Sunday, December 12, 2010

It Was Truly a Silent Night!

Our Christmas program was today.  We sang one of my most favorite Christmas songs (though truly I love them all.)  The song is Silent Night.  When I was in Frankenmuth, MI this summer we went to Bronners Christmas Store (this was the 5 hour Christmas shopping hell I experienced)......but somewhere in the middle of this shopping frenzy we stopped and took some time to visit the chapel there...which is a replica of the one where Silent Night was first played.  Do you know the story behind the song?  I love songs with stories and since this is the Christmas season I had to take a few moments and tell you about the birth of Silent Night.  You see the words of Silent Night were written by a Priest called Fr. Joseph Mohr in Mariapfarr, Austria, in 1816 and the music was added by his school teacher friend, Franz Xaver Gruber, in 1818 for the Christmas service at St. Nicholas church in Oberndorf, Austria.  Fr. Mohr asked Franz Gruber to compose the melody with a guitar arrangement. It was several years later that Franz Gruber wrote an arrangement for the organ. Historians who have conducted research in recent years believe that Fr. Mohr wanted a new carol that he could play on his guitar.
There is a legend associated with the carol that says, Fr. Mohr wanted the carol to be sung by the children of the village at the midnight Christmas Eve service, as a surprise for their parents. But in the middle of practising, the organ broke and not a note would come from it! So the children had to learn the carol only accompanied by a guitar. They learned the carol so well that they could sing it on its own without accompaniment.  Have you ever heard it sung acapella by children's voices....it is one of the most heavenly sounds that exists.  The first time I heard it done this way I knew I had heard the angels singing on that Bethlehem night so long ago.  But back to the story,  there are no records to indicate that a children's choir was involved or that the organ was broken! I personally like to believe the legend...it makes the story a better one....and those of you who write blogs....understand that it is all in the telling of a story.  Anyways, at Midnight Mass in 1818, Fr. Mohr and Franz Gruber sang each of the six verses with the church choir repeating the last two lines of each verse. Mohr set down the guitar arrangement on paper around 1820 and that is the earliest manuscript that still exists. It is displayed in the Carolino Augusteum Museum in Salzburg. There are a number of manuscripts of various 'Stille Nacht' arrangement that were written by Franz Gruber in later years.  The original words of the song were in German (and it was called 'Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht') and translated in to English went:

Silent night, holy night,

Bethlehem sleeps, yet what light,

Floats around the heavenly pair;

Songs of angels fills the air.

Strains of heavenly peace.

It's thought that the song might have travelled around the area with an organ repairman, Karl Mauracher, who could have taken an early arrangement with him in about 1820. Then two singing families (like the 'Von Trappes' in the Sound of Music) seem to have discovered the song and performed it as part of their concerts. In December 1832 the Strasser family performed it at a concert in Leipzig and it was first performed in the USA in 1839 by the Rainer family who sang 'Stille Nacht' at the Alexander Hamilton Monument outside Trinity Church in New York City. During this time the tune changed to the one we know and sing today!  It was translated into English in 1863 by John Freeman Young. The carol was sung during the Christmas Truce in the First World War in December 1914 as it was a song that soldiers on both sides knew.  Can you imagine just how awesome that was?  To hear soldiers....that moments before were fighting....joining together to sing this beloved song.  By the time the carol was famous, Fr Mohr had died. Franz Gruber wrote to music authorities in Berlin saying that he had composed the tune, but no one believed him and it was thought that Haydn, Mozart of Beethoven had written it! But then the 1820 manuscript was found and in the top right corner Fr Mohr had written: 'Melodie von Fr. Xav. Gruber.'.  It's now one of the most, if the the most, recorded songs in the world! Enjoy the version I have chosen for you today!  Hope you have a blessed Sunday!

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Twas the Day Before....

