The Permanent Maternal Record
And: ‘Tis the season!
Bloomington Bird Lady writes: “My mom was a church organist for 37 years, and Christmas time was rather hectic. The music doesn’t just ‘happen’; it has to be planned, practiced and performed. We lived about two blocks from the church, and since we had only the one car, as did most other people, she’d walk over for everything. I can remember Mom taking off running at times to get there ahead of maybe the choir, or the pastor, etc.
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The Permanent Maternal Record
And: ‘Tis the season! (Ah, the Smell of It Division)
Dolly Dimples: “This is a tribute to my mom — and memories of Christmases past.
“Memories of Christmases past can be triggered by many things — by a beautiful snowfall like we had this weekend, which transformed our ordinary-looking neighborhood into a Wonderful Winter Wonderland, or seeing houses and yards decked out in festive lights, or hearing favorite Christmas carols on the radio. What transports me into the Christmas seasons of the past is the fragrance of Christmas cookies being baked.
Continue reading “What transports you to Christmases past? For Dolly Dimples, it’s “the fragrance of Christmas cookies being baked.””
Today’s helpful (?) hint
It comes from Nellie: “I have Velcro’d my old Brett Favre, 3-inch-high bobblehead (in yellow-and-green No. 4 uniform [Bulletin Board says: It won’t kill you if you say “Packers”!) to my dashboard, in line with the top of my steering wheel.
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Everyone’s an executive producer!
Or: Muse, amuse
The Doryman of Prescott, Wisconsin: “Subject: ‘The Maze-ing Race.’
“My latest reality-show proposal: Five contestant couples convene at a Walmart store. The five wives enter the store to shop. Three minutes later, the husbands are released to find their spouses.
Continue reading “What television has been needing: “The Maze-ing Race,” through the aisles at Walmart!”
Unappreciated Division (responsorial)
The December 14 Bulletin Board included a note from Poet X of PDX: “A caller a short while ago was giving me the Russian patient’s name and spelled it to me: ‘P-A-V-L-O-V.’
“I said to her — gently, of course: ‘Yes, I know how to spell Pavlov, only it makes me salivate a bit.’
“Silence. Went over her head about as far as a Learjet. Oh, well, I thought it was HILARIOUS!”
We presently heard from Grandma J. of Grant: “The mention of Pavlov brought back a memory I had completely forgotten.
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The highfalutin & simple pleasures
There & Here Division (or: Gaining everything in translation)
Cee Cee of Mahtomedi reports: “My daughter posted a picture on Instagram of the candles she lit in the snow on her deck. She ended the post with the hashtag ‘#hygge.’
Continue reading “How do Danes get through the long, dark winter? Endless loop of “A Prairie Home Companion”? No. Hygge!”