Tuesday, December 27, 2016
A HOLIDAY VISIT WITH INA -- DAY 27
Monday, December 26, 2016
A HOLIDAY VISIT WITH INA -- DAY 26
Thank goodness for candles, greenery, poinsettias and such which help extend the season as the symbols of Christmas fade away. KW
Sunday, December 25, 2016
A HOLIDAY VISIT WITH INA -- DAY 25
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| Advent Calendar, 1960s |
Shirley Jean was allowed to slip down
and get her sock before everyone else was up. We only stipulated that it should
not be too early morning. I put a book in the top of it, so as to keep her
quiet till we were up. After breakfast she was allowed to take off gifts and
hand them around and was delighted. It was another “skimpy Christmas,” with everyone
well-remembered.
Ina Dobson on Christmas 1936
Saturday, December 24, 2016
A HOLIDAY VISIT WITH INA -- DAY 24
Shirley
[daughter] came home Wednesday evening and from then on it seemed really like Christmas
to me. Thursday forenoon [Christmas Eve] Shirley Jean went with Ernest to get the
tree, and Dad [Ina’s husband Jack] set it up. Then she, Shirley, and Henry
trimmed it. Shirley Jean was thrilled to be allowed to tie on gifts, etc. She
hung up her stocking at the fireplace and Dad did too as he usually does when a
grandchild is here. Ina
Dobson, Christmas 1936
Christmas of 1936 was special for
Ina and Jack Dobson. Daughter Ethel and her husband Ernest Robinson came with
their only child, 10-year-old Shirley Jean, and daughter Shirley and her fiancé
Henry were also there.
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| Our players in a different era (c 1952) |
I’d like to tell you that Christmas
Eve was (and is) a nice relaxed day for those who hosted a party. Nothing was
(or is) further from the truth. Of course I wasn’t there at Ina’s, but I know
that she was an organized person who eschewed clutter, which put her way ahead
of some of us (me). However, she was not free of her duties as housewife
because loved Christmas had come once again. She had to attend to her chores, the
cooking, and other details of the day. I’m sure her daughters, fully trained in
managing country life, were great help.
And my mother also needed help as
she prepared for the Christmas celebration. She didn’t seem to realize she was
taking on way more than she could do, but she tried year after year. Certainly
my dad helped her, and I like to think I was good help as I grew up. I wrapped
packages and cleaned the house while she spent a lot of time in the kitchen.
And when I was no longer available to be her right-hand man, sister Harriet and
Bill came early to vacuum, stash magazines, and coax the house to BHG status.
Well, all of this is in the past,
and as much as I miss the party – and I do – I don’t miss the pressure to be perfect.
“Don't
knock yourself out cleaning and cooking,” wrote daughter Hallie in this morning’s
email. “You must take some time to reflect and be grateful.” But who is she
kidding? If she walked in the door right now, she’d have to clean the counters. KW
[The photo from left: Vance holding Kathy; Shirley Jean behind Vance, her husband Dale Johnson holding daughter Patty; Myrtle (Lynn), Ina, and Ethel. My mother took the picture.]
Friday, December 23, 2016
A HOLIDAY VISIT WITH INA -- DAY 23
Aunt
helped me out by dressing a fat young rooster and bringing it ready for the
roaster. She also insisted on making pies since I had my hands full – mince and
pumpkin. One of each would be plenty, I said, but no – here came two each and
ginger cookies frosted. She’d tried a new recipe.
Ina Dobson, Christmas 1933
Vance,
on arriving at his cousin’s house, Christmas 1942
I
am not one to spend a lot of time in the kitchen baking lovely things. Perhaps
I get that from my Grandma Ina. She barely speaks of Christmas baking, but baking
for Christmas was a big deal with my mother. She loved candied fruit – yes, the
cherries, the pineapple, and even the citron. Before Thanksgiving she would
make her fruitcake – just enough batter to hold the fruit together. And she
loved traditional cookies – shortbread and pressed spritz cookies, individually
and meticulously decorated with candied red and green cherries. She stored
these cookies in a roaster on our enclosed back porch where it was cool and
included them on holiday trays prepared for neighbors and friends, served them
on our dessert table during the holidays, and then enjoyed the leftovers (she
made many cookies!) for a month or six weeks after Christmas. (I kid you not.)
She thought her fruitcake and cookies were beautiful – and of course they were.
I always thought, though, that they were labor-intensive and rich but rather flavorless.
I
don’t make those traditional goodies, but I admit that I miss their presence
during the holidays. I prefer to make cut-out cookies – sugar and gingerbread. When
I was young, Mother also made cut-out cookies -- uniformly rolled and baked and
again meticulously decorated. You should see mine – too thick, too thin,
overbaked, underbaked, perhaps a bit tough, and when it comes to decorating, I
use mostly white frosting, sprinkle them with colored sugar, and add some red
hots. But I like them, they taste good, and my technique leaves time for other
things. KW
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