Christmas Photo a Day, December 13, 2017

…..The child said,

“I’ve noticed If one could be home,

they’d be already there.”….

…If you want to arrange it

This world, you can change it

If we could somehow

Make this Christmas thing last

By helping a neighbor

Or even a stranger

To know who needs help,

You need only just ask…

Songwriters: Paul O’neill / Paul F. O’neill

Old City Bar lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Old City Bar

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Christmas Photo A Day, 12/9/15

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My grandmother’s nativity, with the addition of an angel from my step-daughter, Michelle.

#TSO tonight! The true meaning of Christmas, in this one song, Old City Bar, so an extra edition of holiday caroling.

 

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Christmas Photo a Day, December 24, 2014

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The child said, “I’ve noticed, if one could be home, they’d be already there.”

OLD CITY BAR, Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

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…the spirit of the holiday season. Take a few minutes….

In an old city bar
That’s never too far
From the places that gather
The dreams that have been

In the safety of night
With its old neon light
It beckons to strangers
And they always come in

And the snow it was falling
Neon was calling
The music was low
And the night Christmas Eve

And here was the danger
That even with strangers
Inside of this night
It’s easier to believe

Then the door opened wide
And a child came inside
That no one in the bar
Had seen there before

And he asked did we know
That outside in the snow
That someone was lost
Standing outside our door

Then the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To that corner streetlight

Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was a girl, the child said
Could no longer get home

And the snow it was falling
Neon was calling
Bartender turned and said, “Not that I care
But how would you know this?”
The child said, “I’ve noticed
If one could be home, they’d be already there”

Then the bartender came out, from behind the bar
And in all of his life, was never that far
And he did something else that he thought no one saw
When he took all the cash from the register drawer

Then he followed the child to the girl across the street
And we watched from the bar as they started to speak
Then he called for a cab then he said, “J.F.K.”
Put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away
And we saw in his hand, that the cash was all gone
From the light that she had wished upon

If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this
Christmas thing last

By helping’ a neighbor
Even a stranger
To know who needs help
You need only just ask

Then he looked for the child
But the child wasn’t there
Just the wind and the snow
Waltzing dreams through the air

So he walked back inside
Somehow different, I think
For the rest of the night
No one paid for a drink

And the cynics will say
That some neighborhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid

But they weren’t there
So they couldn’t see
By an old neon star
On that night, Christmas Eve

When the snow it was falling
And neon was calling
In case you should wonder
In case you should care

Why we on our own
Never went home?
On that night of all nights
We were already there

May your journey be safe, and may you find yourself, tonight, HOME.

img_3104 My nativity has found a new home this year. It belonged to my grandmother; my brother and I broke the ears off more than one of the animals and the shepherd has a pretty shoddy patch job after a fall, oh, 35 years ago. For decades it adorned the dining room credenza, and for the past 12 years the entire scene was crowded onto the top of a small encyclopedia bookshelf that belonged to my great grandmother.

This Christmas, however, the nativity, and all the little additions I have added over the years, have found a new home on this lovely chest of drawers that my hubby gave me for Christmas! (next to the neighboring subdivision of Snowmen).

 

 

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December 25…

Part ONE—Merry Christmas!!!! Thanks for taking this journey with me these past 25 days!

I hope I have made you smile!

credenza This is one of my Christmas presents!

My husband refinished (and enhanced structurally) this credenza, that was owned by my great-great grandparents. I don’t know how old it is, but they got married in 1890; I would think maybe they bought it when they moved to Staten Island from Brooklyn and bought the house on Amboy Road. I inherited it in 1985 or so, when my Great Aunt Gene was moving out of the house to retire to South Carolina/Florida.

It moved from Ellicott Place to Colonial Heights with me in 2002, but when we bought our house in 2003, it moved into the garage as it was no longer willing to stay upright and hold stuff. Since then, I have been waiting patiently (smile) for Timmy to get up the nerve to tackle this project! I told him I wanted it for Christmas this year, and that seems to have been the push he needed!

Image14-3 This picture shows my great-great grandparents, Soloman and Rachel Frank, seated, at their 50th Wedding anniversary party, with a friend of the family, son in law Everett and my great Aunt Gene, sister of my great Grandmother Miriam.

I hope everyone got the gifts of their dreams!!!

Part TWO—CHRISTMAS CAROLS:

Your answers were fun and varied, and I am sorry to say I haven’t tallied it all up…will do for next year!! Here are MY answers!

  1. Favorite RELIGIOUS song/Hymn—O Come, O Come Emmanuel, Enya
  2. Favorite STANDARD–  Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy Bing Crosby and David Bowie
  3. Favorite Novelty/Child Song Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer, Perry Como version.
  4. Favorite Instrumental Christmas Eve, (Sarajevo 12/24) Trans-Siberian Orchestra
  5. Favorite Romantic Song Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) U2
  6. Favorite Pop Song Father Christmas, The Kinks
  7. Favorite Christmas song that no one knows– Christmas Wrapping by the Waitresses
  8. The song that is farthest back in your mind, the one that SAYS Christmas to you, evokes the best of your holiday memories….Hark, the Herald Angels Sing

and 10….a song that you couldn’t make fit in the above!

