“Bless My Whiskers”

When our son left for Vietnam a few weeks ago, the bee in my bonnet woke up. Andrew doesn’t know it yet, but he’s been moved to the upper attic. I took back his room–he doesn’t know that either–and reclaimed our guestroom. So now, our second floor consists of my office/sewing room and our newly fashioned guestroom (and we’re working on the attic).

In the process of all the sorting, rearranging, and clutter dusting, I found something that took me back, way, way back. We must have been 3 and 4, my sister and I, about the time shown here.

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I’m holding a mini sewing machine

I recall that the time before bed was for reading, always. Our grandma Lalla was a very willing participant. When we were very young, our parents made the trip to Tacoma from Gladstone most years, although as was the case here, our grandparents came to Oregon.

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Note the books in the photos. It’s hard to tell, but this may have been what we were reading:

kerry-kittens_nov-2016-8These are the very Christmas books my sister and I read as children (and we are pushing 60).

There is something about these books that lit my fire, probably the miniatures. I was fascinated by little things as a child. It doesn’t look like I was ready to part with that sewing machine, and the mini piano was close by. My sister loved dolls far more than I did; I was fascinated by trains, machines, and noise makers.

After all these years, the miniatures have been well preserved (I’m grateful they came in these wonderful boxes). These are the Christmas books I loved most.

KERRY KITTEN

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THE WONDERFUL WINDOW

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This next one, by far, was my favorite. Poochy had a spirit after my own heart: he was in trouble, always.

POOCHY THE CHRISTMAS PUP

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Maybe it’s the miniatures, maybe not. Maybe it’s the colorful illustrations that held my attention. It could be the stories themselves. I’m guessing it’s the memories of long ago, the times with mom and grandma, that tug at my heart. Dad is no longer here to take pictures of those moments; that is my job now. I’m thankful for the gift he gave–enjoyed in this moment–when we see what he saw the moment he took these Christmas photos. I’m grateful our parents taught us to take care of our possessions, that they saved these special mementos. I’m reminded of Christmases past, my elders, and having parents and grandparents others would envy.

Cleaning and dusting can be messy, but bless my whiskers, sometimes we find a little magic.

***MERRY CHRISTMAS! PEACE, LOVE, HOPE, AND JOY IN THE NEW YEAR.***

  12 comments for ““Bless My Whiskers”

  1. December 29, 2016 at 7:58 am

    You are lucky indeed to have such wonderful memories. I love those books you had. I have been collecting children’s books because they are so beautiful. Too bad I don’t have grandchildren. I could pretend to be buying the books for them. 🙂 I loved that tiny sewing machine. Don’t you wish you had it now? I’m reclaiming a room too. Moving my son out so the guest/craft room will once again be available. He can visit as a guest but only on a short term basis.

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    • December 29, 2016 at 8:52 am

      You crack me up, Marlene. I laughed out loud when I read your idea to pretend to buy books for the grandchildren. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll steal your idea and do the same. I am just so glad our parents made us preserve those books; they knew the day would come. Oh, I remember that machine very well, and yes, wish I had it now. It was blue. Metal. The parts turned! I loved it. “Only on a short term basis.” I like that one, too… 😉

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      • December 29, 2016 at 5:58 pm

        We moved so much that nothing came along other than clothing. Toys and books were not there to start with so packing was light. I think that’s why I hoard my books and treasures now.

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        • December 30, 2016 at 4:24 pm

          I hoard because I learned from the best: my parents. Both pack rats. I still love the idea of buying books for our future grandchildren. 😉

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  2. December 21, 2016 at 6:12 am

    What wonderful childhood memories! The stuff of our childhoods is always special, especially at Christmas. Thanks for sharing.

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    • December 22, 2016 at 8:19 am

      Thanks, Ann. I love those books and the memories they bring. Makes me appreciate my parents even more. ❤ Have a great Christmas. ❤

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  3. Amy
    December 20, 2016 at 6:19 pm

    Lovely photos and memories! Have a wonderful Christmas!

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    • December 22, 2016 at 8:18 am

      Thank you, Amy. Will you be having a houseful this week? Enjoy your day! ❤

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      • Amy
        December 22, 2016 at 9:43 am

        One daughter is coming home on Sunday. We will go to NY to see the other and their grandchildren during the week. Have a great time!

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  4. Lynne Olson
    December 20, 2016 at 10:48 am

    I so remember those books, read them to my children…. then passed them on to you.

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    • December 20, 2016 at 12:07 pm

      My children did not read them but theirs will. I hope the books are passed on for many years to come. 🙂

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