Well, “they say” you don’t have to answer a Christmas
card until next Christmas. It is more in the nature of a gift, so to speak,
though I’ve always hated not to do so. My way is to get a supply of New Year
cards; then if I’m caught, a few lines on the card fixes it or the card alone,
see!
Ina Dobson, January 1935
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"I stood it all just fine"
And
speaking of Christmas Day, we had another of those awful “skimpy” affairs,
which leaves us all wondering “where to put the new things, when we barely had
room enough for the old!” – Ethel Dobson Robinson, January 1937
Our
country Christmas came to a close yesterday (Friday) morning. It had commenced
to snow about 7:00, and the bare spot left on the drive by Hallie and Nick’s
car was a sad reminder that the festivities had come to an end. Before noon,
Mike and I were also ready to leave, a simple statement that belies 90 minutes
of work.
It
was “snow floor and snowing” on the Gilbert Grade, but the Jeep carried us
along just fine. It was still snowing at Orofino but the highway was clear as
we passed Peck. It was overcast and cold in our valley with no snow. Mike
unloaded boxes and coolers from the Jeep, and I put things away in the house –
mostly food. And then Mike put on his warmest biking clothes and went cycling.
Bess and I went for a walk.
As
Grandma Ina used to say, “I stood all the Christmas doing just fine.” I love
that statement because it says that at some point she didn’t. Did she have meltdowns?
Did she take to her bed with depression? I don’t know – but it’s clear that she’s
pleased to have stood it all just fine.
More like Father Time than Santa |
For
me, the trick to “standing Christmas just fine” is to have a post-holiday plan.
I have a 2020 calendar/planner/diary and a list of projects to which I look
forward – doll clothes (many), a holiday panel quilt, and a few recipes to try.
“But what about all your unfinished projects,” you ask. Tut-tut! – none of that
until February – maybe even March when the sun might begin to shine.
But
today, like Aunt Ethel, I must find places for a few Christmas gifts. This
afternoon I will try out my new 3-quart Instant Pot on a pheasant breast. KW