Ice and pyramids

Ice coated the windows. Inside.

When electric blankets were invented, we Littles knew there was a God.

Of course sleeping under piles – mounds – absolute pyramids – of old heavy cotton batted quilts would have been good practice to withstand interrogations if ever involved in witch trials. Pallets of rocks couldn’t have been heavier.

Those Victorians. Nothing toady about them.(PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Christmas meant gathering at Brushy Creek.

There was a stove in the kitchen, a fireplace in the front room with the light bulb, and a card table with bored games.

When older, we’d shiver outside on the porch trying to tune in rock and roll from the big Chicago radio station.

But mostly there was radio – and normal life – silenced.

With stars.

In a deep velvet sky.

Not us. I’m sure mother had dreams of Christmas like this. But no. Hickville. (PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Walking in the dark doesn’t bother me still.

I’ll use the dog for an excuse and do some of that these holidays, even though light pollution dims the heavens.

If only the wind would blow the scent of hay this way. It would be almost there again.

And then it would be Christmas.

Christmas is hard without a barn. Cattle lowing and all.

However, running water, central heat and microwaves, does make up for a lot of it.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a peaceful starlight.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Jingling on out of here until next week except for catching up on some blog reading

A few holiday offerings to amuse until then: 

• There’s a Great Pyramid in Texas – one  constructed by a German guy named Emil, 1870. A German Christmas tradition created for his small town that is now considered “one of the finest pieces of folk art ever made in the Lone Star State.” Settlers brought a little bit of their homeland with them to Texas for comfort. Now we stand with the German people at this difficult time offering what comfort we can.

 

• “Christmas Pining: a matter of difference” It was a mixed marriage. They choreographed life…until it was Christmas….
• “Fa LA LA LA LA: thought, time, and paste” Now that’s Christmas well dressed. Just don’t tear through it…
  
• “Mistletoe and 22 shells. A Christmas job?” Would Santa come through? 
  
• “Christmas is piggy greedy” Well, it is you know….

We never had pigs or we probably would have attempted this – with wheels instead of snow. I heard stories that Mom nixed pigs after one episode of dressing out a hog on the back porch one January weekend. Once was enough for that city girl. (PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

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