Angelic Visitors -Postcard Friendship Friday #147

I love the soft amber tones of this beautiful vintage postcard.  I especially like the little angel holding the tree, and the tiny face of a child peeking from the upper window of the house.  There's a darling little birdie perched up there, too.  I also noted foot prints in the now--I wonder what, or who made them? 

Merry Christmas and many prayers for a blessed new year to all of you dear Friends.

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Christmas Guardian -Guest heart Thursday

 

"He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young."  Isaiah 40:11

"For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways."  Psalm 91:11

“See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven continually behold the face of my Father Who is in heaven.” Matthew 18:10

For more heart art, photography and altogether fabulous heart stuff from around the world, visit Clytie at Random Hearts for Guest Heart Thursday.
 

Angelic Helper -Postcard Friendship Friday #146

I adore this postcard--what a whimsical idea!  The angel is handing the little girl a handful of ornaments--will she lift the child up to place them upon the tree?  Her brother certainly wants to help--so cute with his arms held up--I wonder, though, if that angel isn't teasing him a bit?  Looking closer it may be she has a piece of chocolate candy in her hand?  What do you think?

Happy Postcard Friendship Friday, and Merry Christmas!

Hubby Update:  My darling is free of cancer.  The surgeon got it all.  We are rejoicing because we have a lot left of life to live together.  Thank you for your loving thoughts and powerful prayers.

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Picking on Little Brother

I adore this postcard.  They're likely playing Ring Around the Rosy.  But it seems to me, perhaps those little girls just let go of his hand on purpose--just to see him fly!  Hahaa...I remember how my sister and I would pick on our little brother.  But let anyone else pick on baby Bro--well, that was unacceptable.  WE were the only ones allowed to pick on our siblings--if anyone else did it was war.

These days my baby brother is all grown up.  He grew much taller than I, and is a Daddy, himself.  Ah, those were the days.  We all still laugh together over the stuff we did as kids. Tch tch tch

Merry Christmas!  Have a lovely day.

Hubby Update:  Thank you for your good thoughts and powerful prayers.  Looks like the surgeon was able to get all the cancer.  My darling came home Friday and as of this morning, took a turn for the good.  He's feeling MUCH better today.

Christmas Magic -Postcard Friendship Friday #145

When I was a little girl, Dad and all of us kids would go out into the woods to find a tree.  I have such wonderful memories of tromping through the woods, looking for the perfect Christmas tree.  Invariably it would be too tall and there would be a hollow spot on one side.

We would decorate the tree with strings of multi-colored Indian corn and wonderful homemade decorations.  Traditionally, Dad would hang some toys he saved from when he was a boy.  There were also colorful old fashioned ornaments and great ropes of ruby red glass beads.  But my favorite part was the tinsel.  We would carefully lay individual strands of the shiny silver stuff over every branch.  It was beautiful.  When the door would open the entire tree would shiver with long silver sparkles.  

I remember the excitement of waiting for darkness to fall so we could turn on the Christmas tree lights.  I would lie on my back underneath the tree, looking upward through the branches.  Suddenly I was as small as a faery, tiny enough to sit on the branches just like the children are doing in this postcard.  Ah, nostalgia.  A child's imagination is a wonderful thing.  I can, to this day, remember the vivid imaginings of the adventures I had as a faery in the Christmas tree.

Merry Christmas everyone.  May God bless you with great joy.

Hubby Update:  I am scheduling PFF early, as I will be hopefully be bringing my darling husband back home from the hospital this morning.  He will have had cancer surgery on Wednesday morning.  I surely would appreciate your prayers.

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Christmas Wishes

I love this postcard. It reminds me of our mountain lioness, Toez the Polydactyl Cat.  She is so cute.  I remember last year, Toez loved hiding beneath the Christmas tree.  We had a train around the tree for years.  But last year, dear Toez kept knocking it off the tracks.  So until she is old and sedate, the train will remain in the attic.  She has already been skittering around on the decorative cloth beneath the tree.  Knowing Toez--she'll be tempted to climb to the top.  Ha!  I can hardly wait.

Merry Christmas all you wonderful people! 

Happy Christmas Time -Postcard Friendship Friday #144

It is hard to believe Christmas is nearly here.  I have always loved Christmas.  I adore this little girl with her white muff, coat and shoes.  Her Mother must have been a brave soul.  If I had ever sent out my little ones in white--even in the snow they would have returned decorated with all sorts of dirt and mud.

