Jewells of Thought

Last year I wrote letters to my Sunday School teachers and the other couple in the class. Since at that point that’s what our class was for most of the time. Not long afterwards a floodgate arose and several came into the class closer to Christmas.

People don’t give cards out like they used to. Not even Church ladies. Cards do take some work and a lot of time. Goodness that one year my foot was in a boot I made like 300 cards. I couldn’t decorate like I normally did; I had to be careful with my boot. It was a frustrating Christmas especially when on top of that I had my second carpal tunnel surgery the week before Christmas.

My hand was scheduled; my foot was not.

Mom used to be the card person in our family. Once I started helping it was kind of fun, but it seemed like we never got started early enough. Grandma Freddy had a hankering for encouraging my participation in certain things like this card writing.

I remember him telling me that something I wrote sounded real unlike some of the stuff he read in cards. This happened right after we moved to Fellowship Papaw Leo and Papaw Arla died in less than 40 days. Both deaths before and after my 14th birthday. That next Christmas I wrote this actually thinking about writing lyrics ironically enough.

This copy was found this Fall at Grandma Betty’s house and she wrote on the bottom as she did with nearly everything that came her way. No wonder I tend to be observant it’s in my DNA… literally.

Grandpa Freddy had me put this in our family Christmas cards that year and it started something for a little while. This was my first piece of wanting to write feeling like I needed to remember what had happened to me and my family during that past 12 months. This was a first for me and writing; I was a nervous wreck but I trusted Grandpa.

Mom and others have told me including Isaac, that “I have a way with words.” Hearing comments like that are soul soothing balm for the shy girl who was afraid to raise her hand in class and have to answer questions aloud. Another thought that warms my heart is a comment I have heard that those who are quiet measure their words and when they talk you know they have something to say.

That might not always be the case, but it is something I have held onto if you can’t help the situation shut up. However, if you think you can don’t stay silent.

I will always be a 20th Century girl in the 21st Century World and I’m proud of that. I remember before too many things became technologically advanced and perhaps simpler times of the 1980’s. Wow that does seem weird to say and yet so true. Cards may seem outdated, but I still have my Cri-Cut from Aunt Mary and it’s still fun to get Christmas paper and make cutouts and piece together homemade cards. Plus I do like adding in my own sentiments.

I guess we shall see what happens this year. I still have some of that batch from 2019. Although, I have had some fun using those as Christmas teasers for this Christmas Season as my photos on here and on Facebook. There is something about creating that is necessary during the Christmas Season. I may still be making some to pass out over the next couple of weeks yet.

I showed a few of my Cards back during Christmas in July. I am also using those photos for my Writing Prompt picts for fun through this Season.