My Mother’s Little Ceramic Tree

The fun part is the little bulbs that you can pullout and move into a different hole. You could really say it glows. I was able to get some replacement ones.

It’s in the corner of the landing on the stairs. On the floor. I usually have it on a table but with kids In the house for a time, I think the floor is best.

My

Mom didn’t make it but a friend of the family gave it to her decades ago.

Here’s an outtake- it doesn’t rotate. The blooper is all me, moving

My cousin Chris in Illinois just sent a photo of his mother’s tree (my Aunt Rhea) in response to the blog post this morning so I’m adding it now 7:25 am

Christmas Tree at the Met

My sister sent me this photo of the Christmas tree at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Click Christmas Tree link forhttps://www.metmuseum.org/exhibitions/christmas-tree-and-neapolitan-baroque-creche details

Just a couple of weeks ago

February 22-Zanesville Ohio, pit stop. Gas and bathroom on way home to Pittsburgh

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
How lovely are your branches!
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
How lovely are your branches!
Not only green in summer’s heat,
But also winter’s snow and sleet.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How lovely are your branches!

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
Of all the trees most lovely;
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
Of all the trees most lovely.
Each year you bring to us delight
With brightly shining Christmas light!
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
Of all the trees most lovely.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
We learn from all your beauty;
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
We learn from all your beauty.
Your bright green leaves with festive cheer,
Give hope and strength throughout the year.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
We learn from all your beauty.

A Yarn Bomb Tree Guest Blog

My family knows how I feel about yarn. It’s nice to be thought of- Laura and Charlie saw this Yarn Bomb Tree Season of Celebrations at COSI in Columbus Ohio and sent me these photos.

Glass Ornaments, so fragile

I took them out of the China cabinet where I keep these special Ornaments year round.

Laura gave me the stick of butter and Jen S the Groundhog, Knitting Basket and Camera the wild boar is not glass but snuck into the frame.

Bob, The Feral Cat, at Home

My sister Mary started this by photographing Bob’s new home on our front porch.

I went out tonight and captured the lights on Bob’s tree
Steve just took this photo. He’s not in the house but looks like he’s waiting for something.
Steve was able to get a photo of Bob peeking out of his home

Bob has his name, thanks to granddaughter Anna. Bob has no tail since birth. And he is fifteen years old which is way beyond normal life expectancy for a feral cat. He’s well cared for by Cat Daddy Steve.

Laura got that cat wreath for Steve at a church festival years ago. Believe it not, Bob has a handknit wool shawl inside this little cat home. There’s also capability for heat but it’s not cold enough yet.

Bob is ready for Christmas. we didn’t want to traumatize him by trying to entice him inside for the shoot

Silent Sunday

Highland Park Tree

Planted in 1963, Our Family Christmas Tree

A friend drove over from Morristown to Morris Plains (New Jersey) today. It’s where I spent a decade of my growing up.

Photographed this evergreen for me. Sent me the photo. Between 40 and 50 feet tall now. Wow!

I was wondering if it was still there after all these years.

We had a live tree with the roots encased in a burlap sack just that single year. I remember how we watered it and of course it was really heavy to get out of the living room.

Usually we’d get a cut tree, close to Christmas Eve. You know the ones- sometimes hard to get level in the metal stand or the base of the trunk is too thick so you get a metal bucket and some rocks, the fresh trees that drop needles before Epiphany, or you grab the trunk and are dripping with sappy gum. These real trees evoke Christmas of yesteryear with the pine fragrance. Not a candle or soap or air freshener. True woodsy clean fresh pine along with a tangerine peel says Christmas to me.

This Christmas tree was planted behind St.Paul’s Church in Morris Plains where our dad was the rector. We lived in the Rectory across the street.

The photographer prefers anonymity to a photo credit but I’m grateful for the effort and can’t wait until my brother and sister see this magnificent tree. Thank you.

Happy memories.

The Hendricks Family Christmas (1963) Tree today. 2-10-19

Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday