Wednesday, January 27, 2010

"Feed My Sheep" (Will that be Neeps, Tatties, or just plain Tacos?)

We've all heard the phrase, "Be careful what you ask for." I smiled when that saying came to my mind yesterday. Let me explain.

I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (affectionately referred to as the Mormons). In our Church (as in many others), we have full-time missionaries, who serve at their own expense for usually two years, to assist us in our efforts to share with our friends and neighbors the good news of the gospel. To help them and us in that effort, we sometimes have them into our homes for a meal and to share a lesson with friends, neighbors, or family members who are interested in hearing a message of hope in a troubled world. I recently signed up on "The Missionary Calendar" to feed the two Elders (young men ages 19-21) who are assigned to our Ward (congregation). This evening was to be the dinner.

It occurred to me that it would be nice to fix THEIR favorite dishes instead of my family's for this occasion, so I asked them to share their Moms' email addresses with me a little over a week ago. I told them I wasn't going to tell them why I wanted the email addresses, but that they would know before the month was over.

I heard from Elder Phillips' Mother but had not heard from Elder Simakov's Mother, so I went ahead and planned the menu and did the shopping. The menu couldn't have been simpler: Soft-shelled tacos; refried beans; lime jello salad with cream cheese (I guess it's true what they say about Mormons and lime jello :); and chocolate ice cream. Elder Phillips has a non-diabetic, sugar allergy so the ideas really helped.

What was also very fun was that his Mom said they are of Scottish descent and this week is Scottish Heritage Week. Many families in his home state celebrate with "Burns Night Suppers," in honor of Scottish poet Robert Burns. She suggested I ask him to speak a little Scottish Gaelic for us, and also ask him if he knows what "Neeps" and "Tatties" are, and maybe share a Scottish poem.

Being of Scottish descent myself (on my Mother's line), my interest was peaked! I now know that "Neeps" are turnips, and "Tatties" are mashed potatoes. I even found a very fun little Irish prayer that I thought we could read as a "choral reading" before the blessing on the food:

A Grace Before Dinner
O thou who kindly dost provide
For every creature's want!
We bless Thee, God of Nature wide,
For all Thy goodness lent:
And if it please Thee, Heavenly Guide,
May never worse be sent;
But, whether granted, or denied,
Lord, bless us with content. Amen!
by Robert Burns

I was not familiar with the above poem by Burns, but smiled when I came upon another more familiar one entitled "Comin’ Thro the Rye."

Taking all these things into consideration, I planned our own version of a Burn's Night Supper. I made the salad yesterday and was well on my way to preparing the rest of the dinner when I learned that, due to the ice and snow storm that is slated to move into our area late tonight, the "powers that be" decided it would be safer to go ahead and make the transfer of missionaries this evening before the storm hit. (One is moving to another part of our City and another is headed to OK, while two others are coming here.) So, I said I would prepare for the four of them instead and deliver it to their apartment as there was no time they could pin down to come here. (This was actually a good thing, I guess, since our granddaughter came down with strept last night. We kept her today and I took her to the doctor this morning. Her daddy came and spent time with her this evening but she's safely ensconced so she doesn't have to get out in the storm, and because she'll have to miss school tomorrow. I wouldn't want to expose the Elders!)

I wanted to blog about the fun little bit I learned about our Scottish heritage, but also wanted to address the "be careful what you ask for part."

I did hear from Elder Simakov's Mom yesterday. She had been busy and had just got around to checking her email. Understandable. I told I had already planned the menu but would have another dinner soon and prepare her son's faves. She sent several yummy recipes but I truly had to smile. First, I need to explain that she is Russian and has been in the U.S. "3.5 years and proud of it." The first recipe she sent me was for the following:
Herring Under Fur Coat or Seledka pod Shuboj (Herring Salad)
She suggested I might want to ask for help inasmuch as it would take me about an hour to fillet/bone the herring.

This recipe consists of beautiful and multiple layers of fish and vegetables and sauces, mounded and "frosted" with the sauce that is vibrant reddish from the beet juice. (For the not-so-faint-of-heart, check out this site:
http://www.enjoyyourcooking.com/salads/herring-under-fur-coat-herring-salad.html)
I really do think it would be fun to try sometime, but would need more than a moment's notice to plan and prepare. I think I shall pass the recipes shared by this neat Russian woman along to the Ward where Elder S. is moving. Who knows? Perhaps there's an adventurous cook there who will be willing to tackle them.

Bon Appetit!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Oh, to be Ten, Again!

A greater than usual number of "No-public-school"days has provided some fun opportunities to spend time with our grandchildren, as mentioned in a prior blog. Yesterday was another such day. With schools closed for Martin Luther King holiday, the grandchildren spent yesterday pursuing other interests. Gingersnap was with friends; Reed attended a day program sponsored by the Park Board; and Nana (that would be me) got to spend the day with Miss Ky and Megan, Ky's "BFF" (that would be "Best Friend Forever," as verified by the split-heart necklaces they both wear).

Ky has been asking for some time if I would try to find a time to take her to Casper's, a funky chili restaurant owned by Ky's homeroom teacher's mother. Ky's Daddy is a Casper's fan and has also talked a lot about it. Challenge is that Casper's is open only for lunch and only Mondays-Fridays. Yesterday provided the perfect opportunity, so we headed out for an adventure. I had been there before but it was a first both both girls and they were not disappointed. They declared Casper's to be "the tiniest and craziest restaurant we've ever eaten at!"

The decor (if you can call it that) is nothing short of far-out, and I had to laugh at Ky's question when the chili and root beer were delivered. The chili was overflowing the cup and running onto the plate beneath. So, Ky asked her Nana (who is usually trying not to run things over or to wipe up excess food on the plate, "Nana, is it supposed to be like that?" I laughed and said, "Yes, here, it is!"

As you can see from the picture, Casper's is nothing short of a kwanset hut. Amazingly, one will almost always find every seat full and a line waiting for someone else to leave so they can have a space. I don't frankly find the menu all that appealing, but the flying mermaids, the large-lipped flying fish, and the "way-out" restroom, with "coconut-shell monkeys staring at you" (per Miss Ky) is just too fun to pass up. I took pictures and then printed them out when we returned out so the girls could do a scrapbook page to commemorate the event. (And they had a picture taken with their teacher's mother to share with their teacher.)

Steve picked Reed up from school and took him for ice cream and then played Old Maid with him while I fixed dinner. The three of us joined for another game of Old Maid before it was time for Reed to go. He is good at beating us at a number of games, although he lost at Old Maid last night. Sara said, "He's like his Daddy; rather competitive and doesn't like to lose." She added that she's trying to teach him to be a good loser as well as a good winner. We assured her that he was, indeed, a good sport about losing. The final time he lost, he laughed and tossed the Old Maid card into the air.

It's true that we spend a lot of time--and expend considerable energy!--with our grandchildren, but I have a feeling these good times will be gone and our grandchildren grown long before we're ready for them to be.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Talents and Gifts

It was my privilege to teach the Relief Society lesson this past Sunday on "Our Heavenly Family." What a wonderful reminder of the Divine Nature that each of us possesses. I was touched as class members shared their responses to my question, "What talents were you blessed with that you have used to bless the lives of others, and what talents have others used to bless your life."

Of course, we know that charity is the pure love of Christ, and that charity is based in service; service rendered in terms of actual deeds performed as well as in a generosity of spirit as we pray for, nurture, and set good examples for one another. I am so thankful for the many in my life (both male and female, although I focused this week on the women) who are such great examples to me. Those would include women in my family (my Mother was the most amazing woman, and I have sisters who are awesome, along with cousins, and dear, dear friends!) Sometimes, women we know only by reputation or from a distance provide for us tremendous examples of faith and perseverence, from the women in the scriptures to women who serve in public office or write inspirational books for our edification. These women--not those behind the glamorous faces on the Hollywood magazines--are the role models worthy of emulation. It is these women who remind me of the blessing it is to be "A Mother in Zion."

I carried on my "Aloha-tradition" and shared cookies during my lesson. I've been asked for the recipes, so I will share them here. NOTE: I must give credit to One far greater than I for creating the roses and tulips, but my kids brought them for my birthday and they were too beautiful not to add as props. :)

Pineapple Cookies with Pineapple Glaze
(Recipe makes about 3 dozen, depending of course on how large you make them.)

1 (8-ounce) can crushed pineapple
1/2 cup Crisco or butter
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
1-1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1-1/2 cups confectioners' sugar

Drain pineapple, reserving 3 tablespoons juice for frosting. In a mixing bowl, cream shortening and brown sugar. Add egg; mix well. Add drained pineapple and vanilla; mix well. Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt; stir into the creamed mixture. Drop by tablespoonfuls 2 in. apart onto greased baking sheets. Bake at 325° for 17-20 minutes or until golden. Immediately remove from baking sheets to cool on wire racks.

Frosting:
In a small bowl, combine powdered sugar with enough of the reserved pineapple juice to achieve a smooth spreading consistency. If you ice while the cookies are warm, it will form a glaze, or you can wait until the cookies have cooled for more of a frosting.

Carrot Cookies
¾ cup shortening (I used ½ cup butter and ¼ cup Crisco)
1 cup granulated sugar
1 egg, beaten
1 cup cooked carrots, mashed
2 cups all-purpose flour
½ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup nuts (I omitted the nuts inasmuch as some cannot have them)

Cream shortening (and/or butter) and sugar. Add egg and carrots. Sift dry ingredients together and then add to creamed mixture. Add vanilla, and nuts, if desired. Drop by spoonful onto cookies sheet and bake for 10-12 minutes (until “set) at 350 degrees.

Icing
1 cup powered sugar
3 tablespoons Orange Juice
Rind of 1 orange, finely grated

Ice cookies while warm
Makes about 3 dozen, depending of course upon how large you make them. ENJOY!

Along with loving to teach the Relief Society lessons and interact with these amazing women, I love the Visiting Teaching program and the opportunity to meet new sisters. I'm always torn because I love to continue visiting the women who have been on my route, but I also know from experience what fun it will be to become better acquainted with someone new. With the new year, I was given a new friend to visit with, as well as a new friend on our list (a young mother I've desired to get to know better).

When I was in WY in December, my sister Jan (who was recently called as the Education Counselor in R.S.) taught her first lesson. It was amazing! And she made some wonderful handouts (based on President Monson's "Warm-Fuzzy" Conference talk) that she found on visitingteaching.net. That was my first introduction to this great site; another example of someone willing to provide a service that greatly blesses others. I found a wonderful 2010 calendar on this site, as well as the cutest cards designed to provide contact information to those new to one's route. I printed them out, laminated them, and added magnets to the contact cards for easy posting. Everyone loved the calendars and the cards!

Inasmuch as the theme for January was Self-Reliance, it provided a wonderful opportunity to share a few things that will go perfectly into a "72-hour emergency kit." I had already picked up some fun microplush throws in a bright turquoise, and when our Ward's featured items were waterproof matches, flashlights (or lighting sources), and candles, I was able to find the cutest "smiley-faced" LED lights for $1!

Friday, January 8, 2010

Grandberries--The Best Anti-Aging Medicine Ever!

If you are a grandparent, I needn't explain to you that there's simply nothing like grandchildren to keep you young. They add an element of F-U-N to every holiday (well, EVERY DAY!) that seems to be lacking when adults-only are present. Because Gingersnap (Britt) and I were both under the weather this Christmas, we had an enjoyable Christmas but I didn't get many good pictures of the grandchildren. I did have a couple of other occasions recently to take some pictures, however, and wanted to share them on our family blog.


Britany sings with an all-girls high school choir called Bell Canto (Italian for "beautiful singing"). I had the opportunity to hear them sing (and to take some fun pictures) when they performed recently at the Battlefield Mall. I thought the picture of Brit and two of her close friends was very cute and, in fact, we picked up some cute "FRIENDS" photo frames and Brit gave each of them a picture of the threesome for Christmas.

