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Christmas Traditions Remembered

Editor’s note: In a year when families will not gather in our homes, perhaps celebrating instead by phone or online, I thought it might be somewhat uplifting to remind others of the great times we enjoyed in years past.  Those were the opportunities when we could hug, hold hands, and celebrate the blessing of togetherness…opportunities many will miss this year, including Helen and me. The post below is one that I shared with readers four years ago. I felt it worthy of a rerun.

What child is this?

“And the angel answered and said unto her, The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God.” 1 Luke: 35

When our two boys were very young, we had a handmade wall hanging on with a Christmas tree sewn onto the fabric.  The Christmas tree had 24 pockets containing a symbol of the Christmas season, such as a star or a small elf that could be pulled from a pocket and pinned to the tree. Every year on the first day of December, the tree came out of storage, and our boys fought over who would get to pull the first surprise from that day’s pocket. They alternated every day after that, and neither boy would dare miss a turn on his day as the designated “puller.”  It was a delight to witness the fun.  

Christmas Tree with pockets

Some of the most cherished aspects of the Christmas season are the traditions, which seem to begin as simple events, repeated a second time, then enhanced and repeated once more.  In a relatively short number of years, an event created to entertain or amuse or pass some time until we exchanged gifts or enjoyed a meal becomes a treasured tradition.

One year someone in my wife’s family gave everyone a well-intentioned gift of some packaged baked biscuits that were so hard they were inedible. Most of the family members politely thanked the giver and then quietly sent the gift out with the spent wrapping paper. Unnoticed was one member of the family who saved his package of biscuits. The next year he rewrapped them and placed them under the tree at the family gathering to be opened by a clueless in-law. We howled with laughter when the recipient removed the wrapping and began a new tradition. For years after that, some unsuspecting family member received that same rock-hard package of biscuits as it passed from one person to another. This tradition ended when someone sent the biscuits to my son, serving with the Army in Kosovo. Legend has it that a very grateful goat enjoyed them on Christmas morning.

Carols at Christmas

However, the one tradition that I remember most fondly began with my mother-in-law, a devoted Christian and probably one of the most joyful people I have ever known. Every year as the family gathered to celebrate Christmas, “Grandmother La-La” would assemble all her grandchildren around the Christmas tree. Before a piece of candy was eaten, or a stocking emptied, or even a pigtail pulled, she would have them sing “Happy Birthday” to Jesus as she held their tiny hands and joyfully smiled at her flock as only a proud grandmother can. She would then thoughtfully and thoroughly explain to the little ones (and remind the rest of us) that the birth of Jesus, the Son of God, was the real reason for the season.

Over the years, our family created some new traditions and discarded a few as well, but I always felt that a birthday song for our new-born Savior was one of the most sincere and loving ways to teach our children the true meaning of Christmas. Now that we are scattered far and wide at this time of the year, it is difficult to repeat this tradition, but it is one that I’m certain they still remember.

Born in Bethlehem

Happy Birthday, Jesus. Traditions come and go, but, in 2021, may we remind ourselves daily that you are God’s great gift to all of us.

If anyone has a favorite tradition for the Christmas season, please share it with us in the comments below. Until next time, Helen and I send best wishes for a blessed and very Merry Christmas to everyone. Thanks to you all for Easin’ Along with us.

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2020 – A Year in Pictures (And a Mask)

Masked up at the Antler Arch – Jackson Hole, WY

What a year this has been! For Helen and me, 2020 falls somewhere in the range between blessed and challenging. We had the challenge of not having the opportunity to share time with family and friends. We miss sharing time with my Mom, who is doing well, especially for someone at the age of 92. Still, she remains strictly quarantined in her retirement home.  The care and attention she receives are exceptional, but there are no hugs, and time for visits is divided among all of the other residents. A vaccine can’t come fast enough.

When the year began, COVID-19 was only a rumor about a disease spreading somewhere in China. Little did we know what was to come when we left for Florida on January 1st. We ignored the stories and had a splendid time with my sister and brother-in-law camping in lake Kissimmee before working our way to Key West, where the food was fantastic, and the weather was even better. We arrived home a month or so later, tanned and rested. The rumors of a disease with no cure persisted and grew stronger.

Mallory Square, Key West, FL

In March, Helen and I planned a trip, leaving in April, for California to deliver a small trailer to our son. We booked all of the reservations, stocked the trailer with food and other necessities, including a few surprises for the grandchildren. Within a week of the departure date, campground operators began calling to cancel our reservations.  A few held out hope but gave no guarantees of being open when we arrived. We had no option but to cancel the trip, and the rumor became real.

By mid-May, we were familiar with this disease’s risks and felt that we could manage a trip to deliver the trailer if we remained cautious.  By then, cabin fever had set in, and two RVs sat in storage, unused. Around that time, our son in Charleston called and offered to tow the small trailer as far as Jackson Hole, Wyoming, if our son in California could meet us there and pull it the rest of the way.  Suddenly a family vacation fell into place.  We accepted the risks, masked up, and moved out.

Happy Campers

The trip required some last-minute scheduling, but we managed to secure enough campsites for the family convoy to Wyoming and enough for Helen and me to continue for a delightful journey to the Oregon and California coast. We encountered plenty of challenges and disappointments along the way.  Canada shut the doors on our planned week in Banff, and half of Glacier National Park closed as well. Nevertheless, the vast majority of the experience was splendid and proved worthy of the risk. Campground operators have gone above and beyond the procedures necessary to keep their visitors safe. We made it home in September with some great memories and just a few pictures.

Grand Teton Mountains – Jackson, WY

We planned a trip to Edisto Beach, SC, well over a year ago for three weeks of pure vacation. By now, we were comfortable traveling and accustomed to the precautions necessary to stay out of harm’s way.  Fortunately, the overwhelming majority of other travelers are just as cautious as us.  On the road and in campgrounds, we see very few without masks or ignoring social distance restrictions. We reserved a large campsite in Edisto and moved to and from the beach freely. Just like our trip to the northwest, we cooked in, stayed close to our trailer, and shopped only when necessary. Edisto is always fun, beautiful, and peaceful.

We’re home now and planning a month-long trip to Florida beginning in mid-January. Hopefully, we will have at least one dose of a vaccine by then, as will every citizen who wants one. We’re looking forward to Florida as well as another journey west to visit the places closed to us in 2020. As always, we want you to join us for every mile.

Despite the challenges, 2020 was a joyful year for Easin’ Along. We’re very blessed…and so very grateful.

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Here Come the Sun–And It’s An Event

Little darling, the smile’s returning to their faces

Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun, do, dun, do, do

Here comes the sun, and I say

It’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

My thanks to the Beatles.

Smiles are hard to come by this year, but when they arrive, it’s an event.  Events at Edisto Beach are hard to come by also. Helen and I have enjoyed thoroughly our leisurely vacation these two weeks. We’ve read books, ridden our bikes, walked in the surf, and Helen finished one jigsaw puzzle, and started another. 

I don’t have the patience to sit and work a jigsaw puzzle, and I had biked to the end of the island and back several times.  I did not find any shark’s teeth this trip, and the fish were not biting. Therefore, I decided that the time had come to create a little excitement. We needed an event to stir the air.  I decided that I would organize a real crowd pleaser…read on.

Upon checking the weather charts and the tide tables, I learned that the sun would rise the next morning at 6:55 am during the outgoing tide. The sky would have only a few clouds; the winds should average less than five mph. With near-perfect conditions in the offing, I created and organized an event called “Sunrise!” Now, with all of the elements in place, I’ll take you through the event as it happened.

A lonely loon was the first to arrive and began collecting tickets for the event.

A lonely loon collects tickets

Drone surveillance commenced above the stadium.

Drone surveillance

The crowd entered and began finding their seats in the stands.

The crowd assembles

The media assembled along press row.

The media is ready along press row

A sentry stood at rigid attention as the flotilla arrived.

A lone sentry awaits the Naval flotilla

A flyover by Air Force jets signaled that the event was about to begin.

An Air Force flyover signals the beginning of the event

The curtain parts slowly. A guitar lightly strums “Here Comes the Sun

The curtain parts slowly

The orchestra joins in – the crowd sings along…”Sun, Sun, Sun, Here it comes

“Sun, Sun, Sun, Here it comes…

Let the Show Begin!

Let the show begin

“Wow! Get the Coppertone–It’s gonna be big!”

Wow! Get out the Coppertone!

Show over–Here comes the Parade.

Here comes the parade!

Thanks to all who participated and to all who attended.  The media reports that the masses are calling for this to become a tradition.

I’m Easin’ Along now, trying to catch the tail of the Parade. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend!