WILD: Women's Institute on Leadership and Disability

Disabled Women Activists Change the World
Through YouTube Music Video:
Loud, Proud and Passionate!
January 6, 2011 - Signing and singing with passion in Arabic, Spanish and English, 54disabled women activists from 43 countries celebrate the achievements, pride and solidarity of women with disabilities around the world. These leaders are revolutionizing the status of women and girls worldwide. Filmed during Mobility International USA's ( MIUSA ) 5th International Women’s Institute on Leadership and Disability (WILD), the Loud, Proud and Passionate!(SM) music video release marks the beginning of MIUSA’s 30th Anniversary year-long celebration.

Please share the YouTube link to Music Video:
Loud, Proud and Passionate!
WILD delegates in the video come from Albania, Algeria, Argentina, Armenia, Australia, Bangladesh, Botswana, Burkina Faso, Cambodia, Cameroon, Chile, China, Colombia, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, El Salvador, Ethiopia, Gambia, Ghana, India, Indonesia, Iraq, Jordan, Kenya, Kyrgyzstan, Lesotho, Macedonia, Malaysia, Mexico, Nepal, Nigeria, Palestinian Territories, Peru, Philippines, South Africa, Sri Lanka, St. Lucia, Syria, Turkey, Uganda, United States of America, Vietnam, Zambia and Zimbabwe.

A couple more insightful, inspiring links:

http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=237

http://delirioushem.blogspot.com/2010/01/preview-this-is-what-feminist-poet.html

The Moon: "a comma, a sliver of white"

Moon Phase Calendar, January 2011
Ordinary Life
This was a day when nothing happened,
the children went off to school
without a murmur, remembering
their books, lunches, gloves.
All morning, the baby and I built block stacks
in the squares of light on the floor.
And lunch blended into naptime,
I cleaned out kitchen cupboards,
one of those jobs that never gets done,
then sat in a circle of sunlight
and drank ginger tea,
watched the birds at the feeder
jostle over lunch's little scraps.
A pheasant strutted from the hedgerow,
preened and flashed his jeweled head.
Now a chicken roasts in the pan,
and the children return,
the murmur of their stories dappling the air.
I peel carrots and potatoes without paring my thumb.
We listen together for your wheels on the drive.
Grace before bread.
And at the table, actual conversation,
no bickering or pokes.
And then, the drift into homework.
The baby goes to his cars, drives them
along the sofa's ridges and hills.
Leaning by the counter, we steal a long slow kiss,
tasting of coffee and cream.
The chicken's diminished to skin & skeleton,
the moon to a comma, a sliver of white,
but this has been a day of grace
in the dead of winter,
the hard cold knuckle of the year,
a day that unwrapped itself
like an unexpected gift,
and the stars turn on,
order themselves
into the winter night.

~by Barbara Crooker
American Poet, b. 1945

Orion, in the Winter Sky

Three Soups & Thirteen Desserts

Christmas Cake and Village
Yesterday was the Twelfth Day of Christmas and last night, everyone's favorite Shakespearean festival: Twelfth Night. That makes today the Epiphany, otherwise known as the Feast of the Three Kings.

If the Epiphany happens to fall on the weekend (not the case this year), it can be the perfect occasion for inviting your friends and neighbors over for an end - of - season soup fest -- The Feast of the Three Soups! -- any three you like, e.g., good old Football Chili, New Year's Good Luck Soup (with black-eyed peas for vision & spinach greens for prosperity) and Giblet Soup (a Christmas Eve tradition in Gerry's family).

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GIBLET SOUP
for CHRISTMAS EVE, NEW YEAR'S EVE,
TWELFTH NIGHT or EPIPHANY
BRING TO BOILING:

about 6 cups of chicken broth (can be canned, bouillon cubes, or home made)

ADD TO BROTH:

2 onions, chopped up

5 carrots, sliced round or diagonal

5 celery stalks with leaves, sliced medium thickness

1 lb. pkg. of chicken livers, cut in bite - sized pieces

1 lb. pkg. of chicken gizzards, cut in bite - sized pieces (I try to cut away the gristle, but it's not always easy & it doesn't really hurt to leave it in)

any other giblets, hearts, or necks that came with the turkey (I randomly use turkey & / or chicken, whatever happens to be in the freezer)

FOR SEASONING:

1 teasp. of pepper (I like a lot of pepper; you can use less)

2 teasp. of salt (can be regular, garlic salt, seasoning salt, chicken seasoning mix -- whatever you like)

plus any other spices that you like with chicken (I sometimes use dried basil from our garden, but not always)

IF YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH CHILDREN OR JUST HAVE MORE REGULAR MEAT:

add 6 - 12 chicken drumsticks (and more broth if needed)

LET EVERYTHING COOK

on a low simmer, 1 - 6 hours, depending on your schedule

ABOUT AN HOUR BEFORE EATING

add barley or rice (1/2 cup if you want it to float loosely in the broth; 1 cup if you want to thicken up the soup to a stew like consistency).

I think that's about it! It's okay if it turns out a little bit different every time. This year's soup was made with 6 bouillon cubes, 8 cups water, 2 cartons of chicken livers (no gizzards because I couldn't find any at the store that day, and no other giblets or necks because I had used them all up on Christmas Eve), 2 teaspoons of "CVS Chicken & Meat Seasoning" and 1 teaspoon of regular ground black pepper (no other spices), all the usual vegetables (carrots, celery, onions), and one cup of barley.

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VERY EASY NEW YEAR SOUP
with BLACK - EYED PEAS ~ for vision
and GREENS ~ for prosperity
1. chop up one onion and fry in the bottom of a soup pan with a little olive oil

2. add 1 can (14 - 16 oz) of pre - seasoned diced tomatoes (the other day I used Hunts Spicy with chili peppers or something like that; I've also used the Hunts Diced with Rosemary & Oregano)

3. add 1 can (14 - 16 oz) of black - eyed peas

4. add 1 teaspoon of garlic salt, 1/2 teaspoon of black pepper, 1/2 Tablespoon of dried oregano

5. add 1/2 lb. of thinly sliced deli ham, chopped into small strips

6. pour in chicken broth for desired consistency, 2 cups approx.

7. last, cut in a 10 oz box of frozen spinach, partially thawed

8. for "small change" you can add some carrot coins (optional)

9. let it simmer for a little while and you're good to go!

In the past, I've made a lengthier version that involved soaking dry beans overnight, slicing up fresh carrots & celery along with the onion, and chopping a larger ham roast into chunks. However, this simpler versions seems to be equally delicious and well - liked; and it really is ready in just a few minutes.

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You may also be familiar with the French custom of serving

thirteen symbolic desserts on Christmas Eve.If you ask me, this is another celebration / menu idea that works just as well on Epiphany. After all, it is the Thirteenth Day of Christmas!

Here are some recipe posts from last year to get you started on the desserts:

www.dailykitticarriker.blogspot.com

Christmas Cake

Figgy Pudding

Tiny Mince Pies

Second Christmas Cake of the Season,
Decorated with David Winter Miniature Cottages
CHRISTMAS CAKES
THROUGH THE YEARS

Green Stamps

Accumulate and Redeem Did you make a New Year's Resolution to read more blogs? If so, take a look at this one by my smart funny facebook friend, Paula Lee Bright: Almost 60? Really?? If you ever helped your mom collect and organize savings stamps from the grocery store, then you'll love Paula's recent post of holiday nostalgia: "Mom, Green Stamps and Me, or How I Learned About Love" The most popular stamps nationwide were S & H Green Stamps, but when I was growing up in St. Charles, Missouri, we saved stamps from the local supermarket, Hedges & Hafer. One year, we got my brother a set of suitcases and a backgammon game; now those were pretty cool stamp prizes, a cut above the usual blender or alarm clock! For an even better stamp story, check out Paula's blog . . . and enjoy!

Hope Your Party Is Just the Right Size!