A look out our back door might help to explain why Papa and Nana had the pleasure of spending today with Reeders and Miss Ky. This much snow and windchills of -13 degrees are atypical for Springfield. The City does not have a lot of snow removal equipment, and temperatures this low can also mean power outages. Thus, the public schools (and more than 270 other schools in the region) were closed yesterday and today.

Reed and Ky spent the morning playing Wii. I sweated for 45 minutes on the Schwinn Airdyne while I watched them "sword fight" one another, bowl, and frantically paddle their canoes in an effort to return the "cute" lost ducklings to their grateful mother. Isn't technology great?!! Now, if I could just find a program that would do my exercise for me (with the same or better results, of course!). Hmmmm.....
Ky and Reed wanted Stromboli for lunch so I told them to wash their hands and prepare to make it. They didn't have to be asked twice!

When the Stromboli was finished, they didn't have any trouble talking Papa into joining them for lunch.

I have two hours before my date-night movie with my hubby, and my office is still a disaster. But you know what? I'll bet it will still be here tomorrow, and the grandberries won't be. I think I made a good choice, don't you?

Playing Catch-up

I knew I would be spending the first two weeks in December in WY, and had planned pretty well for that, so it was not hard to finish last-minute details for Christmas when I returned. What I had not counted on was having to take my turn entertaining a respiratory bug when I got back. That put a bit of a monkey wrench in the works. I'm thankful that I'm feeling well now and am trying to catch up on a few things. Holiday decorations are finally put away and, with the exception of my office, the house in in good shape. My office is a bit of a disaster but it's coming along.

Sometimes one has to make a mess to get organized and I'm in that reorganizing stage. That's the down side. The up side is that I'm reorganizing in an effort to make more efficient use of my space to accommodate a new hobby: scrapbooking.

Writing our family history and scrapbooking for our grandchildren has been on my list ever since I became a grandparent (well, maybe a parent!), but with working full time, and with family and church responsibilities, it simply wasn't in the mix. I made it a goal for 2010, and got off to a great start when, on New Year's Eve (no less!), Miss Ky and I completed THREE scrapbook pages, one for each grandchild. She designed her own page and completed it with just a little help from me, and I made a page for Britt and one for Reed.

Santa (bless him!) brought me a Cri-Cut Expression for Christmas and I was determined to learn to use it as quickly as possible. Our first little project was "BOO!" which Ky used on her first scrapbook page.

Ky wanted the word "BOO!" to match the BOO! on the Halloween dress I had bought for her when she was four. She wanted to cut it out of "candy corn" paper, and I ended up using the insides of her Os for the "photo corners" on Reed's Halloween-themed page.


The scrapbook page I did for Britt was based on photos from her first Smith Family Reunion which she attended in 2007, in Island Park Idaho. Because Britt was "adopted" into our family rather than born into our family, this was her first exposure to just how big our family actually is. Britt had met her Grandpa and Grandma Smith and her Aunts (Donna, Jan, and Lynda) at her parents' wedding--and she adored them--but she learned that they were but a "drop in the bucket" as far as numbers go.

We had so much fun scrapbooking that we're committed to just keep on goin'.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

O' Tannenbaum, O' Tannenbaum

Because I spent the first two weeks of December in Wyoming, most of the decorating for the holidays was done prior to my departure. I knew I would enjoy my time away IF I were close enough to being ready for Christmas that I could easily finish up when I returned; otherwise, I would stress over the entire time I was gone. I had decorated a small tree for the upstairs hearth area, and a second small one for the front entry near the grandchildren's bedroom. We saved the big tree, which we set up in the downstairs family room, for my return.

The day after I got home, Steve and I set up the big artificial tree, complete with the lights, and then Britt and Ky came and helped me decorate it that evening. I think we've begun a new tradition! Not only was it much more fun to have them help me but it went so much faster than when I do it myself. (It takes forever to hang "three zillion" icicyles!) Working with my granddaughters to decorate the tree prompted numerous discussions concerning the meaning of the various ornaments, and I thought it might be fun to document some of those discussions here for posterity's sake.

While our current trees tend to look more "commercial" than "homespun," I assured the girls that much sentiment is attached to every ornament or "scheme."

When we returned home, Ky informed me that she had made some gifts for me and had wrapped them and left them on the seat to my office chair "to be opened before Christmas." I waited until the next day so she could be here to watch me open them. She had made the cutest little green tree out of pipe cleaners, and decorated it with additional pipecleaners in bright colors. She had fashioned a second "Nana" ornament that looks similar to my rendition of a "stick woman." CUTE! Finally, she had made a popcorn chain herself with popcorn she had Papa pop for her. I asked if I could put the little tree and the Nana ornament on the greenery of my "boot" in the kitchen area, since that's where I spend so much of my time (instead of the downstairs tree where I would see it much less often). She agreed. You can see them by clicking on the "boot" photo to enlarge it. The "old woman in the shoe boot" is a favorite item I bought at a semi-annual sidewalk sale at The Thicket (a local shop that is one of my favorites). We hung the popcorn chain in the very top of the big tree downstairs, as Ky suggested.

I had a dear friend named Rosa. She was the mother of nine children and I knew most of them well, also. Rosa died of cancer several years ago. Her daughters were wonderful to share with me a couple of the things Rosa had made. They also asked me if I would like the sample books of European lace given to Rosa by a friend of hers who sold it. I was surprised that Rosa's daughters (who, like Rosa, crafted such things as dolls, rabbits, etc.) didn't want them but they assured me they did not. I was thrilled! I removed all the lace from the (I think) 3 or 4 sample packs and have used them for MANY events ever since, including placing the lace on the branches of the big tree every Christmas. I think the lace looks like snow and, if you look carefully, you can see that each piece of lace is a unique pattern. I used this same lace, along with white roses, pearls and ivy, to decorate the tables at the wedding rehearsal dinner for our older son (10 years ago) and daughter-in-law. It does, indeed, have sentimental value.

Also on the big tree are precious ornaments that were hand-crocheted by my Mother and Grandmother. A number of years ago, the two of them came to Springfield in November for a visit. They weren't able to come often and had not been that close to Christmas before, so we celebrated Christmas early in order to include them. While they were here, we visited a local floral and design studio to look at their beautiful trees and window displays. One of the trees featured hand-crocheted bells. I loved them but remember that they were $6 each, and I knew that buying enough to decorate a tree with them was not in my budget. When we left that store, Grandma asked if we had a craft store close. I said, "Yes," and asked what she needed. She replied, "Oh never mind, just a little something I want to look for."

When we left the craft store, Grandma had a small package that contained an unknown purchase. When we arrived home and I was busy fixing dinner, I noticed Grandma in the other room working away with her crochet hook and thread. She had bought a styrofoam bell form and was making a pattern for crocheted bells. For the rest of the week-long visit, whenever we were not busy doing something else, both Grandma and Mother were busy crocheting bells, as well as snowflakes and wreaths. Needless to say, now that neither Mother nor Grandma are still with us, these ornaments they made are priceless!

I love music and things that represent it. Over the years I have collected ornaments that range from ballerinas to musical instruments, to carousel horses and angels. A friend who was viewing the tree a couple of nights ago said, "Oh I love your hand-blown crystal ornaments!" To which I replied, "Oh, Kathy, they are not hand-blown crystal; they are acrylic. They can't break and hurt the grandchildren and the grandchildren can't hurt them! But they are beautiful, aren't they?" This year, we added some red ornaments and "feathers" that I thought were interesting, for a bit of variety.

Also on the tree are a number of little pearls rings or loops. Several years ago a friend game me a large box of items that she and her two daughters had owned, with the instruction to use them however I wanted or share them with whomever. They knew there were always young girls at the church I used to attend that were in need of "things." Most of the items in the box were "standard fare" in terms of skirts, pants, sweaters, etc., but one item was of particular interest. Not only could I think of NO ONE I knew that would wear such a thing, but I couldn't imagine that my friend OR her daughters ever wore it. I can't imagine where it came from and I don't even know what to call it, despite my having "googled" several word strings to try and determine what it would be called. I have friends in the fashion design department at MO State University who likely would know, but the University is on break now, so I shall simply try to describe it.

It was something that looked like a woman who really, REALLY wanted to accentuate her bustline might wear over a tight-fitting sweater. It had a choker and then a "pearl bra" of sorts that went over the bustline and hooked in the back. From the choker to the chain that ran around the bottom of the "bra," there were vertical strands of pearls that ran around the entire "bra." As I said, I couldn't imagine anyone actually wearing anything like that, so I tried to decide what to do with it. The pearl loops on our annual big tree is the result! I took my trusty pliers and disconnected every single strand of pearls, and then reconnected them to form the loops. The girls got a kick out of that story!


The small tree in the front entry near the grandchildren's room is decorated with the grandchildren in mind. In Ky's bedroom in our former home, I had her bed arranged kitty corner and had an alpine tree erected in the corner behind it which I decorated with non-Christmas-themed ornaments such as the Beatrix Potter ornaments shown here. She loved to have me turn the white twinkly lights on when she was ready for bed and she would go to sleep with them on. I had collected some Anri wooden bells and some Anri angels, as had my Mother-in-law, and when she died, I inherited some of hers, so those, too, are included on this tree. I doubt that many people put ivy on their Christmas trees, but I love it, and used it on both small trees this year. Yup, this is the same ivy I've used MANY times, including Gary's and Sara's wedding rehearsal dinner.

When we built our new home, Ky asked me if she could bring her tree to her new bedroom. I told her I had something else in mind for the new room that I thought she would like, and I would be sure to include lights she could go to sleep by. Another collection I inherited from my Mother-in-law was these precious Anri ornaments that are "celestial" themed and feature young children. (You can click the photo to enlarge it and get a better look.)
I used the shutter-shelf as a type of window "cornice" above the children's window seat.
Finally, I like to have a small tree in the hearth area upstairs so it feels "Christmasy" in the part of the house where I spend most of my time. This tree also has the ivy I love and features a collection of wooden birds and nests with eggs that, once again, I've used MANY times in decorating for various events.

My friend Susan and I used to be asked to decorate for almost all of the events hosted by our college when I worked at MSU; we loved doing so. Someone once remarked that we must collect roosters. We laughed and said, "Oh, yes, roosters and lots of other things." The benefits of loving to garage-sale!
Last evening (Christmas Eve), following dinner and before the opening of the stocks and gifts, our three grandchildren presented the following story which helped us to understand the meaning behind many of the things that symbolize Christmas:

SANTA SAYS, "TEACH THE CHILDREN"

Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened...I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree.

He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out. "What are you doing?" I started to ask. The words choked up in my throat, and I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone.

Gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know. He then answered me with a simple statement. "TEACH THE CHILDREN!" I was puzzled; what did he mean?

He anticipated my question, and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree. As I stood bewildered, Santa said, "Teach the children! Teach them the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that now-a-days Christmas has forgotten."

Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a FIR TREE and placed it before the mantle. "Teach the children that the pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind, all the needles point heavenward, making it a symbol of man's thoughts turning toward heaven."

He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant STAR. "Teach the children that the star was the heavenly sign of promises long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star was the sign of fulfillment of His promise."

He then reached into his bag and pulled out a CANDLE. "Teach the children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded of He who displaces the darkness."

Once again he reached into his bag and removed a WREATH and placed it on the tree. "Teach the children that the wreath symbolizes the real nature of love. Real love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection."

He then pulled from his bag and ornament of HIMSELF. "Teach the children that I, Santa Claus symbolize the generosity and good will we feel during the month of December."

