Yesterday I found myself wandering through our little town Walmart...Oh. My. Heart. I love it there. Memories of yesteryear are there. My little girls were very small, my friend was their piano teacher who has gone to be with the Lord. My friend was a dear friend who had landed from the city in smalltown years before, she had looked like Greer Garson in her younger day in the 40s, she loved the Lord and I loved her.
I would wonder the aisles back then...It's a tiny little Walmart and there have been recent times I'll hear a very sweet but astounded suburban woman with an artificial Christmas tree in tow in whispered voice wide-eyed...This Walmart is so tiny! I smile back knowingly.
Yes, that is what is so wonderful about it. It's pretty close to wandering the aisles of an old five and dime store, it has that most wonderful smell to it...It has the old heater and air conditioning system coming on and blowing that most wonderful airy sound vibe into the air if you hear it... You must hear it though. You must *hear* it. You must see the sights there. You must feel it.
Among the goodies there are the people. The people who work there have worked there for years. In fact they have worked there before my youngest was born. I know them decently well, they'll ask one of my daughters where I've been if they haven't seen me in a while...Oh Mom? she's fine. Her and my dad have been going to USO town and stopping by that Walmart. (I'm sure that's almost like a mortal sin to these folks and they are probably praying for their wayward sister). *big toothy smile* I've made skirts and a tote before and drawn a fashion illustration I framed simply with a God loves you written on the back for one of the checker's grand-daughter as she didn't have a mother and needed some feminine influence.
Well yesterday I was back in a most glorious way. Conversations with a worker, on my maxi skirt I was wearing I had sewn, made with 'A Day at the Museum" fabric. I gave her some tips on sewing. Just listening to a workman and his wife in the Christmas department...I later hear him say...They have a lot of Christmas s*it. Oh my, but it tickled me, he was just being honest in his own funny little way. ...I also am pretty sure I saw two neighborhood forest ladies at the store but not sure, we all smiled but none of us were sure. It's kind of funny where I live...We know each other but we don't. Usually we see each other from a distance, either they are taking a walk or we see each other through a car window driving down these roads, we all live in the forest on property and like our quiet, we have all kinds of folk, quite a few police, a geologist...a U.S. Army General...all kinds of people and stay at home moms. Yep, I admit it really should be better than that as far as knowing each other but. I digress. It's a great area to live and a privilege and Gift from God. In the burbs I knew the faces but the faces would usually take a quick turn because most of those folk were too busy to talk or even smile at all.
On to positivity here...The small town people are the salt of the earth many times. They are my angels and it seems as if many times God sends these most wonderful people my way on the most needed days ever! These people are the best fellowship ever, the best sermon ever. I'm still building memories right here in small town. I'm back to the forest, been back for over ten years and it feels good. Pity those who haven't tasted that nectar of the simple life and the most wonderful John Does. You can even live here in the forest or any other sweet place but still not appreciate the beauty of smalltown and John Doe. It's got to be in our hearts. If we can just lay down labels and talk with each other we can see. *See*. The beauty in one another. There are far too many judgy armchair psychiatrists out there and far too many insecure people who behave as bipolar nutcakes, far too many ungrateful and plain rude people to not *see* beauty in the folk that may be right under our very noses! I guarantee you there are people trying to analyze what I just wrote at this very second! *smiling away!* (It really is funny on people) Oh dear me.....
I hope you enjoy the movie above. Meet John Doe (1941) Directed by Frank Capra, the same Frank Capra from the same village in Sicily at the same time my Grandpa lived there. My Italian family name is mentioned in one of the Capra biographies. Yes indeedie.
The first time I saw this movie was the night I came home from the birth center in '93 with our little baby girl, our youngest..
Oh please enjoy the movie, and you will see wonderful life lessons on the materialism and how it can sneak in, and even a beautiful reminder of what Christ did for us over 2000 years ago as Barbara Stanwyck's character relays... Oh you must all see this movie! Wonderful actors, Gary Cooper, Barbara Stanwyck and what is there not to love about Walter Brennan?
Enjoy friends. Enjoy. When you're out, notice everything. Everything. The sounds, the smells...The look on a child's face and even just enjoying the face of a child....Everything. Let that child remember your face that is kindly smiling to them. They'll remember it. ....I can almost guarantee.
Life is a Gift. Live the Life. Remember what Christmas is all about...Jesus is that Life born in that stable on that holy night.
Love, Amelia
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Liesl, one day this past week, I think this is such a pretty photo of Liesl just enjoying life. She is truly a big colossal wonderful angel in our lives. Many times I affectionately call her My Angel Girl as she lay her head on my lap in the evenings...

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I always think of my dad on these holidays. I hear the aviators rumbling above our home, and I think of my dad flying. I miss you Daddy. He was a sensitive, smart and amazing man. He could be a character too and caused me a few tears but we loved him no matter what.
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Peanut and Liesl....We didn't do anything mommy...
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Gracie our large Black Mouth Curr Hound laying next to the little box where little Peanut lay. You see....Gracie used to think she was his mommy...She really did, she thought he was her little baby too.
The little box where little Peanut lay.
I made this little marker and flower arrangement for his little burial place.
. Two of his favorite toys of late. He would pounce up on the couch with the squeaky ball...He would get little stuffed animals and run and squeak the little squeaker shaking it something mighty.
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Tis me in the good ol' summer time sitting across from my hubs, Jem... Hair pulled back sun glasses are my friend, wearing one of my favorite lawn cotton blouses I make. I love the color, navy.
Navy lawn cotton from Fashion Fabrics Club, top, a tweaked Simplicity pattern #1690 I made a slight v-neck altering the width of the neckline simply, lengthened to tunic length and made the sleeves a bit more kimono, so it's more flattering. The belt is my own pattern.