January 2, the Ninth Day of Christmas

January 3, 2017

Ever wonder if there is a deeper meaning to the Song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas”? There is! Here is the explanation of the Ninth day of Christmas: The nine ladies dancing represents the Nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit as found in Galatians 5:22…”But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” “……out of that loves comes the fruits of joy, which is love’s strength; peace, which is love’s security; patience, which is love’s endurance; kindness, which is love’s conduct; goodness, which is love’s character; faithfulness, which is love’s confidence; gentleness,…

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December 26, Second Christmas Day

December 27, 2016

Who had ten brothers and sisters and twenty-five nieces and nephews? My mother did. Second Christmas Day was a tradition in our community that was brought over from the “Old Country”, Germany. It was a special day to spend with our grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. Each family brought something delicious to eat. The adults caught up with all the family gossip and the young cousins played with each other and renewed that special bond that only cousins have. Christmas Eve was for worship services and gift giving. Christmas Day was for morning church service and a day spent with…

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A Tiny House with Large Christmas Traditions

December 20, 2016

Christmas Eve has always been a magical time for me. The anticipation of the Children’s Christmas Eve Church Service; Santa coming to Aunt Millie and Uncle Willie’s house; and the special meal that was shared by our families. More than a dozen family members gathered in a house not much larger than my den. Aunt Millie was my god-mother and she always remembered me with my favorite foods on Christmas Eve. The menu would include fresh pork sausage from the family smokehouse, fried potatoes with onions, canned peaches from her pantry with lime jello and fresh whipped cream. And, to…

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First Memory Verse for Christmas Eve Service

December 13, 2016

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in their fields keeping watch over their flocks by night.” (Luke 2:8 KJV) I had rehearsed it for weeks to be sure I could recite it perfectly. I was five years old and it was my first time to be part of the Children’s Service on Christmas Eve. The children told the Christmas Story in verse and song. This was a German Lutheran tradition brought by German immigrants to America. At the end of the service, another tradition was followed. The Elders of the church gave a small brown paper bag…

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Uncle John the Carpenter

December 6, 2016

Sally Mudd did not have a proper bed. This was unacceptable for my dad’s Uncle John. I was asked to spend a couple of days with Uncle John and his wife. While I was visiting them, he built a lovely little bed for my dolly. It had rails on the sides, slats on the bottom and four little wooden wheels. It was the perfect size for Sally Mudd. A little mattress and quilt added the final touches. The little bed resides in our guestroom. It looks wonderful and the wheels still roll thanks to the fine carpentry of Uncle John.

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Sally Mudd

November 29, 2016

Grandma Pohlmeyer’s death and funeral were quite the experiences for a just turned four year old. But I’m going to save that for another day. Today I want to tell you about Sally Mudd. Being a sharecropper’s daughter had some disadvantages. One, being poor; I mean really poor. Three room shack, wind whistling through the cracks in the walls, no electricity, no indoor plumbing, looking at the stars through the cracks in the ceiling, scorpions making themselves at home in your bed, outhouse poor. My grandfather Pohlmeyer wanted me to have a doll. He instructed my Aunt Maggie to buy…

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A Special Gift for a very Grown Up Four Year Old

November 22, 2016

It was like twinkling stars encircling my wrist. My birthday gift from papa and grandma Pohlmeyer was a beautiful silver bracelet with little star cut-outs in the metal and a tiny stone in each one. My grandmother Pohlmeyer wore black, walked with a cane and her hair was pulled back and anchored high up in a bun with little wisps of white curls framing her face. I was three years old and considered grown-up enough to have a special gift. Grandma made sure I knew this was not a “play” bracelet and must be treated with great care. This was…

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My First Train Ride

November 15, 2016

The sound of the train whistle penetrated the darkness like a lost soul crying out to his or her God. I don’t remember much about my first train ride but I do remember how I felt when I heard the sound of the whistle. My Aunt Laura, along with her son, Keith, was on her way from Brenham to Corpus Christi. The year was 1946. I was traveling with them and I was three years old.  Our grandparents would be celebrating their Golden Wedding Anniversary in just a few days. They were married on November 26, 1896 in the little…

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A Real “Cry Baby”

November 8, 2016

I was born with a mineral deficiency which made me a little cranky. To hear my brother tell it, I was an insufferable brat. He was nine years older than me. So, I’m thinking that had a little something to do with his perspective. We are the only living children. Anyway, when he could not bear my crying any longer, he moved to the corn crib. Yes, you read that correctly. I said the corn crib. That’s farmer talk for the barn where you keep the corn. Not sure how long he stayed there. No one was ever clear about…

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My First Christmas Morning

November 1, 2016

Mama and I spent my first Christmas morning at home wrapped in a quilt and sitting in a rocking chair as close to our little wood heater as we could safely sit. Daddy and my big brother, Joe, had gone to church in our Model A Ford. The outside temperature was 19 degrees and the wind was howling. Who knows what the wind chill factor was. The shack that we called home was built on a rocky hilltop surrounded by pasture land that offered no windbreak. The wind whistled through the cracks in the walls. She told me years later…

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