He then brought out a HOLLY LEAF. "Teach the children that the holly plant represents immortality. It represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly represents the blood shed by Him."

Next he pulled from his bag a GIFT and said, "Teach the children that God so loved the world that he gave..." "Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift. Teach the children that the wise men bowed before the holy babe and presented him with gold, frankincense and myrrh. We should always give gifts in the same spirit of the wise men."

Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a CANDY CANE and hung it on the tree. "Teach the children that the candy cane represents the shepherds' crook. The crook on the staff helps to bring back strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper."

He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL. "Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace and good will toward men."

Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from his bag he pulled out a BELL. "Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should ring mankind to the fold. The bell symbolizes guidance and return."

Santa looked back and was pleased. He looked back at me and I saw that the twinkle was back in his eyes. He said, "Remember, teach the children the true meaning of Christmas and do not put me in the center, for I am but a humble servant of the One that is, and I bow down to worship Him, our Lord, our God."

--- Author Unknown

As we celebrate this special season of giving, may we always remember that "Jesus is the Reason for the Season." Merry Christmas!

Home again, home again . . .




My life has been lived in four states: Wyoming (the state of my birth and childhood), Idaho (where I attended college), Utah (where I held my first job and where I met my hubby), and Missouri (where we have lived for many years and raised our family). Whenever I have returned to WY, I have always said, "I'm going home," a common pronouncement I think when one returns to the home of her birth and childhood. Such was the case again this year as I returned to WY to spend two weeks with my Dad and family members there. Indeed, wherever there is beloved family, it feels like "home."

As I prepared to return to MO, I found myself once again saying, "It has been great, but I'm anxious to go 'home.' " I flew out of Tulsa, OK this time (a 3-hour drive). My plane got in about 4pm and Steve picked me up at the airport. We stopped in Joplin on the way back for a casual dinner, arriving in Springfield about 8pm. Miss Ky requested that we at least stop by their house and give her a hug before we came home (she really wanted to spend the night but Steve said we needed one night to "regroup" and she could come the next night). She promised not to knock me into the Christmas tree. (Last year after being gone for two weeks, she was so excited to see me that she jumped up and threw her legs around my waist as I was mid-air walking toward her. There was no place to go except into the Christmas tree--both of us. On the bright side, we didn't make too big a mess and I was glad she missed me!)

As Steve and I came through the gates to our subdivision and rounded the corner where our home came into view, I had to smile; all five of the outside lights were on, along with the outside Christmas lights. I truly felt welcome! I laughed and told Steve that meant A LOT to me because I knew it went against his thrifty judgment to turn all those lights on in the middle of the day in order for them to be burning when we got home. He laughed and admitted he considered having Jon come and turn them on about 7pm, but then decided it would cost Jon more in gas than it would cost Steve to burn them for a few hours. We walked into the freshly cleaned house (it's so nice to be married to a man who is so capable and willing to help around the house!) and I knew that I truly was "HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS!"

I feel rather like I did when friends from my former Ward (church group) asked me how I liked my new Ward. I replied, "There's nothing better than leaving a Ward you love and moving to a Ward you love." Well, there's nothing better than being "home" in WY, and being "home again" in MO.

For the second year, my WY family favored me by holding the Smith Family Christmas Gathering while I was there (last year Steve was with me). University life and winter travel conditions have never allowed us to spend Christmas in WY; rather, our vacations to UT and WY always occurred in the summer months. Thus, the opportunities over these past two years to be with extended family and share traditions have been priceless.


Two long-standing traditions in the Kinghorn and Smith families are the making and decorating of gingerbread cookies, and the "triple treat popcorn balls," the latter tradition originally begun by our Great Grandmother Dansie, and continued through each subsequent generation. My sister Donna asked me to write up how this tradition began and share it with the family, which I did while in WY, so I will share that here:


The Legend of the “Triple-Treat Popcorn Balls”

From the time your parents and grandparents (the children of Scott and LaRae Smith) were born, every year a little before Christmas a package arrived that was eagerly anticipated. It was postmarked “Rigby, Idaho,” and the return address revealed that it was shipped from Great Grandpa and Grandma Dansie (Grandma Kinghorn’s parents).