I sit here in front of this blasted machine
When truly I should be holding a dust rag to clean
Twas the Day before our big Open House
Frank is still sleeping, it is quiet as a mouse.
I turned on the tree lights to bask in their light
And hope I survive until late Sunday night.
What kind of idiot was I...I am not Superman
Two Church Christmas programs, AND Open House.....Not a plan.
I have worked right beside my sweet husband all day
Thoughts fly through my head and they won't go away.
The gingerbreads made for Paula's sweet trifle
I made sure a closet held Frank's favorite rifle.
I've polished and put away into the night
Now I sit and survey all our work....a delight
The cheese balls are thawing and each has a plate
I am hoping to be back in my house Sunday by eight
Pam, Mary Shareefah and my daughter Kat
Will scurry around and pick up this and that
They will make sure the dishes are ne'er without food
An empty dish at Open House can be kind of rude.
My dear friend Jo James broke her knee while she shopped
But the centerpiece she made will make every eye pop
But you know it is time to quit worrying...it is done
And welcome each guest...and have lots of fun.
And as each guest departs and drive off with good cheer
I will tell them all....Hope to see you next year! 

Friday, December 10, 2010

The Blue Eyes

It was the blue eyes, I think.

I have a weakness for blue eyes.

Plus, he always laughed at my jokes. Not a forced chuckle, but an actual laugh.

So when I found out he liked me, I was pleased. We had been hanging out for a couple weeks, nothing romantic, just easy flowing conversations.

It was the blue eyes, I think.

They drew me in, especially when he wore blue shirts.

We started dating, and it was sweet, a typical high school romance. I didn’t think it would last forever, honestly. I mean, I was seventeen. Even when Tom would mention our future wedding, I’d chuckle, thinking it would be lovely, but that eventually he’d turn his teenaged eyes on another girl.

But he never did.

Even when we were apart for that year. He had to stay behind and finish his last year of high school (he’s actually older than me by a month, but he was held back in first grade) while I had to go with my family to the next military base that my mother was assigned to.

It was hard, I’m not going to lie. And when I flew back to see him graduate from high school, I wasn’t sure what it was going to be like. Would it still be the same? Would the feelings still be there?

It was.

It’s probably why I ended up getting pregnant on that trip. Only nineteen, an only child, a chick who had no idea what to do with babies. I wouldn’t have blamed Tom if he had left. After all, he was starting his Air Force career and here I am, announcing that hi, we’re going to have a baby.

He married me.

And today, we’ve been married for nine years.

“Can you believe it? Nine years,” Tom mused on Skype.

“Nine years? Has it been that long? Jesus, we’re getting old,” I answered. “If we were celebrities, nine years would be considered a long time. The media would have dubbed us TomBer, you know, the whole combining of the names thing that drives me insane?”

“Yeah,” Tom agreed.

“Hey Tom?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For...everything. For marrying a knocked up nineteen-year-old.”

“Thank you for marrying a nineteen-year-old poor soldier.”

“We were rich in love, at least,” I said, and then I cracked up, because it’s hard for me to stay serious for long. I love romance films when the couples say these eloquent things to each other and I’m always like, “That looks fun.” But usually if Tom and I start acting like that, I tend to get the giggles and then picture Tom farting on the couch.

After I logged off, I started flipping through our wedding album and Natalie wandered over.

“Daddy,” she said, pointing to a baby-faced Tom. We were so young. And Tom was right, pretty poor. We got married in a court house in Flagstaff, Arizona and I was seven months pregnant. I had on a black maternity dress, not because I was in mourning, but because it was the only fancy thing I had.

“That’s right. That is Daddy,” I said, lifting Natalie onto my lap. “Do you know we met in high school? When I met him, I was instantly attracted. It was the blue eyes, I think…”


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I made this video a couple years ago. This basically sums up everything:

