The Habit of Thankfulness: A Few of My Favorite Things

 Oct 5th- A few of my favorite things...

~A wee little snake looking for a midnight snack

~A small toad trying to blend in waiting for dinner to pass by

~A grasshopper hiding trying not to be the next meal

The Habit of Thankfulness: A Few of My Favorite Things

Apr 7th- A few of my favorite things...
~A walk that gets us closer to Fair Haven...just not "there" yet for a few more hikes
~Enjoying the wildlife along the trail
~Discovering signs of those we did not see

The Habit of Thankfulness: A Few of My Favorite Things

Jan 21st- A few of my favorite things...
~Taking sorted bottle caps from Grandpa S and a drilling rig Daddy made to drill holes in bottle caps
~Stringing them together with twine and giving them a fabric covered head...
~To make a rattly snake friend, who like you, would rather be inside on this cold day...meet Slithers and Bessie!

The Habit of Remembering: Christmases Long, Long Ago: Part 2

You don't always need the Ghost of Christmas Past 

to remind you of the good that has been in your life...

 Sometimes all you need is reminders that you can hold in your hand

     Once upon a time there was a Little Girl who grew up in Syracuse and loved learning. She couldn't wait to be old enough to follow her big sister in school. And when she was old enough, she finally could attend Bellevue Elementary School with her big sister. As when Scrooge when he visits his old school, just thinking about her old school brings all the scents, sounds, and feelings of a 1000 memories from years ago.

     Her teachers that year were Lynda Wengle Guisbond (left) and Emma Bryant (right). She loved going to school each day as a new adventure. In spite of the pout on the face for her school pic, she really loved her class. There were books and blocks, dress-up and sewing cards, and even a pool to look forward to in her school! 

     That December, the teacher had a problem...a big problem...Santa cancelled on them!  On the day that Santa was going to visit the PreK and Kindergarten classes, at last minute the "Santa" backed out. After telling the kids all week that he was coming, the guy in the red suit called and said he wasn't going to be there. All these children had been looking forward to his visit and now he was not coming! They weren't quite sure what they were going to do. 

     Then her mom spoke up, "My husband's at home right now. We only live a couple of blocks away. He could do it. He's kind of skinny for a Santa, though."

     "Really? He can come? There's padding with the outfit and the kids won't notice," her teachers' said. Her teachers were excited and relieved.

     So her mom called home and asked her dad to come over to the school to help. While her dad didn't have any reindeer handy, he did have an Animal that would be a great ice breaker with the little kids. So he and Animal headed toward the school. 

     The Little Girl overheard her mom talking with her dad, and her mom made her promise that she wouldn't let on who the man was behind the suit so her classmates wouldn't be disappointed. She solemnly promised...the secret was safe with her.

    

     And then on cue, then what to her classmates wondering eyes should appear but Santa and a box with Animal in there! The kids came over one by one to talk with Santa and Animal. He not only came to her class, but all of the Kindergarten and PreK classes that day. Santa "Daddy" had fun bringing smiles to her classmates that day. 

     Animal made a great elf helping Santa that year. He listened patiently to the kids as they told him their wish lists. And while she knew who it really was...the Santa "Daddy" secret stayed safe with her.

     But he also had a few more tricks up that red sleeve of his that year....

     Each night her dad would go into the basement of their Bradley St apartment to work in his workshop. The Little Girl loved to follow her daddy downstairs and see what he was making next. The smell of wood and sandpaper and paints filled that area of the basement. Often like old Saint Nick himself, a light was on over his workbench but she could never quite figure out what he was making. When he heard her footsteps on the stairs, she usually saw him pick up a model car he was working on, and she would watch him paint. But that was his decoy.... 

  

     On Christmas morning the Little Girl got to see what he had been up to in the apartment's basement. In the fall, he had collected about a bucketful of horse chestnuts and drilled a hole each one. Then he swiped one of her blocks and carved the face of a snake and drilled a home on the end and attached a string of chestnuts to the block and made a lovely rattly snake. She loved that snake and kept it for years. He also carved walnuts and peach pits into baskets as Christmas ornaments. To this day, the Little Girl, now grown, can hold them in her hand and think of the joy that her Daddy brought to so many little kids--- and grown ups--- the year that Santa "Daddy" stepped up to the plate the year "Santa" had dropped out!

The Habit of Embracing Autumn: A Handful of Memories

Autumn is a second spring
when every leaf is a flower
          ~~~Albert Camus

 

A Handful of Memories

     Autumn has always been something to look forward to in Syracuse, NY. While some mourn the loss of summer, as a child I couldn't wait for the leaves to turn. For me new things started in the fall. New classes, new teachers, new backpacks, new paper, new crayons, and best of all the world itself looked new once again, awash with color and new things to discover if you knew where to look.