Although the contents of the package varied somewhat from year to year, one thing remained constant: the treasured popcorn ball “triple treats” that were made by Great Grandma Dansie. The gift for Grandpa and Grandma Smith was special in that it was always something homemade, such as a pair of hand-embroidered pillow cases. But, what we kids looked forward to was those wonderful popcorn balls!

When the box arrived from Idaho, the gift for Grandpa and Grandma Smith was removed and placed beneath the tree. Then the individually wrapped popcorn balls were removed from the box as we children watched (and salivated, remembering Christmases passed) and placed carefully in the branches of the Christmas tree, to be enjoyed on Christmas morning, after the other gifts had been opened and things had settled a bit. Oh, how we looked forward to that moment, and we were never disappointed!

Grandma always formed the popcorn ball around a Tootsie Pop, thus providing a “handle” for the popcorn ball, in addition to a sucker when the popcorn ball was gone. And when she wrapped the popcorn ball in cellophane, she added some curly ribbon to make it extra special, and a candy cane to eat once the popcorn ball and the sucker were finished; thus, we had a “triple treat.” The ingredients in the popcorn balls, alone, were among our favorites, but it was obvious that the extra measure of love that Grandma threw in made these gifts the best in the world! This was always a great lesson to us that the best gifts have much more to do with love than with money.

When Grandma Dansie was no longer here to make the popcorn balls, Grandma Kinghorn and Grandma Smith kept the tradition alive. And after them, their daughters. And now, hopefully, you granddaughters and grandsons and great granddaughters and great grandsons are carrying on this treasured tradition in each of your homes. It’s the traditions--such as this one--that we share and perpetuate that help to identify us as a unique family unit.

Grandma Dansie’s Popcorn Syrup*

½ cup light Karo Syrup
½ teaspoon salt
½ cup butter or margarine
1 teaspoon Vanilla
1 cup granulated sugar
Food coloring (Grandma Dansie always used Red)

Combine all ingredients except the vanilla and food coloring in a medium sauce pan. Stir over medium high heat until the mixture reaches a rolling boil (can’t stir down). Turn off heat. Cover with a tight-fitting lid and let set for 4 minutes. Add vanilla and food coloring. Pour syrup over the popped corn, making sure that every kernel is well coated. Shape into balls and wrap individually in plastic wrap (I find that a fold-over sandwich bag works great). For the “triple treat,” form the popcorn ball around a Tootsie Pop (or other sucker), and then tie a candy cane into the curly ribbon.

A double recipe of syrup will make about 10-12 popcorn balls, depending upon size. ENJOY!

*You will want to pop your corn in advance. For a double recipe, I usually start with three poppers full (1 and 1/2 cups of unpopped kernels).

Who wouldn't have a great time with all these ADORABLE children to keep things lively? It reminded me of all the fun my siblings and I had growing up with our cousins on both sides. (I should add that only about 1/2 of the Smith clan was in attendance at this year's function. We're looking forward to greater numbers at our reunion scheduled for June 2010!)
I also had the opportunity while in WY to attend the Ward Christmas Party in Daddy's Ward (and numerous other family members' Ward, as well). A lovely dinner was provided after which we were treated to The Nativity with our very own Bailee serving as Mary (note the cute cow and the clever sheep). There was a "surprise visitor" to delight the children, followed by a dance that was enjoyed by young and old (and older). Even Daddy ventured far enough from his walker to trip the light fantastic for a few moments with three of his five daughters.

I need to give credit to my sisters: Donna for spearheading the family gathering and organizing the popcorn ball making event; Jan (and her granddaughters) for baking all the gingerbread men; and Sharon for fixing more than her share of fabulous food. And lots of husbands, nieces and nephews did much to set up and clean up and bring yummy treats, as well. Thanks to one and all!

I feel so blessed to have been able to spend Christmas "at home" in Wyoming, and now, "at home" in Missouri!