It's the end of 2008 and I am in a bad mood. I have a cold. My head is stuffed, my nose is red and my eyes won't stop watering. I feel like crap and am engaging in far too much self pity.
However, I have no reason to complain about the rest of 2008. It has been one of the most amazing years of my life. We welcomed a new granddaughter, Kalee Florence, to the 7 others and with bonus grandchildren, we have a bakers dozen!
We produced a wonderful CD that benefits children's charities and which brought our circle of musicians/friends together for a fun project.
I have almost completed my personal CD and will continue the quest in 2009. It's only taken two years so far but it will be worth the time spent. Again, many wonderful musicians added their magic to make my songs sound sweet.
We played music all year long and added the amazing Peg Buchanan to the Sweeneys. Her fiddle makes the rest of us sound like real musicians!
I had some wonderful "Get Outta Here's" to Louisville, Vermont, Chicago and Ann Arbor with dear friends. We have a few more prospects for the new year, as well.
We once again started work on my tiny kitchen and I can visualize the finished project (even if I may not see it for a long, long time)
I love my family and they love me. I have wonderful friends and great bandmates. What else can a person ask for? Therefore this nasty cold can't define the year I enjoyed. So have a wonderful 2009 and remember to focus on the good stuff.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Christmas Bliss
On Saturday, December 27th, I gave myself a wonderful Christmas present of three hours of studio time at Group Effort Studios in Erlanger, Kentucky. My friendly engineer, Dan Murphy, always makes me feel so confident and at ease that the studio to me is as much fun as Kings Island to others. I did nothing yesterday except give my opinion of the contributions of Tim Kelly and my husband, Jim who added some percussion. Dan Murphy had also added tracks for me, playing bass and synthetic strings on a few songs. Somehow he knew exactly what I wanted without me even saying a word. Tim added harmonica to a few songs which I would not have thought of doing and it was a neat touch. Jim brought a bodhran filled with bb's which created the sound of the ocean!
I finally came up with a title for the CD as well. It is now titled "Wander Not Lost" from a quote by Clarissisa Pinkola Estes, "...I will wander, not lost....but rather, learning."
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Christmas Music
Wow, I looked at my last blog and realized its been over a week since I've had time to write. Everyone is busy this time of year and I hope the travels have been safe and productive.
The highlight of last week was Nick's Christmas Concert at his high school. He's the handsome one second from the left in the black shirt playing upright bass. Our high school has an excellent music program and Nick has grown as a musician through their instruction. Not only is he an amazing bass player, he makes fine music on his acoustic and electric guitars, as well.
Have a wonderful holiday!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
My Grandmother Hat
Over the past weekend I had the pleasure of spending three evenings with my grand kids. My daughter and her husband had two holiday parties to attend and then on Sunday night I took the kids with me to the coffeehouse while they went to hear Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. (Great band!)
During the Isn't It a Wonder Night at the Leo Coffeehouse on Sunday, Megan, Chase and Brody sang a few times with various performers.
On Friday we hang out at their house because Chase had basketball and Megan had a dance. Jim watched Kalee & Brody while I ran to and from the school.
On Saturday night the kids all came to our house. Nick and Jim kept an eye on Kalee while Megan, Chase, Brody and I baked holiday cookies.
During the Isn't It a Wonder Night at the Leo Coffeehouse on Sunday, Megan, Chase and Brody sang a few times with various performers.
I also brought Kalee up on stage when we sang along with my friend, Tim on his song
Dudettes. Joanie, Roberta, Carol and Megan were up there, too. Being a grandmother is fun!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Isn't It a Wonder
Last night a group of artists who contributed to the Isn't It a Wonder CD performed at the Leo Coffeehouse. My friend Carol captured this shot of the finale when the audience was singing along to "With a Little Help From My Friends".
Sharon Udoh, Papa Joe, Dave Hawkins, Roberta Schultz, Tim Kelly, Greg Mahan, Greg Hansen, Joanie Whittaker, Jason Erikson and Zak Morgan performed. I was honored to also have my grandchildren, Megan Williams, Brody Buswell and Chase Williams performing as well. Even little Kalee was on stage for a song. As you can see, the kids on pillows in front were having as much fun as the grownups! That is what it is all about, sharing music from one generation to another.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
My Lumberjack Hat
When I was a young girl, my stepfather Lou and his brother older brother, Bob, would take the entire family to a Christmas tree farm during the second week of December. We’d stumble out and climb into the truck, still half asleep and try to find a warm spot to catch a few more winks. It was a good thing that mom dressed us up like miniature lumberjacks because Lou loved to drive through the countryside with the windows of the truck rolled down. Mother rarely let me wear long pants but for this trip I’d be decked out in hand-me-down corduroys from one of my brothers and at least two sweaters under my cloth coat. We wore brown jersey work gloves instead of the beautiful mittens my mother made for us. For once I was allowed to be a grubby little tomboy.
