from JWGs PERSONAL MUSEUM Zwerglipatch December 1, 2011 5:53 p.m. EST Our tea party with the Ladies (Mary, Adrienne, and Linda) went well as is normal with the events we have with these three spirits. Unfortunately, Artie and Jim called to cancel due to the fact that Artie has a cold. He sounded quite congested. I wish him a rapid recovery so that the four of us can get together soon. We look forward to getting to know our new Friends. Today proved a fact we knew which is Attitude can keep one young. Goodness, to hear the chatter and laughter in Zwerglipatch Cottage this afternoon, one would have thought teenagers were home alone. We had fun! Our Advent Calendar is being received well, too. The odd person has trouble negotiating, or understanding it and their computer, but, enough responses have been good. The next days will make a clearer picture of what people think. We find many strangers are now looking at our calendar. Oh, yesterday, at the urging of René, I recorded many, well, twenty-five, one for each day, of my poetry that I wrote from December First to December Twenty-fifth Two-thousand Ten. Some of it fits the picture of the day beautifully; all can be made to fit the image which is the beauty of words. Not enough people, including me, use words. This afternoon, I showed the Ladies the vintage (old) postcards I have from the turn of the last century. We marvelled at the images, the printing, the heartfelt messages. Hearing their memories makes a day memorable. Mary, who had to leave a bit early because she was having her hair done to hide her grey (she is ninety-two), told of her most memorable gift she received as a child. During the depression, Mary, living in Queens, had to walk a long distance to school. She did not have gloves or mittens. When she arrived at the school, the teacher would run her hands under cold water, then, rub them to warm them up. Mary’s Mother rented a room in their house to a woman to bring in some money. Mary, she guesses, told this woman of her plight. For a Christmas gift, this boarder bought a pair of gloves for Mary. Mary remembers that pair of gloves as her most favorite gift. She felt she owned a valuable piece of gold. She happily walked to school with warm hands. Hearing stories like Mary’s makes Holidays especial. Adrienne remembers receiving necessary clothes. And, Linda, who is from Germany, remembers that her Father had money to buy items that an impoverished country did not have. Linda’s Mother paid a local woman to make snowsuits and other clothes. All of the Ladies spoke of their Grandmothers. They were astonished to hear that I never knew my Grandmothers; that I never even heard my grandmothers’ voices when I was a baby. I never thought of it like that. Perhaps, it is a truth that babies remember a warm word and a tender touch. When I gather an exhibit of my Grandmothers, which will be one of my smallest, it will prove interesting for me, personally, to see in front of me the items I do have that were of Women with whom I share personal history. Do items make a person? They will have to. I actually started our luncheon/tea party with a toast. I have never done this. However, I felt impelled to thank Friends, who were now Family, for being eyes and ears. Their senses are needed to recall that holidays, well, any time we gather is a holiday, are genuinely days of celebration. As I sit here in my office on The Patio, I have, in front of me, the Holiday lights of Zwerglipatch Gardens. Their constellations can be construed to be all that is good. Their twinkling enables me to face reality. My love (adoration?) of Holiday lights has always been one of awe. Is what I am looking at real? Or, are they, too, specks on a distant plane?
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