Old City Bar, Trans-Siberian Orchestra

In an old city bar
That is never too far
From the places that gather
The dreams that have been
In the safety of night
With its old neon light
It beckons to strangers
And they always come in
And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The music was low
And the night
Christmas Eve
And here was the danger
That even with strangers
Inside of this night
It’s easier to believe
Then the door opened wide
And a child came inside
That no one in the bar
Had seen there before
And he asked did we know
That outside in the snow
That someone was lost
Standing outside our door
Then the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To a corner streetlight
Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was a girl the child said
Could no longer get home
And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The bartender turned
And said, not that I care
But how would you know this?
The child said I’ve noticed
If one could be home
They’d be all ready there
Then the bartender came out from behind the bar
And in all of his life he was never that far
And he did something else that he thought no one saw
When he took all the cash from the register drawer
Then he followed the child to the girl cross the street
And we watched from the bar as they started to speak
Then he called for a cab and he said J.F.K.
Put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away
And we saw in his hand
That the cash was all gone
From the light that she had wished upon
If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this
Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help
You need only just ask
Then he looked for the child
But the child wasn’t there
Just the wind and the snow
Waltzing dreams through the air
So he walked back inside
Somehow different I think
For the rest of the night
No one paid for a drink
And the cynics will say
That some neighborhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid
But they weren’t there
So they couldn’t see
By an old neon star
On that night, Christmas Eve
When the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
And in case you should wonder
In case you should care
Why we’re on our own
Never went home
On that night of all nights
We were already there
THEN ALL AT ONCE INSIDE THAT NIGHT
HE SAW IT ALL SO CLEAR
THE ANSWER THAT HE SOUGHT SO LONG
HAD ALWAYS BEEN SO NEAR
IT’S EVERY GIFT THAT SOMEONE GIVES
EXPECTING NOTHING BACK
IT’S EVERY KINDNESS THAT WE DO
EACH SIMPLE LITTLE ACT

And the night, Christmas Eve…

It’s Christmas Eve, and if you’ve a place to be, I hope you are already there….or on the way, through the snow and the weather, willing to fight the traffic, wait in airports, and suffer delays everywhere….

May tomorrow be everything  you wish!

This is one of my favorite Christmas songs….Old City Bar, by Trans-Siberian Orchestra….Take a listen, and hope that everyone finds their special angel this holiday season!

Merry Christmas, EVERYONE!

In last month’s post, I took the time to say thank you. Thank you for being a part of my life, and for making it a more enjoyable place. So for Christmas, what to write?

How about a trip down memory lane? (Complete with Scary photos!)

  • Christmas was different, way back when. (Seriously.) It absolutely DID NOT START IN JULY!
  • There were no such things as TACKY LIGHT TOURS.
  • Wrapping paper and Christmas cards and ornaments went on sale the day AFTER Christmas.
  • Santa lived in the NORTH POLE, not the center court of the mall.
  • Making a Santa list meant lying on the floor perusing the Sears or JC Penney catalog.
  • It was a clever and desirable decorative accent to have bushy metallic garland wrapped around the tree.
  • You were oh so contemporary if you had tiny colored lights on the tree, and even more sophisticated if you used twinkling WHITE lights.
  • At our house, we used the big honking Christmas bulbs. And the tree was not artificial and wired for lights and sound.

 Indeed the thing was barely capable of standing on its own in the stand. It was helped along every year by strategically placed string. Some string was tied to the French door behind it, some was tied to a nail on the opposite wall. The illusion was that of an upright tree in the corner of the living room, next to the (working) fireplace, complete with stockings.

One year, in my determination to prove that Santa didn’t exist, I began to scavenge around the house, looking into every hidey-hole and drawer. I scoured the basement, even climbed into the little room under the stairs on my search. (as if Grandma could have climbed into that hole!) I finally did find the stash. It was on the top shelf in the closet in Grandma’s room. I discovered first, the Tiffany box that had a set of crystal ashtrays that Daddy Gus had received for some event ( I still own those) I discovered whatever must have gift as well, so I was very proud of myself.

And then, Christmas morning, I was let down. I had no anticipation, or excitement about the day, because I KNEW already that Santa-Grandma had come through. I prefer to be surprised, I discovered that day.

One other memory, and a fond one at that. We used to go Christmas Caroling in the neighborhood. Mr and Mrs Nichols, the Cernera family, the Grace family, maybe even the Nordnesses and the Padulas or the Suerats. We would travel from home to home on Ellicott Place and up and down Prospect Avenue. Ringing doorbells, singing our hearts out, loudly and probably off key in the dark of Christmas Eve. We always opted to ring the front door at the Graces. Probably the only day the door was used. Hot chocolate, cider and cookies were provided at a variety of homes. We would gather in the kitchen of Mrs. Beveridge, my kindergarten teacher, and warm up before continuing our rounds.

Christmas does have it’s memories, doesn’t it?

I hope that you and yours make wonderful new ones this Christmas season. May your day be merry and bright. And may next year be as wonderful as you deserve!!!

Love ya,

Trish

Trans-siberian Orchestra  Gorgeous Christmas music, with narration by Ossie Davis, who helps to tell the story of an angel who visits earth one Christmas eve in search of a star to follow.

What,  you didn’t forget the scary photos, did you? Check these out! (look over to the Flicker bar and double click if you are brave!

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