Have you ever gone mud puddle stomping?!  It is a joyful thing to do.  Everyone dresses in their worst clothes, then it's off to stomp in every single puddle one can find.  Once everyone is good and wet, frozen to the bone, it's off to hot showers, dry clothes and a very LARGE cup of steaming hot cocoa with marshmallows on top.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Sincere Thanksgiving Greeting -Postcard Friendship Friday #143

 

I have always enjoyed vintage Thanksgiving postcards featuring beautiful Indian maidens--usually there's a turkey, corn, pumpkins and such included.  Since I have a few drops of Native American blood in my veins, I think these postcards are especially charming.  When the settlers arrived in the New World, the Indians helped them make it through the harsh winter.  I often wonder what it would have been like to see the land as the settlers saw it upon landing.  What a wild and beautiful place it must have been.

There are so many things for which to be thankful.  This was our first Thanksgiving without Daddy.  Though we all missed him, we had a beautiful time together as a family.  I thank you for your prayers for us--you have all been so kind and dear. Daddy flew away to heaven last Saturday evening.  He is with his beloved Savior now--safe, without struggle and out of pain.

God bless you all--and have a wonderful Thanksgiving Weekend.

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Angels All Around -Postcard Friendship Friday #142

I believe there are angels all around us, ministering to those of us in need.

I posted this beautiful postcard today to thank God for those heavenly beings He is sending to comfort Dad and Mom and our family, as Daddy slips away from us.

Dad is a true hero--though he would say he isn't.  He fought in WW2, miraculously dodging bullets and bombs.  He was eventually captured by the Nazis in the Battle of the Bulge.  Dad marched across France in the dead of winter--he was one of those soldiers who survived that infamous death march. He watched his friends die one by one.  Eventually he was imprisoned at Stalag B in Nazi Germany.  Dad was a prisoner of war.  For nine months, he was tortured, interrogated and lived under appalling conditions before he and his fellow prisoners were rescued.  Of his unit, only three other men survived.

God brought Dad home to America, where he found Mom, fell in love, married and raised a big family. How grateful we are for our precious Daddy.

I loved his mischievous heart, how he enjoyed people.  He could always make them smile.  His family was everything to Dad.  He adored his children and grandchildren.  Mumsie is a writer, author and speaker--He was SO proud of her.  Mom always said Dad was the wind beneath her wings.  We will miss him so much. 

Daddy is headed for heaven any time now.  I would appreciate your thoughts and prayers for my precious family at this time. If you would like to see some amazing pictures, click here: Daddy.

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Plucking Feathers -Postcard Friendship Friday #141

 

I love this postcard--This beautiful woman is plucking feathers from the turkey in preparation for Thanksgiving dinner.  This is a picture of how it was in days gone by, when most people either raised their own turkeys, or shot them in the wild, for Thanksgiving.

This postcard brought back memories of an incident in my early 20's.  I was sitting at a picnic table near the edge of the Willamette River.  I'd visited that park to do some artwork in a quiet setting.  Suddenly I heard some whining, pinging sounds in the leaves just overhead.  Ripped leaves drifted down onto my drawings.

I'd never heard anything like it before, so I left my artwork to run to the bank of the river.  There was a boat load of men with guns floating offshore.  In the water floated the large goose they'd shot.  As soon as they saw me they gunned the engine and roared off in a huge toss of water.  The wake of the wave floated that bird to me.

I pulled the freshly shot goose out of the water, wrapped it in a plastic bag and took it home to Grammie.  With a little grin, Grammie told me if I wanted to eat this bird--she would show me how to prepare it.  Grammie taught me how to pluck the bird--you immerse the entire bird in boiling hot water.  This loosens the feathers.  And BOY do feathers smell bad.  Plucking a bird takes a certain technique and HOURS of time.  Then she taught me how to remove feet and head, then gut the innards.  Sorry if that's gross--but that is what had to be done.

As I recall, though it was a bit stringy, that goose was quite tasty. 

There is so much for which to be thankful this Thanksgiving. 

Daddy will be leaving us soon, but he will be joining so many people he loves in heaven.  We will grieve--but he will be in a better place.  My husband's cancer surgery is set for December 5th, I am praying for his complete recovery.  How thankful I am for our family and the love we share. How grateful I am for each of you.

Happy Thanksgiving dear ones!

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