Sea, sand and snow. On this Winter's Solstice.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
I know that in this day and age, toy guns are politically incorrect, but back in the '50s and early '60's it seemed like almost every kid on the block had a cowboy outfit complete with a pair of six-shooters - remember the smell of the caps? I played cowboy so much that almost every year I wore them out and would get a new pair for the holidays. On Christmas afternoons my dad and I used to play cowboys on the back porch using all the big boxes from under the tree as cover. For several years of my childhood Christmas wouldn't have been Christmas without a new set of cowboy pistols.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
When I was a kid, one of my favourite things to do
at Christmas was set up the ice scene.
I loved placing the skaters on the pond
(a pie tin covered in foil).
And decided where to put the skiers and sledders.
A few pieces have been added over the years,
but most of it is pure '50's vintage, including several
bottle brush and candle Christmas trees.
There's something magical about seeing it
and realizing that I've been putting it up
every holiday season for over 55 years.
Keeping a precious Christmas memory alive.
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Something I re-read every Christmas - what a message of hope and belief. Published in The New York Sun, in 1897, I am wondrously amazed that the editor of one of the most prestigious newspapers of the time would write this uplifting editorial.
We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
115 West Ninety Fifth Street
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence.
Francis P Church - editor The New York Sun
We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! He lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
French santon nativity figures from a Paris flea market
Bit by bit the decorations are going up.
I made this angel in second grade, in 1959.
I'm resting after each spurt of energy,
My dad made the church in the late '40's and the red sleigh
was a junior high shop project constructed by my brother.
and then getting up and doing some more.
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Art Heals Years of Pain 5x5" Erin Perry
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
I wonder how many of us mixed media types out there
can trace our love of toy theatres to this classic toy
from the early '60's?
My dear brother got me one for Christmas one year and
I loved putting on the plays, coming up with new ones,
and of course having my little cowboys and civil war soliders
attack it every now and then!
Aren't childhood memories precious?