     Beginning in late summer and into fall, these little green balls would fall to the ground. Later I would learn these were black walnuts. Although their outer casing had a peculiar smell, it was fun to kick them around like a small tennis ball. It was also fun to watch the local squirrels vie for them and carry them back to their nests. If you were really quiet, one bold squirrel might decide to stop and eat one nearby! Watching then nibble slowly through the hull and find the nut inside would take much stillness and patience. They would happily munch away at their snack, then begin scurrying once more for more of the green spheres hidden about my grandma's backyard like a giant scavenger hunt. In the crisp fall air, my sister and I would begin to rake the leaves into leaf pile for my grandparents. Sometimes we would help the squirrels by lining the walnuts that we found while raking in a nice straight line. We would be jumping into the leaf piles and raking them back up, and the squirrels would be enjoying their linear feast nearby.

     Then on occasion, we would head up the hill from where we lived on Bradley St. to Onondaga Park. There they had oak trees! Again, it was fun to watch the furry squirrels dashing about, searching under the first leaves that fell for the season. This park one one of the best for leaf collecting. I took for granted growing up the wide variety of trees at my fingertips here in Syracuse. Maples, oaks, ashes, locust tree and willows each would begin their part in fall's symphony at just the right time. Usually a weak maple of some sort would prompt some adult in late August around me to cry, “What...fall already!?!?!?”, but it was just the instruments tuning. Starting in late September, Autumn’s overture would begins. Slowly the red maples would begin the show, followed by the locust trees and then the rest of the full tones of yellows, oranges, and reds would spread across the hillside...and slowly fall to the ground. Pick up a handful on my walks with my mom was always a treat. My mom had one rule: If I picked it up, I had to carry it home, not her. Choosing the most beautiful leaves could be tricky. After a full handful, some that were less pretty were dropped so that one more beautiful leaf could be carried home. Even leaf collecting worked its way into school memories. My Pre-K and K teachers once a year took us outside, and we collected 4 or 5 of our favorites. Then they were placed in a sandwich of waxed paper and ironed to make window decoration. The scent of of the hot leaves and wax filled the air of the classroom. This is fall's scent to me... sorry, Pumpkin Spice. The colorful leaves hanging in the window like stained glass with late Autumn sun shining through provided a sacred peacefulness on chilly days.

     Fall was also a great time to walk any where...colors overhead, colors underfoot, colors on the hedges...a rainbow everywhere. Then as the leaves began to dry, the distinct crunch, crunch, crunch of walking on leafy side walks and paths would commence. It was a time to you could be noisy and not even the adults seemed to mind. We lived about mile from my grandparents. I loved walking there in the fall hearing the crunch of every foot fall. The best thing about going there is occasionally my mom would take the “flat” route around the hill on Onondaga Ave. to my grandma's instead over the hill (which has shorter, but tough on little legs). If we went there we would pass the best fall tree of all---the horse chestnut. The fun was to get to the trees at just the right time and fill my pockets with smooth reddish-brown nut. While inedible, they could be used for anything your heart imagined: crafts, toys, decorations and more. My best fall memory actually was on Christmas Day...yes a few days out of the season, but a fall memory never-the-less. My dad handed me a package and I carefully opened it. Inside was a snake my father had made using the horse chestnuts. Unbeknownst to me, my dad went to my favorite tree and collected as many chestnuts as he could find. Then he took them home and set to work. He carefully drilled a hole though each chestnut and then strung them on a thin rope. Then he carved one of my half-circle blocks into the snakes head, drilled a hole through the back end and attached it to the chestnut string. That snake made them most lovely rattling sounds. I carried it everywhere with me. Some thought a snake an odd present for a little girl, but it reminded me of two things I loved: My Dad and Fall. Surprisingly my dad's simple toy lasted a long time. I had it for years.

     

     Sometimes the simplest things will stir the memories under the surface and bubble them to the top. As I walk take my Autumnal walks as an adult, I still find myself listening to the leaves crunch under my feet, smelling the lingering scent of the fallen leaves filling the air, carefully looking for the most colorful leaves, and searching for the ultimate prize: chestnuts!  As I gather handfuls of chestnuts, I'm drawn back to a worlds of long ago...and once again I am playing with my rattling snake...and smiling. Even then, it would remind me, as it chestnuts in my hand do today, that no matter what season I was in, Autumn wasn't very far off and the time of fall's simple joys would be waiting for me there.

The Habit of Thankfulness: A Few of My Favorite Things

July 31st- A few of my favorite things...
~Blue ribbons bedecking village trees
~A shady character slithering outside the bank
~A lamppost reflected in the creek