I Need an Attitude Adjustment

Most of my readers know that I am a high school teacher and have been for over 20 years.  I am looking forward to the day I can retire....and head to Walmart to stand at their front door and greet people saying, "Welcome to Walmart!"  On that day there will be no more tests to make out, no papers to grade, no parents calling me at all hours of the day and night wanting to know why little Johnny or Suzie has a B in my class.  Yes....I am so looking forward to that day.  But....reality checks bounce occassionally and I am here for another four years....in the meantime I must finish this work I began a long time ago.  Herein lies my dilemma.  We are on a block schedule system.  We have 5 blocks a day.  I have first period planning....which for a morning person is not the best scenario.  I truly love to hit the ground running....and having planning first off...kind of brings me to a screaching halt before I ever get started.  My first three classes are Spanish II classes and they are awesome.  I have a great rapport with these students. They are not perfect....but the chemistry between us is good.  These are the kids that make me glad I am a teacher.....and then....fifth period arrives.  This class is the class that makes me want to retire....post haste.  Don't get me wrong...the whole class is not bad...there are just a few that ruin my whole day for me.  Why do I let them do this?  I am a veteran teacher and know better....but they do.  This class is a Spanish I class, has 30 students in it, has a student with Turrets Syndrome in it...(but he is not my problem....he and I get along famously)....has a student who is deaf in one ear and can't hear out of the other...has hearing aides, but won't wear them.....has a student who cut my class 18 days the first nine weeks and now complains because he does not understand (well duh....if he'd been here...he might be understanding a bit better)....has three on Riddelin (two trying to come off), has several athletes (one of which could care less about the class.....he sleeps everyday....or is tardy), and has one who is the attitude king...but does not look like he should be.  Between one student bursting out into inappropriate song (Viva Viagra), a small group discussing their alcohol consumption (they are all minors), and comments just being thrown out into class....I am at my wits end.  I have sent countless emails to parents, had multiple parent conferences, have a behavior rap sheet that is now over 5 pages....and believe me...I could pull my hair out over this.  For the first time in the 20+ years I have taught I am sending letters home to the parents telling them that I am NOT recommending their students for Spanish II.  The parents can override my decision....but with the understanding that it was their choice.  Never....and I mean Never...have I had a group like this.  The rest of the class is very pleasant....and I truly feel sorry for them that the few can ruin their learning process.  I have another full week with this class...and then four days after Christmas break....I am just hoping to survive.  My attitude needs adjusting for sure.  I am frustrated, irritated, aggravated, and just plain mad that I have let this group get under my skin like they have....the countdown to retirement has definitely begun....I am not sure I can take many more classes like this one....sigh!  You know....when I was in school (eons ago)....if I got in trouble at school....I got in more trouble at home....but those days are long gone.  Now....it does not matter what a child does....it is someone else's (preferably the teacher) fault.  Students are not held accountable for anything for the most part...and there are no consequences for wrong actions....what have we done?  My momma whipped me(with whatever she could get her hands on)...when I was bad...I knew that was the consequence....but they don't have them today.  We are doing these kids a disservice....what is going to happen to them when they enter life...and there are no do-overs, or after school detentions?  When you say your prayers tonight....pray for the youth of America, pray for the parents of America, pray for the teachers of America, and put in a special one for me that I will survive this year!  Thank God it is Friday!

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Christmas Past and Present

I always thought I wanted a themed tree....that is until the year my oldest daughter used her own money and did a Victorian tree.....It was a beautiful tree.....but it was not MY tree.  I was glad to send those ornaments with her when she established her own place.  All of my children's lives they have gotten a special ornament.  As they left home....I carefully packed all their memories and sent them with them for their very first tree.  I guess I do have themed trees....they all contain memories....memories of when I was a child...and memories of when I became an adult.  I love ornaments.  Of all the gifts I get....ornaments are my all time favorites.....along with pins and candles that smell of spice.

My bloggy buddy Linda over at 2nd Cup of Coffee asked all her readers to share their trees and an ornament or two and I have waited all week to share my special ornaments with you.  The tree on the left is in my music/living room.  It is full of music instrument ornaments and places I have been ornaments.  I love this tree...it is a small 3 footer perched on a little round table.  Right before Frank and I married his mom died and Christmas that year was kind of a downer.  We decided to get two star ornaments and put them on our tree in memory of his parents.  The stars we found are called Bethlehem stars and just lovely.
When my father died last year we did the same thing we had done for his parents.  We searched for two more stars just like the ones we had found for his parents but with no luck.  I found two beautiful stars at Belks when I was bowling in a tournament in Dothan, AL.  We packed my mom's ornament up because she is still living....but I bought two so theirs would be matching.  The little bell hanging beside the star is from the Polar Express.  It is one of my favorite Christmas stories.  I also have an angel bell from It's a Wonderful Life. 

The star ornaments are on the den tree.  It is 6.5 ft tall and if you sit on the left side of the couch you cannot see the television.  The claddagh is from my first Ireland trip.

My Aunt Shirley tatted and crocheted and I have three ornaments that she has made for me over the years and I could not decide which ONE to show you so guess what....you get to see them all.  The basket is the last one she ever made for me.  The tussy mussy is one of my favorites.

The phonograph was my present the year Santa brought me a phonograph.  I have to admit I was a bit disappointed when I opened the box and found an ornament....inside the bottom was a note for me to go to the spare bedroom and find a surprise.  It was an awesome year.  Yes siree.


I am having an Open House at the Parsonage this Sunday and so in the kitchen I put up a 4 ft. Charlie Brown style white tree with cooking instruments on it.  I did not have enough to do it justice so I bought some mid-sized red balls and added them to the tree with the red and white polka dotted bow.  I think it is cute.

This gold guitar ornament I got the year I got my first guitar.  It is in sad shape.  It is 40 years old and all my moves have not been kind to it.....but I still put it out each year.  I love this ornament.
The tiny ball my precious niece, Ramona, made for me with flowers from my fathers grave.  It is really pretty....the flash didn't do it justice.
While we were working at my mom's house this year I found several boxes of old ornaments that I remembered hanging on the tree when I was a child.  I love these old Shiny Brite box ornaments.  They were all so pretty and unique.  The striped ones are my favorite.

When I was in the City of Brotherly Love a few years ago I bought a Philadelphia ornament at the Liberty Bell Museum.  I always buy an ornament when I travel somewhere so I can remember my time spent there.

The last ornament I am sharing is a blast from my past and a gift from my friend Susan.  It is a Breakers of Palm Beach ornament.  That is a fabulous hotel on Palm Beach that I always thought was the castle for Cinderella.  I grew up on the other side of the bridge....but I could always dream.  I have actually been to events in the Grand Ballroom at the Breakers.  I worked for a while for the American Friends of the Hebrew University when I was in school and got to attend quite a few fundraising fetes.  It was fun to pretend....even if it was just for one night. 
I hope you enjoyed my walk down memory lane. Have a blessed Thursday.

A Small Announcement

Just so everyone knows....



....I had the sapphire and diamond ring before Kate Middleton made it famous.

I’ve always loved the style.

Plus, mine is better, it belonged to my Grandma.

(I also have a matching necklace, bought by Tom. I love sapphires and diamonds together and now I worry if I wear the stuff people will be all, “Ahh, the Kate Middleton look.” And I’ll be like, “Nope, it’s actually the Amber look, thanks.”)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Naked Gardener by LB Gschwandtner Review

It started off interesting.

A woman, going into her garden....naked!

I could never go into my garden naked. Then again, I don’t even have a garden, seeing as I can’t grow plants to save my life.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I was given a wonderful book to review thanks to BookSparksPR. The book that I’m reviewing is called The Naked Gardener by LB Gschwandtner. I know. That’s a mouthful, isn’t it?

The Naked Gardner tells the story of Katelyn Cross, who ends up taking five women friends into the wilderness. The plan is to enjoy some girl time while talking about life, as each woman has her own issues going on. One of Katelyn’s issues is should she commit to her boyfriend Greg who lost his wife to cancer? (I say yes, he seems like a nice guy.)

I enjoyed the book, and would recommend it. If you’d like to buy a copy, you can go here.

Now, whenever I see a garden, I’ll probably think, “That chick from The Naked Gardner book would be in the buff here.

Would you strut your birthday suit in your garden?


**I received a copy of the book to review, but the opinions are my own**