Thursday, December 15, 2016

A week before Christmas

Today I was chatting with my daughter about Christmas past and what a fast year this has been for all of us. I just started Christmas shopping yesterday but I am making some great progress.Today I am going out to lunch with a girlfriend at the cutest mountain like cabin restaurant in Alpine.

 Last night Hubby bought me a beach cruiser bike with the cutest basket. My cousin and I have fallen in love with biking once again.It's nice getting a present early. It was last 24 inch bike so we had to buy it. Since I am short the 26 inch bikes are too tall so this was the only bike that fit me. I can hardly wait to take it camping.

At Christmas time you can't help but think about family.
The biggest trait I feel in my family was that we were constant story tellers. My Dad told great stories of the characters in his youth and made them come alive as he would weave his stories to us.


 Yesterday as I was gathering the eggs from my noisy hens I thought of my grandfather . He was such a sweet man. He was tall blue eyed always puttering in his garden. I can remember him going out to the barn which was really a garage then going thru something ( this is where my memory fogs up) and he would be in a big chicken coop with a wood ceiling stooped over checking on the chickens. I would stare at him as he putted around the chickens fascinated by all the commotion the chickens were making
In those days children were seen and not heard and we were in the middle of the city of San Diego. My grandfather was a gentle man and he always seemed like he had a soft mellow voice. Now my Nana was equivalent to a mean banty hen. She scared the heck out of me lol. There were no cookies or happy hugs from this Nana. She was short stout and with her little beady brown eyes I could easily see her as Ma Barker or Pancho Villa's girl friend. I once saw an old picture of the table where everyone was sitting cigarette smoke all over the place no wonder my cousin had asthma. There was my Nana staring at the camera with a accusatory look.

In those days all my cousins and I would come over every Sunday. So there would be at least Seventeen kids or more running around the little house. We would arrive with our parents every Sunday and then tossed outside to play while the adults talked all day.
Hours and hours of jumping off the porch while the adults visited.

Eventually I would head to the backyard and watch my Tata as he watered his garden . He would bend over pick some squash and zucchini as the quiet of the garden gave him peace from all the noisy voices in the house and front yard.

The memory of my Tata is what has always been in my heart around my sweet chickens. When I am out there in my front yard sometimes I think of my Tata. He was always keeping busy in this mist of all those family members invading his house every single Sunday.He was such a sweet Tata. I get my love of chickens from my grandfather. Such a happy sweet memory.


acorn hollow said...

Such great memories!
It is good to think of our childhood

Julia said...

Hi cheri, It's been a long time since I've blogged. I love how you have a soft spot for your Tata. He left you with good memories of a gentle caring grandfather.
He was a great influence on you and it's no wonder you love your chickens like you do.

Your grandmother must have had a hard life to not being able to leave you with loving memories. Sometimes the old folks had some real hardships of which they would never speak. Maybe some very painful memories. I'm sure she loved you in her own way though.

Your Christmas rug and Christmas quilt are beautiful as usual. I'm glad that you are having a great time bicycling. It has been years and years since I've used a bike.
We have lots of snow and today is very, very cold and I'm inside decorating the Christmas Tree for the grandkids. They're arriving on Sunday for Christmas.

I've started to blog again after we lost our oldest daughter Nicole in October. I posted three blog posts. Some followers have told me that my blog is not appearing in their Blog Reader. If this is the case, you can follow me with Bloglovin or subscribe by email.

Take care and Happy Holidays.

Rugs and Pugs said...

Great post. Enjoy your beach cruiser.
Merry, merry :)

Larkrise garden girl said...

Oh Julia , I am so very sorry!!!!
I have missed you. My Nana had tons of grandkids . I loved her but she was a pistol lol.
It is a rainy day today I am going to my daughters home for Christmas . Oh Julia I am so very sorry for your loss. Hugs cheri

Larkrise garden girl said...

Hi Cathy memories are funny things and this time of year it's comforting to think of all our loved ones that touched our lives.

Karyn said...

Hi Cheri...what a wonderful post!
Dee's house is beautiful, and your description makes me feel like I am there with you...what a wonderful treasure a friendship like yours is....especially when there's fellowship over food :)
It sure has been soggy here in So's turning quite windy this evening in the SFV, and I think we will have a cool weather Christmas, which I love.
Memories seem to some at us in strong waves, this time of year, and we find that we miss those people, more, who are gone or far away from can be bittersweet. Those who came before and are no longer here linger the most in my mind at Christmas, as if they are with us.
I love your blog so much, and look forward to your are such a great writer, and I should comment more.
Have a wonderful Christmas and a very happy New Year.

Larkrise garden girl said...

Thanks Karyn, That is so sweet a compliment. Memories are usually so close to the heart as Christmas draws closer. Childhood was such a simple time and sometimes it would be fun to be looking up in the air once more on Christmas eve for Santa and his reindeer. Have a Merry Christmas and hoping for a Peaceful New Year! Hugs Cheri