goodbye to parents and neighbours, anxious moments wondering if we would be able to pay the mortgage and whether we would be able to help our children through college or university.  But there were happy times too – laughing at the antics of our children and our pets, marvelling in the sunrises and sunsets, listening to birdsong, harvesting our garden, seeing all the animal life on the farms and in the fields around us and enjoying the friends we’ve made.

Fifty years is a milestone and we have grown together as best friends as well as sweethearts.  My dad said to me going down the aisle 50 years ago, “it’s not too late to change your mind”.  I knew he was trying to make me smile.  I was so nervous, not about what I was about to commit to, but that I would trip on my dress and fall flat on my face. He was joking (he’d paid for the wedding after all) but I meant the vows I made at the altar and so did my husband.  We are in this together for the long run, till death do us part.

Adirondack Chair in a Bottle etc.

This is a craft that I did for Father’s Day – an Adirondack chair in a bottle to remind someone of pleasant summer days at the beach or cottage.

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I really enjoyed making this.  I used popsicle sticks which I hot-glued together to

make my version of an Adirondack chair.  I placed decorative sand, tiny shells and

a piece of felt to represent a towel in a wide-mouthed bottle.  I then place the chair

on top.  I taped the top with decorative tape after gluing the top in place.  What I

liked more than the tape was the rope cord-wrapped top one of the other crafters

did as it looked more nautical. This was one of the crafts that our church craft group

made for the local senior’s extended care establishment.

Here are more of the crafts we made:

2019 crafts for Father's Day

 

Some Say

Some Say

© 2019 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

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Some say I believe myths, Lord,

But I think that’s so unfair

Since they believe that U F O’s

Are flying everywhere.

 

Some say You are a crutch, Lord,

But You’re just what I need

For I am lame in Spirit

And your help makes me succeed.

 

Some say its just happenstance

All the miracles I see,

But miracles keep happening

When I ask You faithfully.

 

Some say that I am blind, Lord,

To the truth that science finds,

But I cannot forget, Lord,

That You made those human minds.

 

Although I love my friends, Lord,

I know they’ve been misled.

Please open up their hearts, Lord,

To the truth You’ve done and said.

The One Who Makes the Wind Obey

Jesus Calms the storm                                                                                               

The One Who Makes the Wind Obey
© 2019 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

1)
The ocean swells with the rising tide
And I cannot see the other side.
My craft is small and the water deep,
But I must cross it before I sleep.

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How wonderful to trust my frail steps
To the One who made the ocean depths;
To the One who makes the wind obey,
My Jesus, who carries me all the way.

2)
As I sail over the bounding waves,
I trust my soul to the One who saves,
Mightier is He than any king,
God, the Maker of everything.

3)
I am never alone, have no fear,
For my Protector is always near.
He guides me through every storm
And shelters me from eternal harm.