Lou would pass the time singing Christmas carols at the top of his voice not caring if we didn’t join in at such an early hour. In between songs he would puff on a Dutch Master Corona cigar which filled the cab with a smoky blue haze. I’d huddle close to mom and we’d keep each other warm.
Our convoy of trucks would drive about an hour or more from town before the sun had even risen and stop at the same nursery the Hammonds had been visiting for years. The men would then spend the day cutting hundreds of trees that they would sell to bring in additional Christmas money for the families. Brothers Lou and Bob were both employed in the family business, Hammond Tree Service, which provided tree and landscaping services to homes and companies throughout Northern Kentucky, Southern Ohio and Eastern Indiana. Just like Paul Bunyan, Lou, Bob and the older boys would take their axes into the rows of trees, picking different sizes and shapes and bring them down with just a few hard swings. It was the responsibility of the younger boys to hold the twine as the men would wrap the trees to minimize their girth and then load a large truck with as much as it could hold. Halfway through the day Mom would spread out a lunch and pour cupfuls of soup and hot cocoa from thermoses. I spent most of my time trying to stay warm and out of the way. When I was older I helped cut the lower sections of pine branches from the trees so they could be sold as roping or made into wreathes. I loved the smell and the feel of the pine and didn’t mind the sap that stuck to my gloves and clothes.
Some years the fields would be covered in snow and we’d have time to play, throwing snowballs and making a snowman while the trees were being loaded. In rainy years, we’d just huddle in the truck when we weren’t needed in the field. One year was sunny, dry and crisp with a bitter wind that whistled through the trees. The cold bit through every layer we wore and the day seemed twice as long as years before.
For our labors, each of one of the children was given a small number of trees to sell and make Christmas money. Lou would set up and sell his trees at an empty lot on Monmouth Street in downtown Newport but we kids stayed close to home, selling our trees outside a local grocery, collecting $2 to $5 per tree. Being the smallest, I wasn’t included in the tree selling until I was six. At that time I worked with the boys holding twine to earn a few trees that were considered mine. It was one of my favorite times of the year. Most years we split into two groups and were stationed outside of Murphy’s, the Irish grocery at Overton and Third Street or at Park and Third, at Wetzel’s, the German grocer. Wetzel’s was the preferred stop, being on a corner which provided more drive-by traffic. My brothers would fight over who had to take me with them but I didn’t care. It was a family tradition and I was earning my very own money! We’d come home in the evening and mom would sit us down to cups of steaming cocoa and home baked gingerbread. She loved spending time in the kitchen trying new recipes and we were eager guinea pigs for her warm treats on cold days.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Christmas Magic
My first memories of Christmas were of magic. Not just the magic of the season, but the magic my mother would conjure up to make the holiday special for us. My oldest memory goes back to Christmas Eve, 1958 when we children and bags of presents were loaded into the station wagon, ready for our drive to Newport to spend the evening with my mother’s family. We had spent the day threading popcorn on strings and making aluminum foil stars and ropes of construction paper to decorate our tree. Mother brought out her few, precious ornaments and the string of bubble lights which went on first. Her handmade tree skirt hugged the trunk of the mis-shaped pine waiting to be adorned with presents. An angel graced the top of the sweet smelling pine standing tall in its red tree stand.
When we’d arrive at Grandma’s house it was already packed with aunts and uncles, cousins and kin. The Bristow home was a “shot gun” style house meaning there were three rooms in a row on each level with no doors between them. Therefore the sounds from each room spilled out into the others.
Aunt Juanita, Grandma and Aunt Sheila would have spent the day preparing dinner and my mother would join them, laden with cookies and cakes. The family would then eat in shifts, first the older adults in the dining room with the younger adults taking seats as they vacated. We children were set up at the table in Grandma’s big kitchen in the back of the house. I clearly recall sitting on large metal pans to get us higher and closer to the table. The bottom of the pan would be terribly cold on my skinny legs. My cousins, my brothers and I would be scooted in close to each other and we’d attempt to eat our dinner even though the anticipation of presents made each bite difficult to finish. The younger adults sipped on eggnog and smoked as they waited their turn to eat turkey, ham and all the fixings.
