Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Patta and Richard Gray on their 50th Anniversary
Santa's Helper at Work...
She confided this to me when I was very young, and I believed her. Why wouldn't I? Her house was filled with dolls and toys all year long! Not to mention she excelled in making gingerbread cakes and cookies with brown sugar topping. And she was soft and pink and smelled delicious...just like Mrs. Santa Claus must.
Shirley, Mike and little sister Patti on a visit to Grandma Patta's.
Sometimes I got to visit for a few days. Grandma Patta and I spent the time up to our elbows in fabric scraps and patterns. The bodice of grandma's dress was studded with straight pins in lieu of a pincushion, keeping her hands free to cut and stitch the tiny clothes for all of Santa's dolls. With my awkward "help" she made designer outfits for Barbie, chic Chanel-style suits with real mink collars...just like Jackie Kennedy wore. Ruffled dresses for Chatty Cathy were next on the list, adorned with yards and yards of lace trimming. Even G.I. Joe got a new uniform or two! (Grandma hated Joe's big floppy feet...it made him hard to dress.)
Chatty Cathy...I didn't like her for some reason...she looked kind of bratty.
In the evenings, Grandpa Rich would get out his tools and work on the Barbie-size furniture he designed. He made four-poster beds and pink vanities with little gold knobs. The closet had sliding doors and rods filled with little pink hangers. With a hammer and wee brass tacks, he patiently upholstered miniature sofas and chairs. I was lucky enough to receive some of his furniture for Christmas one year.
My first Barbie looked like this one.
My first Ken had this fuzzy hair that came off if he got wet.
A Test of Faith...
I felt so special being let in on such an important secret. There were times I was tempted to brag about Grandma's unique job. But the kids I played with were starting to say awful things about Santa...that he didn't exist! Grandma had a saying...something about pearls before swine. Her secret was too precious to waste on non-believers.
As the years went by, it became more difficult to keep the faith. The pressure was on from friends and siblings to admit that Santa Claus was a hoax. But I stubbornly clung to the hope that they were wrong. One Christmas Eve I lined my dolls up on the couch so Santa could see that I took good care of my toys. My brother Mike teased me for being such a baby. "There's no such thing as Santa," he snickered.
Patti Play Pal.
I found out the hard way one Christmas morning that Grandma Zetta's lipstick is forever!
Poor Patti Play Pal!
A few minutes later, Mom came into the room and told us to get ready to go to Grandma's. It was almost time for Santa to come and pick up the doll clothes and take them back to the North Pole. He was a bit behind schedule and the elves needed to get the dolls dressed. I smirked when I saw the startled expression on Mike's face. He'd see!
Still...something deep inside nagged at me all the way to Lehi, where my grandparents lived. "He's not coming," the voice of doubt informed me. "He's not real." I remembered everything my friends had told me. They said it was all a big lie...our parents bought the toys and pretended to be Santa.
Miss Revlon had pierced ears!
Waiting and Waiting...
While the adults visited at Grandma's, I squirmed on the sofa. Anticipation and dread played tag in my stomach and I couldn't eat the cookies grandma had made. When you are a child, minutes seem like hours, and waiting is torture. He's not coming.
As I squeezed my eyes shut and focused all my faith into a wish...I heard the silver tinkle of sleigh bells. I knew that if I opened my eyes, the magic wouldn't work. But the sound of boots on the front porch stamping off the snow seemed real enough. Grandma hurried to the door.
How I remember Santa...so many years ago.
"Merry Christmas!" a hearty voice boomed. When I opened my eyes, a man in red stood in the doorway shaking snow off his whiskers. I watched in awe as Santa reached into his sack and pulled out a candy cane for each of us. My little sisters danced about with excitement and forgot to say thank you. But I remembered! He winked at me, restoring my faith for another year.
Grandma made doll clothes for many years after that, taking orders from neighbors and friends. Even when I was finally too old to believe in Santa Claus, she still personified the Spirit of Christmas. I wish my own children could have known her.
Cute little brother Tommy and sister Lisa came along some years after this story.
Look at their sweet little faces. I miss these little kids.
"May your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white..."
Merry White Christmas!!
I have posted this story before...but like "The Night Before Christmas" and other holiday tales...it gets taken out of the Christmas box, dusted off, and shared again and again. This is my most cherished Christmas memory.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Winter Fairy Gardens...
Christmas Deer and Other Woodland Creatures.
I'm still having a lot of fun creating little winter "Fairy Garden" scenes for Christmas. Several of them will be given away as gifts. No matter how much I love them, I cannot keep them all. This post will be mostly pictures...so I can finally get them blogged. I am fortunate that my shopping is done for the most part. Just have a few miscellaneous things to get.
Today I am making Peppermint Snickerdoodles with white chocolate peppermint kisses on top. I may have to make them twice...they are so yummy! They remind me of some cookies my mom made for me to take to a Christmas party when I was in Jr. High. I never tasted anything so good as those Snickerdoodles with a dab of pink icing and a little candy cane on top...a priceless memory for me. It makes me happy to think of my mom today. I sure miss her...especially at Christmas.
This one is a favorite.
I love the rusty bucket and the tree full of bells and a rusty star.
The tiny deer is a salt shaker from Cracker Barrel.
I bought over a dozen little deer and owls to use for crafting.
A gift for a friend...rusty coffee can from Oatman, AZ.
I made 10 of these for gifts.
The cans were saved from Costco Chicken.
We had a lot of enchiladas this fall...lol!
A gift for one of my daughters...little Yellowstone Bears.
I re-did this wagon scene I made last year.
I like using Snow Tex over sheet moss.
Looks more realistic...snow-wise.
Pioneer Woman Christmas Cow Creamer.
Pedestal from Target...cute!!
Tiny Gingerbread Houses.
Just 1.5" tall...the candies are Wilton candy sprinkles
Jack Frost joins the hall decor...
...along with Dri-Shu Santa.
The Cookie Kings found a home in the kitchen.
Pinterest-Inspired Three Tier Display.
Nicholas and Christ Child...
This is one of my favorite images this season...St. Nicholas and the Christ Child.
It reminds me of the book..."The Immortal Nicholas" by Glenn Beck.
I have it framed in my office to remind me of the reason we celebrate this time of year.
I just printed it 5" by 7" and used my coupon at Hobby Lobby for the frame.
That's it for now...
Thursday, December 3, 2015
St. Nicholas Day...
This Sunday, December 6, is known throughout Germany and many European countries as St. Nicholas Day. Children in those countries put their shoes on the front step in hopes that the kindly gentleman will fill them full of treats. Traditional gifts include chocolate, fruit, small toys and gold coins...chocolate coins most likely. The legends about St. Nicholas begin with the story of a poor man with three marriageable daughters. He could not afford to provide them with a dowry...in those days girls could not get married without a cash dowry.
Wooden shoes filled with treats...
Passing by the home of the poor girls one winter's evening, Nicholas was moved to pity by their penniless state and wanted to help them. Wishing to remain anonymous, he secretly tossed a bag of golden coins into the window of the girls' room. The story claims that the coins fell into some stockings hanging out to dry by the fire. This is how the tradition began of filling stockings with gifts. Next year on the eve of St. Nicholas day, it might be fun to have your children put their little shoes on the front porch. Wouldn't they love to find a little bag of gold chocolate coins in their shoe when they get up the next morning? Be sure to tell them to leave a carrot out for St. Nicholas' white horse.
A fun new tradition!
Our family tradition of celebrating St. Nicholas (Nikolas) Day only lasted a few years...but it was fun while it lasted. We wouldn't wait until morning...St. Nicholas came just before bedtime in our little corner of Germany. Children would get ready for bed and put their shoes on the porch. Then there was a special program on television for them to watch while one of the parents filled their shoes. Bedtime television featured a character call the Sandmännchen or "little sandman." I suppose the purpose was to make children sleepy. They might show a cartoon, then the Sandmännchen would tell a bedtime story. When the Sandmännchen said "Gute Nacht...und schlaf recht schon" it was time to see if St. Nikolas had left candy or a switch in their shoes. Nikolas had a helper named Knecht Ruprecht, a dark and sinister character who just might put naughty children into the big sack on his back. There are many legends and traditions about the Knecht Ruprecht character...in some he later became "Der Weihnachtsmann," the German version of Santa Claus.
Der Weihnachtsmann shopping at the Christmas Market.
He could also be wearing blue or brown.
Christmas Eve in the home of our German friends, the Dahnkens, was the time when the Christ Child...or Christkindl...decorated the tree and left presents. They didn't use Christmas stockings, but the Christkindl left plates full of cookies and candy. In other homes, gifts were left by Der Weihnachtsmann.
I loved learning the customs and traditions of Germany. Thank you for letting me share the story of St. Nicholas Day.
Note: This is a repost from December 2013.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Happy 40th Anniversary!
This Friday, November 13, 2015 will be George and Shirley Hatfield's 40th Wedding Anniversary. We will be in Disneyland on that day...big shocker! We thought about taking a trip somewhere different this year...Disney World...but my heart is loyal to that cute and cozy little California park. It's hard to believe we've been together for so many years. I feel so lucky that I found the man of my dreams sitting next to me in Junior English at American Fork High School. He didn't know it then, but I had no intention of ever letting him get away. How is it that 40 years have flown by so fast? Before you know it, we'll be one of those cute little old couples celebrating their Golden Anniversary surrounded by their children and grandchildren. We may even have a couple of "greats" by then...who knows?
Anyone who has followed my blog for any length of time knows that I also use this forum to write my personal and family histories. I hope that my family will enjoy this post...and I hope that you will too. This story starts with...
Bridal Veil Falls in Provo Canyon.
One summer day in 1975, when George and I had been dating for about three years, he took me on a date up Provo Canyon. He said we were going on a little hike, but to wear something nice. That seemed a bit suspicious. My devious little brain thought..."I'll bet he's going to propose today! Yay!" When he pulled into the parking lot at the base of Bridal Veil Falls, I was certain of it. George thinks that he is the king of subtlety, but "Bridal Veil Falls" was a bit too on the nose. And why did he bring a camera and take pictures of us on the trail? But I had been wrong before...it was best to wait and see.
The trail ended where the water cascaded into a pool. It was such a pretty sight with the sun shining on the mist. That was where he finally made it official. I breathed a sigh of delighted relief! What a wonderful...and quite romantic...day!
George in his long-hair days.
He thought this date would be a big "surprise."
Not really a surprise...I suspected this all along!
The "official" engagement photo.
George's older brother, Ron, took us out to Hobble Creek Golf Course for an engagement photo shoot. The golf course sits at the base of the mountain near Springville, Utah, and was so beautiful that time of year. It was early autumn and the leaves were starting to change color. Ron took dozens of nice shots, but this one was my favorite! I just noticed this...George was wearing that same shirt and vest on our "pop the question" day! I wore my favorite white eyelet dress I made for the Military Ball the past winter. Don't tell George, but when I made the dress, I hoped it (being white) would give him matrimonial ideas.
Another cute couple from our invitations!
The Daily Herald wedding announcement.
November 9, 1975
Alpine Country Club
The wedding and reception were held at the Alpine Country Club, here in Highland, Utah. We weren't members...my dad had a second job there as a custodian, and I worked there as a waitress. The big benefit was that we got to use the venue for free and the catering was at cost. Another big plus in my eyes...the decor was already red and white, my wedding colors!
We didn't have a professional photographer, we had a family friend take the pictures. Though not ideal...many were a bit blurry or dark...I am just so grateful to have pictures. Most of the reception is a bit blurry in my mind. There is a lot I don't remember.
Mr. and Mrs. George Emerson Hatfield
"With this ring..."
My LDS Bishop, Dennis Durfey, presided over the ceremony.
"You may kiss the bride!"
"Annie's Song"...our wedding theme.
We didn't have our ceremony in the temple at this time and I didn't want to walk down the aisle to "Here Comes the Bride." Instead, we asked a neighbor of George's who happened to be a professor of music at BYU to play our wedding theme..."Annie's Song" by John Denver. I have loved his music since I was in high school. All the reception background music was from my collection of John Denver albums.
Bridesmaids...Nancy Nicholes, and sisters Patti, Sandy and Lisa Devey.
I made my own wedding dress and most of the bridesmaids' dresses. When I saw the prices of wedding dresses for one of my daughters' weddings, I almost fainted! I thought my dress was beautiful and it only cost me $30 to make. In my opinion veils were cliche, so I spent $25 on a lacy, floppy-brim hat from ZCMI Department Store. The bridesmaids' dresses were red and white gingham trimmed with lace. George's mother had a new-fangled top-of-the-line sewing machine that she graciously let me use. It was less stressful to sew at her house while she was at work. It can be hard to concentrate with houseful of younger brothers and sisters making a racket...lol!
Thomas A. and Rhea Lee Gray Devey.
Joseph and Colleen Rae Pullman Ovard.
George's mother and step-father.
Our cake and the bride doll made by Grandma Patta.
I think George's Aunt Elaine Pullman made the cake.
The bride doll made by my Grandma Patta wore a dress and hat identical to my own...right down to the lace trim. I don't know how she did it, but she found a 1/4" inch lace that matched my two inch lace perfectly.She was such a talented seamstress...the ball gowns she made for some of her dolls would make a Victorian socialite swoon with envy.
I wish I still had my bride's bouquet. Ever practical, George insisted the bouquets be silk and dried flowers so we could keep them forever. Mine was lost after we moved to Germany, but my mother had one or two of my sisters' bouquets.
I didn't have a big trousseau...my job at Allen's Super Save grocery store...paid only $2.50 an hour. But I had been making fun things and putting them away in my graduation "Hope Chest." Notice the red and white apple canisters? Do you know how hard it was to find the color red in the 70's? Remember the kitchen colors of harvest gold, olive green, and orange and all the mushroom accessories? Tacky! My kitchen was going to be red and white with black wrought iron accents.
The quilt on the left was the one my Grandma Zetta helped me make. She said it was time I learned to put a quilt on the frame. She helped me pick out the fabric...a polyester and cotton blend. We tied the layers together with yarn...there wasn't time to learned fancy quilting...and then she showed me how to bind the edges. She was a practical woman, but the lesson stayed with me for life...and the quilt as well. It's been 40 years and Amber still uses it. Polyester is forever!
The Getaway Car!
After the reception we tried to sneak away before any mischief could be done to my cute little bug, but we were too late. I had successfully dodged my waitress friends who planned to "kidnap" me and drive me around town for an hour or two. But the car was buried in shaving cream...thanks to my brother Mike. Our first stop as newlyweds was the car wash downtown. We stayed overnight in a hotel in Provo, then headed out at first light for a trip to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. The weather was mild, and the autumn days were pretty, but George was a little disappointed by the amount of smog in the canyon. We hope to return there later this month...it's been 40 years since our last visit. We've visited the South Rim several times in the last few years.
The North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
Grand Canyon Lodge on the North Rim.
Home Sweet Home...
One Year Later...
Our first home...a cozy little mobile home on 400 East in American Fork.
The honeymoon was very brief...just a long weekend. We had to be home by Monday for work and school. I didn't mind though, we had a living room stacked with wedding presents just waiting to be opened! Such fun! I wasn't thrilled with whoever gave us a Chia Pet, but George thought it was cool. Even more fun was exchanging 3 of the 4 crock pots for an iron and a new John Denver album!
We got the best wedding gift ever...two weeks after our honeymoon I discovered I was expecting. I blame it on the waterbed in the Thunderbird Hotel...lol!
The Salt Lake Temple at Christmas!
One year later, on December 17, 1976, George and I and our baby daughter Amber were sealed together as a family for Time and All Eternity in the Salt Lake LDS Temple. I am so grateful for the blessings of the temple that made us a "Forever Family." Forty years of marriage isn't a lot of time in God's reckoning, but I am looking forward to spending the rest of eternity together.
This is our story...
Note: I had a few paragraph formatting issues...please excuse the excessive text centering.