"I like large parties. They're so intimate.
At small parties there isn't any privacy."

from The Great Gatsby
by F. Scott Fitzgerald

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

from This Side of Paradise

Tennyson for New Year's Eve

Venerable Old Fence Post On Our Property Line
Here's a poem to help chase away the heating bill blues -- not that we need it today, since it just so happens to be a balmy, 60 degrees F, in Indiana (actually, somewhat eerie -- but don't worry -- back to freezing temps tomorrow)!

Lately, I have felt like the backs of my hands will never be warm again, even though the heat is cranking away and there's a fire in the fireplace! Sometimes I sit here at the computer wearing fingerless gloves while I type -- like Bob Cratchitt, except he was using a quill & ink, not typing. I wonder if my knitting friend Cate ever makes fingerless gloves? Ben's English teacher at St. Peter's was a knitter and that was her specialty. She gave him a few pairs when we moved away, one of which still happens to be tucked away in the pocket of his ski jacket.

I came across this poem recently in a little gift book about the seasons. Don't you agree that it seems rather modern-sounding for Tennyson? Not that I don't like the 19th C Tennyson, but this one makes an unexpected change.

Happy New Year! Keep a warm heart!

Winter

The frost is here,
And fuel is dear,
And woods are sear,
And fires burn clear,
And frost is here
And has bitten the heel of the going year.

Bite, frost, bite!
You roll up away from the light
The blue wood-louse, and the plump dormouse,
And the bees are still'd and the flies are kill'd,
And you bite far into the heart of the house,
But not into mine.

Bite, frost, bite!
The woods are all the searer,
The fuel is all the dearer,
The fires are all the clearer,
My spring is all the nearer,
You have bitten into the heart of the earth,
But not into mine.

Section #4 from
"The Window; or, The Songs / Loves of the Wrens"

music by Sir Arthur Seymour Sullivan, 1842 - 1900
Ever popular British Composer

lyrics by by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1809 - 1892
Poet Laureate of Victorian England, 1850 - 1892;
still one of the most popular poets in the English language.
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P.S. 2016
~ I found these from Storiarts! ~

Another Faraway Auld Lang Syne

The Ghost of Christmas Past
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"ANOTHER FARAWAY AULD LANG SYNE"

A sad beautiful story for New Year's Eve:

"The Faraway Night"
by William Saroyan
Armenian - American Author, 1908 - 1981
Pulitzer Prize for Drama, 1949
Academy Award for Best Original Story, 1943

and a great song:

"Same Auld Lang Syne"
by Dan Folgeberg
American singer-songwriter, 1951 - 2007

Boy Doll

Christmas with the Cousins
At Grandma & Grandpa Carriker's, 1966
When my sister Peg posted this old picture on facebook a few months ago, we were all so thrilled! I knew there was a paper copy in the family photo album at my mother's house, but I didn't have one myself. I had been thinking and thinking about this picture and wondering if I would ever see it again! Peg tagged not only all the cousins but also the silver Christmas tree there on the right! I'm nearly certain that to go along with it, my grandparents had one of those revolving color wheels underneath the tree. It was a short-lived phase, but we had to be proud of them for experimenting with a new trend! Our oldest brother Dave was in Vietnam at the time, and we sent him a miniature reel - to - reel tape of Peg and us little kids singing Christmas songs.

My youngest brother Aaron (cowboy jacket, right in front) wrote: "My favorite outfit!!!! . . . And I love the way Marguerite (front right) is making the cat face the camera!" Her little sister Alicia is holding up something very tiny: a little mouse? a baby bird? Their brother Nick (next to Aaron) and my sister Diane share the same birthday, so they were always known as the twin cousins.

My twin brother Bruce (behind Nick) observed that Brent, our tallest cousin (right behind Bruce), is the living embodiment of "Merry Christmas." Haha! Well, that's what happens when you make a teen-aged boy pose with all the "little kids." Brent's sisters, Kim and Marla, were my generous, stylish cousins who always shared with me the best hand - me - downs ever, some store - bought, some hand - made, all lovely! Thanks Kim & Marla!

