one of my favorite teacher gifts.
ever.
the old mill, a boarding house, the glass lake, the stone bridge,
santa and his team, pine cone evergreens and the christmas tree
at my cottage 2016
—
once again
i was so excited to put out
the remaining pieces
of the tiny village that my irish grandfather built
way back in the depression
when had become an american citizen
he was an architect by trade
as was his father
he built this village by hand to exact scale
using
tiny stones
and
little sticks
and
heavy papers
with
incredible attention to every detail
all built
to share with us at the family christmas
i have very early and very fond mémories
of it placed on a big white board
with penciled in numbers for placement
so that every piece was in its place
beneath our christmas tree
with lights installed underneath
each building lit up inside
when it got dark outside
a train ran around the village
it was covered in sparkly cotton snow
it was so wonderful
i thought it would come to life at christmastime forever
then it was lost for a long, long while
i didn’t see it anymore
until
one day i saw its box out by the curb
waiting to go out with the trash
during a very bad divorce between my parents
i would recognize its box anywhere
i was lucky that i rescued it just in time
only a few buildings and a few accessories remained intact
my siblings and i divided up what was salvageable
now i love to set up my own little section of his village each year
i think of how magical it was to see it all together as a child
i wonder what inspired him to create this wonderful village
i wonder where he got the ideas for each building
i wonder how many buildings there were once upon a time
one of my buildings has the number 9 written inside in pencil
in my ‘umpa’s’ very neat and precise handwriting
i wish i knew more of the story of the village
i wish i could ask him
no one remains who knows these answers
a couple of old photographs of parts of the village that i found in the original box
“i call architecture frozen music.”
-johann wolfgang von goethe
to all of those who are special to me
south of the equator
way down under in australia
it is already almost christmas day for you
enjoy it as only you can
with
santa catching a wave on a sea reindeer
wearing board shorts and sailor hat
hot blue skies shining overhead
and
christmas carol swimming nearby.
—
photo credit: the queenslander magazine cover, 1934
The “floating Christmas tree” sits atop the water in Glen Lake.
Drivers cruising along M-22 near Glen Arbor are being treated to a little holiday magic this year: A floating Christmas tree in Glen Lake.
The 12-foot-tall Frasier fir is secured inside a small fishing boat anchored about 600 feet off the shore. At night the tree lights up (thanks to a timer and two solar-powered, 12-volt batteries) and appears to be magically floating atop the water.
It’s the third year in a row that Glen Arbor resident Frank Siepker Jr., who lives on the lake, has pulled off this charming and decidedly Up North-y Christmas display. “People dress up their yards for Christmas; the lake is kind of our yard,” he said. “Everybody gets a kick out of it.”
The tree is visible along the east side of M-22; the best spot for viewing it is at the bridge that divides Glen Lake into “Big” Glen Lake and “Little” Glen Lake (a spot sometimes referred to as “the narrows”).
Siepker said how long the tree will remain in the lake depends on the weather. If too much ice doesn’t form, the tree will stay up until New Year’s Day, at which point Siepker will put on his waders, walk out into the frigid water, and bring the display back to shore.
In the meantime, he said the tree continues to delight his two young children — as it no doubt does many who happen to see it while driving by.
—
“christmas is doing a little something extra for someone. “
-charles m. schulz
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credits: mlive.com, emily bingham, jeff rabidoux (photo)
two aussie grandies
heads topped with bouncing blonde hair
all settled into their new home in america
go out and rescue
rwo smooth black velvet-covered cats
who were waiting and hoping
to settle into their own new home
and soon
they all share a space
and
it is
very comfortable and warm
for all of them
just in time
for christmas.
—
people who love cats have some of the biggest hearts around. ~susan easterly