I receive many gifts from many people from different places. I must say I love them all. I so enjoy them and cherish them.
But there is always something so special about the homemade gifts I receive. Maybe it’s nostalgia, retro or knowing and understanding just how much time and resources have gone into this kind of gift.
Recently, Jersey, one of the partners of вЂњJerseyвЂ“n-NeedlesвЂќ featured on The Daily Lily (see Jersey Bio), gave me a beautiful bronze homemade (knit) scarf. It was so beautiful, fluffy and just the right color and size that I wanted lots more. Maybe a little selfish, yes! Maybe just pure joy and childlike delight, hopefully!
Thanksgiving вЂ?05 I had an opportunity to visit with вЂњJersey-n-NeedlesвЂќ in a hospital where they work and my sister Rachel, a nurse, had worked and died of cancer there. My Mother died of cancer there, also. I have visited many family members and friends over the years in this hospital. It is refreshing to the soul to have вЂњLaugh TherapyвЂќ operating from there.
As they вЂ?worked and I playedвЂ™, I was just going on and on about things I loved from my past. Needles (see Bio) reached behind her desk and gave me pecans in the shell that her Twin Boys had spent their Thanksgiving Day at Grandma and GrandpaвЂ™s picking up from under the tree. How I remember those days from my MotherвЂ™s yard.
Peggy, another nurse and lily on duty, had purchased a black iron skillet and had seasoned it and made it ready for a gift for Needles. She just decided that I could have it, giving me a happy memory of my MotherвЂ™s cooking. Nostalgia and love from a team at its best. Peggy didnвЂ™t know that I would need to bring her home with me for my lack of culinary skill or either hang the skillet on the wall for memories. Needles also shared her left-over lunch, a bowl of home cooked green collards, with me.
I was overcome with acute nostalgia for homemade foods and other gift items, like dolls, monkey socks, and other items that ring in one’s head especially around the holidays. So I chatted on with my joy of discovering that there are young beautiful lilies all around budding, blossoming and blooming (I did a teaching for The Rose of Sharon, вЂњBudding, Blossoming and BloomingвЂќ, which brought back another memory) with the joys of yesterday and today and tomorrow.
With only a few weeks from Thanksgiving and Christmas about a week away I found a shipped box with my name on it at my front door. It was wrapped so lovingly and as I opened it I found an exquisite gold box labeled from вЂњJerseyвЂ™s KitchenвЂќ. The Magic of Christmas hit my head and sugarplums really danced in my head. I opened the latches and to my surprise an assortment of cookies of all shapes and sizes when, what to my wondering mind should appear, eat eat before Gary appears!!!
Then I received a telephone call from another Lily, Rena, (see her bio) on The Daily Lily. She was leaving her teaching and headed to her hobby of making a box of surprises. She just had to tell me about the surprise she found, a pair of socks in a kit, and she was scurrying home to put it together to give to a friend that is still a child at heart. I’m guessing it will be me of course!
My husband, Gary, (see bio) just really learning to cook, has contributed to my nostalgia as he is now spending hours cooking and baking to bring memories, love and joy to our home as well. He just made us spicy beef, potatoes and capsicum stew, chili, chocolate and pumpkin pies and all very good.
My sons keep the phones hot with Santa riddles just wondering what they will see when Santa arrives on Christmas morn. It is still toys!
We are waiting to hear from all of you as you share with us Christmas Memories triggered by our networking here at The Daily Lily.