Many parts of life are centered around family, but I think none is quite as focused on family as is the Christmas season. A year ago, I posted pictures of our kids and grandkids being pulled on sleds on one of our many grass fields that surround our home. This year there was no snow (part of me thinks that is great……but the stronger part of me wishes there was a little) so there was no sledding at Grandma and Grandpa's. But Christmas was still great with all kinds of games entertaining the family. Both of our grand-families love to play games of all kinds, and especially board games. (I have found it to be an interesting “life dynamic” at what a very short period of time it is between “taking it easy on the younger grandchildren and letting them win” to “now I cannot beat them no matter how hard I try, and they know all of the rules and strategies far better than I do.”) We also had great “new life” news as our daughter, Stacia, announced that they are expecting again, plus great “continuing life” news when the car with both daughters and 3 granddaughters slid off of the road and totaled the car, but no one was injured. Thanks be to God.
Another memorable moment was when I stopped by my Mother’s (Mary) grave for bit of reflection. Mom was a very talented artist, quilter and writer, with many of her pictures adorning the homes of several of the neighbors who had always admired her work. She wrote many poems, of which the family favorite was titled “My Nebraska, My Home”. Since it was our favorite, we had a copy of it written on her tombstone. I regret to admit that I had kind of forgotten about it, until I saw it again on the tombstone. And, I think it bears to be shared. I think that you will notice the themes of beauty and quilting and how that is all tied together in her life. I hope that you enjoy “My Nebraska, My Home”…….
Deep in the heart of our Prairie Lands
The ageless windmill reigns-
Whirling, turning, creaking, pumping,
Monarch of the plains!
‘Tis a lovely symbol of this land we love,
Transformed to “Patchwork Land”-
Each piece telling of beauty around us-
A quilt to dream of and plan!
So I took a cloud from the rosy dawn,
The gold from the noonday sun;
The violet and the blue from the evening sky,
And a prayer when each day is done.
I found the tender green of spring’s first buds-
The azure blue of the sky;
A glint of white and a clear, wild call
As snow geese wing on high!
And there’s the blue-green shimmer of fields of corn-
“Knee-high by the Fourth of July”,
And the glorious thrill of the red, white and blue,
As Old Glory passes by!
I caught a sweet breath of hay in windrow deep,
Touched by the night’s first dew;
And the clear, sweet song of the meadowlark,
A vesper when day is through.
And when the air turns crisp,
And we clap to the tune of “Dear Old Nebraska U”.
None can rival our Cornhusker Red
On a Saturday afternoon!
I gathered the bronze and the ruby red
From October’s burnished hills;
And the feathery white of the first snowfall
On my drifted windowsill!
‘Tis bordered by forests and rivers wild-
From the sandhills to Arbor Lodge;
Dotted with homes and schools and churches,
Founded on courage and faith in God.
Of these I fashioned my patchwork quilt,
Each piece chosen with special care;
‘Tis quilted with history, lest we forget-
And with faith for tomorrow, to Dream and Dare.