After we had finished our dinner the children would huddle close to the TV and sat as quiet as we could, watching a Christmas program as the grownups would finish their coffee and cigarettes, talking and laughing. Television was still quite new to us and it kept us entertained until time to open presents. My cousins, Barb and Carlene, were close in age so we girls knew that the gifts from our aunts and grandparents would be identical. Same for the boys, only sizes and colors to differentiate. Aunt Juanita was one for petticoats and underwear and Aunt Barb usually bought pajamas in soft flannel, one pink, one blue and one yellow. Grandma would have had our mothers pick up pretty dresses for us to wear to church on Christmas morning.
After presents were opened and the wrapping paper gathered up we kids would wander the house, grabbing a piece of brittle or candy ribbon to enjoy. Grandpa would sit in the kitchen sipping his Hudepohl beer and giving us kids a quarter if we gave him a “sugar”. His kiss was more of an opportunity for him to scratch our little faces with his beard stubble and then laugh with us as we’d giggle. He’d slip the quarter in our hand and tell each of us not to let anyone else know, as if we were his favorite and the only one to be given such a grand sum.
Later in the evening when things had settled a bit, we’d have cake and homemade fudge for dessert. We had no pies at Grandma’s. No pies had been baked in her house since 1951 when Uncle Bennie had died in the war. Grandma had packed pies as carefully as possible and shipped them off to Korea for her dear and only son, Pvt. 1st Class Benjamin Bristow, who bragged on her pies. His photograph, proud and handsome in his Army uniform, looked down at us while we gathered at their home.
After a night of family gathering there was still more magic to be had. Shortly after midnight we would return home to tree standing proud over smartly wrapped gifts, spilling out into the middle of the room. Santa had come while we had been in Newport, just as mother had promised! Our bare little tree was covered with more ornaments, our stockings were filled and dozens of perfectly wrapped presents covered the living room floor. Santa had even eaten the cookies and sipped the eggnog we had left by the window. We had no fireplace so we were thrilled to see his footsteps outside that very same window, left slightly cracked open in his hasty retreat.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Busy Days
I can hardly believe its been a week since I was able to post a blog. That just shows how busy life has become for everyone. We had a lovely, but quiet, Thanksgiving. My daughter and her family were in Vermont so it was just the three of us. When Chandra, Justin and the kids returned, we got together on Sunday night for turkey leftovers. We missed the Leo Coffeehouse but wouldn't have missed having a house full of kids and grandkids.
When we weren't cooking, we were working on the kitchen and the upstairs closet. We discovered a hole in our roof last winter and had a new roof put on. However, the hole became much bigger when the roofers were walking above it. Luckily no one fell through when a four foot section collapsed into my bedroom closet. It was repaired and covered on the outside but the inside needed to be complete. With cold weather approaching, Jim chiseled out the ancient drywall and made room for insulation. It's now quite toasty and we won't lose heat through the roof.
The kitchen continues to improve. I have all of the wall cabinets on the sink/stove wall and next we will install the base cabinets. We still have to add door handles but we'll wait until all of the cabinets are in and finish them together. After the base cabinets are in I can finally add my new countertop!
We did a tiny bit of shopping but not Black Friday craziness. I am making gifts and we will just include a gift card for the grandkids. With eight of our own plus a few bonus grandkids, shopping for them all would be overwhelming. Instead they will get a homemade gift from Mimi & Poppi and money they can spend however they please. I made the gifts for two reasons: first so they would actually have something to open on Christmas and not just have money stuck in their hands and secondly, so they will have something tangible to remind them how much they are loved.
Last night Chandra and I attended the first of three holiday concerts. Megan sang with the Junior High Chorus. She looked, and sounded, lovely.
When we weren't cooking, we were working on the kitchen and the upstairs closet. We discovered a hole in our roof last winter and had a new roof put on. However, the hole became much bigger when the roofers were walking above it. Luckily no one fell through when a four foot section collapsed into my bedroom closet. It was repaired and covered on the outside but the inside needed to be complete. With cold weather approaching, Jim chiseled out the ancient drywall and made room for insulation. It's now quite toasty and we won't lose heat through the roof.
The kitchen continues to improve. I have all of the wall cabinets on the sink/stove wall and next we will install the base cabinets. We still have to add door handles but we'll wait until all of the cabinets are in and finish them together. After the base cabinets are in I can finally add my new countertop!
We did a tiny bit of shopping but not Black Friday craziness. I am making gifts and we will just include a gift card for the grandkids. With eight of our own plus a few bonus grandkids, shopping for them all would be overwhelming. Instead they will get a homemade gift from Mimi & Poppi and money they can spend however they please. I made the gifts for two reasons: first so they would actually have something to open on Christmas and not just have money stuck in their hands and secondly, so they will have something tangible to remind them how much they are loved.
Last night Chandra and I attended the first of three holiday concerts. Megan sang with the Junior High Chorus. She looked, and sounded, lovely.
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