My sister Di and I (behind Aaron) were so proud of our new dolls! If any of you ever come to visit and stay overnight, you will find Boy Doll, in pristine condition, sitting on the guest bed. I wanted this doll like crazy, but I never played with him very much and never gave him a name other than "Boy Doll." Little did I know that one day a couple of decades later I would have two little blond baby boys who looked just like that doll!

Or . . . wait! . . . perhaps I did know but just didn't know that I knew! Maybe Boy Doll was sent to me as an innocent little Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come!

Thanks Santa! Thanks Peg (standing closest to silver tree) -- I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas present than this old photograph of us kids!

~ and look what else I found ~
My Boy Doll, on p 619 of the Sears Christmas Catalog, 1966

Check out this great site for a glimpse of
(or this one)
Vintage Wish Books from decades gone by

See also my post "Wish Book"

Happy Christmas

Christmastime Is Here!

The Firm Resolve of Ebenezer Scrooge:

"I will honour Christmas in my heart,
and try to keep it all the year.
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future.
The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
I will not shut out the lessons that they teach."

from A Christmas Carol
by Charles Dickens

Tennyson for Christmas Eve

St. Peter's Churchyard, Philadelphia
Photograph taken by Ben McCartney on December 5, 2002

The Time Draws Near
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound:

Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and now decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.

This year I slept and woke with pain,
I almost wish'd no more to wake,
And that my hold on life would break
Before I heard those bells again:

But they my troubled spirit rule,
For they controll'd me when a boy;
They bring me sorrow touch'd with joy,
The merry merry bells of Yule.

Section #28 from the long poetic requiem
"In Memoriam A. H. H."
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1809 - 1892
Poet Laureate of Victorian England, 1850 - 1892;
still one of the most popular poets in the English language.

Light A Light

Leg Lamp
So many people made so many kind and funny comments
when I posted this picture of facebook last month,
especially my friend Rebecca who said,
"I want to be in that room,"
and Charlotte, who asked, "Was it a Major Award?" Haha!
Writing about "The Old Lamp-Lighter" yesterday (scroll down) reminded me of another old favorite from my dorm - room days in the 1970s (click on title to hear Janis Ian sing):

Light a Light
I hear your voice in ev'ry corridor
See your face in ev'ry picture frame
I feel your eyes in ev'ry starry sky
Lover, am I coming home again?

Now am I humble, who once was proud
Now am I silent, who once was loud
Now am I waiting for the sound of your saying:
Lover, am I coming home again?

When you're gone the sun don't shine
Light a light, light a light for me
Bring me back home again

And how we loved 'til the years were days
How we laughed all our tears away
And now the time begins to fade
Lover, am I coming home again?

There's a wisdom in the teachings
of the old familiar songs
And a sorrow in repeating
all the old familiar wrongs
And a lesson to be learned,
though I've know all along
Lover, am I coming home again?

Light a light, light a light for me
Light a light, light a light for me
Light a light, light a light for me
Bring me back home again
Bring me back home again

by Janis Ian (b. 1951)
American songwriter, singer, musician

Light a LightOther Janis Ian favs:
"In the Winter"
"At Seventeen"

The Old Lamp-Lighter

"And then the lighting of the lamps." As a child, how I loved to open the piano bench and look through all the old sheet music. I liked seeing the old price marks (sometimes as little as 15 or 25 cents!), the romantic artwork, the long ago photographs of the musicians, and my mother's signature on the songs she had collected. One of my favorites was "The Old Lamp-Lighter," which I often begged her to play:

The Old Lamp-Lighter
He made the night a little brighter
Wherever he would go
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago.

His snowy hair was so much whiter
Beneath the candle glow
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago

You'd hear the patter of his feet
As he came toddling down the street
His smile would hide a lonely heart you see
If there were sweethearts in the park
He'd pass a lamp and leave it dark
Remembering the days that used to be.

For he recalls when dreams were new
he loves someone who loves him too
Who walks with him alone in memory

He made the night a little brighter
wherever he would go
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago.

Now if you look up at the sky
You'll understand the reason why
The little stars at night are all aglow
He turns them on when night is here
He turns them off when dawn is near
The little man we loved of long ago.

He made the night a little brighter
wherever he would go
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago

by Charles Tobias (lyrics)
and Nat Simon (music)
in 1946

A few Christmases ago, in a used book store in Frederick, Maryland, my sister Peg and I discovered a forgotten treasure on the floor -- boxes and boxes of sheet music, much of it marked down nearly to its original price -- maybe a dollar or so per song, a steal in the 1990s! Talk about kids in a candy shop!

We looked through every page, finding many that we remembered from the recesses of our grandparents' piano benches. We took away as much as we could carry! Some pieces have since been framed for display, some given away as nostalgic gifts, and others once again stored in the piano bench for someone else to find one day. Here is the picture, exactly as I remember, from my mother's copy of "The Old Lamp-Lighter":


Listen to the Browns sing their popular 1960 rendition,
found on the album Nipper's Greatest Hits: The 60's Vol. 2

Eclipse, Moon, Snow, Solstice

Porch Lanterns During Evening Snowfall
Due to the overcast sky and the aura of orange light reflected from the five inches of snow that fell in five hours yesterday, we were unable to behold the lunar eclipse here in Indiana. Still, it was worth waiting up until 3am, just to know that somewhere out beyond my sight, the Eclipse, the Full Moon, and the Winter Solstice were coinciding, a rare cosmic occurrence in any millennium.

One of my sweet friends paid me the compliment of saying, "I think you are about the only person I know who would take notice that the Solstice and Full Moon coincided! That is great!" What a gratifying observation, since I am proud to be known for precisely such an awareness of the universe in all of its orderly, harmonious wholeness.

So many beautiful poems ring true on the Winter Solstice, but this has to be one of the best:

The Shortest Day
And so the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen,
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing, behind us – listen!
All the long echoes sing the same delight
This shortest day
As promise wakens in the sleeping land.
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends, and hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!

by Susan Cooper (b. 1935)
Award - winning British author of fiction and fantasy

Porch Lanterns at Dusk
Porch Lanterns Filled With Snow
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THE COSMIC TRANSITION FROM FALL TO WINTER

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Fourth Sunday of Advent

Fourth Week of Advent: The Joy of Shepherds
Week Four, the Candle of Joy
Waiting Almost Over:

"A joy shared is a joy doubled."
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~

"There are two ways of spreading light:
to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it."
~ Edith Wharton ~

Lou Holtz On My Christmas Tree

Way back when I lived in Fayetteville, Arkansas, and Lou Holtz coached the Razorbacks, I saw plenty of Lou dolls in the store windows every day but, stupidly, never thought to buy one for myself. After I moved to Notre Dame (as did Lou!), I regretted my oversight. Not until the miracle of e-bay did I realize that it was not too late. I have since taken the opportunity to buy several, one of which -- as you can see above -- has pride of place on the Christmas tree, right alongside of Hello Kitty.

According to one ebay seller, Lou is the first and only coach in the world to ever have a doll made in his image ~ making this doll an historical first. Now why didn't I mention that in my dissertation?

Philosophy of Fall

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"A FALL REASON, A WINTER REASON"
Fingers of the autumn sun
fiddle with yellow foliage
outside. . . .
this year we are
immersed in history
like a web of light.

Miroslav Holub (1923 - 98)
Czech poet and immunologist
from his poem, "Philosophy of Fall"

Autumn
And it is all over.

No more sweetpeas,
no more wide-eyed bunnies
dropping from the sky.

Only
a reddish boniness
under the sun of hoarfrost,
a thievish fog,
an insipid solution of love,
hate
and crowing.

But next year
larches will try
to make the land full of larches again
and larks will try
to make the land full of larks.

And thrushes will try
to make all the trees sing,
and goldfinches will try
to make all the grass golden,

and burying beetles
with their creaky love will try
to make all the corpses
rise from the dead,

Amen.

Both poems translated by Stuart Friebert and Dana Habova;
in Holub's collection,
Intensive Care: Selected and New Poems, 1996
CLICK TO READ MORE ABOUT FALL AND WINTER
BY MIROSLAV HOLUB & EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Third Sunday of Advent

Third Week of Advent: The Love of Angels
My Uncle Gene (one of my dad's younger brothers) has a lot of good Christmas stories that read just like the oft - anthologized Christmas chapters from Little House on the Prairie. For example, I like the one about the family friend by the name of George Rogers who dressed up as Santa and delivered a dishpan full of candy and toys using a wooden sled to imitate Santa’s sleigh. A couple of Christmases ago, Uncle Gene told my siblings and me a story we had never heard before about our dad Willard:

Dear Kids,

I’ll wax nostalgically with you for a bit. It would seem to be the season for such things. Old memories, taken out and polished up, become as jewels and this one is such. It concerns your dad, and took place many, many decades ago in the long ago days of the 1930’s.

As you know, we attended the small white frame church building located about half-way between Oilton and Drumright, Oklahoma. It was home to a fairly large number of “Saints” who came from oil lease communities and small towns within at least a 20 - mile radius. The leader of the little flock was a severe appearing gentleman named Benjamin Franklin Pollard, or as some called him, BF, shortened by the older smart alec kids like Robert [i.e., our eldest and much - admired uncle] to “Beef.”

At Christmas time there was always a program along with a tree, and Santa would come in at the end with a bag of small treats for the kids, there being a very large number of us. With the Bunch family (7,) the Carriker tribe (6), and the Rogers family (6,) it accounted for 19 young - uns. There were also some singles and smaller family groups, so all told there was a passel of kids.

On this particular Christmas the kids were putting on the program, as usual. Strangely, I have no recollection of what anyone else did for entertainment; but I well remember little old Willard’s contribution to the festivities:

"What shall I give Him.
As poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would give him a lamb,
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part—
Yet, what I can I give Him,
I’ll give him my heart."

~~ With love from Uncle Gene
How touched we all were to imagine our dad as a little tyke memorizing his part for the pageant!

My sister's response summed it up for all of us:

It certainly makes Daddy
seem a little closer this season.
Love to all, Peg

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Week Three, the Candle of Love
Quickening the Pace:

"Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
~ Washington Irving ~

Love is time and space measured by the heart.
~ Marcel Proust ~

Good Bones

The Tree on the Corner
I've seen
the tree on the corner
in spring bud
and summer green.
Yesterday
it was yellow gold.

Then a cold
wind began to blow.
Now I know--
you really do not see
a tree
until you see its bones.

Lillian Moore, 1909 - 2004
American educator, editor, author of children's books
Presented the National Council of Teachers of English Award
for Excellence in Children's Poetry, 1985

Making Gingerbread For Christmas

Lily's Gingerbread People, Christmas 2008 ". . . the baker with his white cap and big spoon . . . the Princess in a pink dress and golden crown, the old woman and her apples, gingerbread men, gingerbread ladies, and gingerbread cats all danced through their dreams!"

from Snipp, Snapp, Snurr and The Gingerbread (Sweden, 1932)
by Maj Lindman (1886 - 1972)
"Mama and I are gathering fir twigs for the advent wreath. Behind a ridge of cloud the setting sun flames blood red. It is the red-hot glow of the heavenly baking oven. The angels are very busy just now, mixing and rolling and baking the spiced honey Lebkuchen for Christmas. Anxiously I gaze at the fiery glow. They might get their lovely wings singed. As the glow fades, I breathe a sigh of relief, the danger is past for today."

Christmas, early 1930s
as described by Gerda Erika Baker
in Shadow of War

Gingerbread: A Short, Happy Photo History

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DELECTABLE SUMMER PALACE
CREATED BY BEN, KAREN & ZOE
AS HALLOWEEN APPROACHES,
GLORY DAYS GIVE WAY TO RUIN

A THANKSGIVING TREAT
FOR THE YARD DWELLERS
IF YOU BUILD IT,
THEY WILL COME, THEY WILL DEVOUR ( ~ DEC 3rd ~ )
A SNOWY TREAT
FOR A COLD LITTLE FRIEND ( ~ DEC 4th ~ )
From the squirrel's perspective,
this story has a very happy ending!
~