Wednesday, February 25, 2015

MAGICAL!


Our babysitter, Cindy, entertained my siblings and I with magic tricks. I was only four years old but remember it like it were yesterday. I was spell bound as she took a nickel and made it disappear, only to be pulled out of our ears seconds later. For a small child, that was the most amazing trick I had ever seen!

I grew up fascinated with magic. Not so much the tricks, but mystical, enchanting, magical things. 

With each tooth I lost as a child, I carefully placed it underneath my pillow so the Tooth Fairy could pick it up and leave a coin. The next morning I could hardly wait to look for clues of the Tooth Fairy. Us kids would scour the yard for signs of pixie dust, fairy wings, feathers, and miniature prints of any kind. Those days were filled with wonderful imaginations. 

Mom made Christmas come alive with wonderment and enchantment. It was the most magical time of the year. She was like a kid herself as she busied herself in the kitchen baking treats, decorating the house, singing Christmas carols, wrapping gifts and hiding them, and involving the entire family in doing secret service projects for the neighbors. She listened to our ever changing "lists" to Santa and did her best to make sure he delivered on them! On Christmas Eve we kids all slept in the attic bedrooms together. It was fun and exciting as we peered out the window at a bright star in the sky that we were certain was a sign of the Savior's birth. We listed for the sound of jingle bells and was positive we heard them... that is until we looked over the rail of the stairs to see dad slithering up the steps to see if we were asleep. We had been caught... or was it the other way around!

When I became a parent, it was important to me to carry on the same traditions as my parents. I wanted my children to experience the magic and wonderment that comes with holidays. I wanted to bring culture and excitement into my children's lives. 

My children looked for the Tooth Fairy, just as I had. And Christmas was always full of surprises. I looked for the extraordinary things, as well. When I was a single mother I found new things to introduce my children to. I was attending USU in Logan and was surrounded with cultural opportunities. Even though I did not have a lot of money I made sure we did a few things, and they proved to make a huge impact on my children's happy memories of home.

A nice theater was in town and the Nutcracker was playing. The kids and I dressed in our best and attended a star stunning live performance. It wasn't the play they remember so much, but the atmosphere, the beautiful costumes, the grand staircase and massive curtains. It was the whole experience that created the magic. 

One of the best trips the Mr. and I went on was to Ireland. The Blarney Castle had hidden behind a large stone wall with overgrown vines a secret mystical garden. Meandering down winding and densely covered paths led to a beautiful waterfall with lily pads gold fish and frogs. We walked up mysterious stone stairs, encountered magical stones, and discovered secret fairy places. The above picture... a toadstool carved from a stump, was taken at the fairy garden.

The kids are all raised with families of their own. The tradition of holidays and events continues to get more and more imaginative, and bigger, and.... you get the picture! I have children that exercise their imaginations like you would not believe. They want their children to experience what they did and more! And they have a mother (and grandmother) that still gets terribly excited with planning grand adventures that include wonderment, excitement, enchantment, spell-binding, and magical family togetherness.

Grandparenting provides the perfect opportunity for sprinkling magical, enchanting, and adventurous fun on the family. I center most events and parties around themes. It ties the adventure together and makes it both meaningful and fun. I buy hats, kerchiefs, fairy wings, books, etc. for the kiddos to make them feel like they are living an adventure that takes them to a magical time.

Following is a list of magic we've created for our family ----

Traveling Suitcase - we pack a suitcase filled with things related to place we want to visit (state parks, museums, etc.) I like to link it to ancestors, history, anything that makes it meaningful, interactive, and fun. 



Theater - We frequent our local Live Playhouses. One year all the little girls dressed up for a Cinderella Play. The day included formal invitations, spa treatment (in grandma's jet tub), a fancy homemade lunch, and meeting Cinderella herself after the play.



Mothers Day Tea - with the girls. We dress up, use our best dishes, and enjoy a wonderful afternoon visiting and just being pretty. We'll be hosting a bouquet full of fairies this year! Can't wait.


Thanksgiving Point - is the place to be in the spring in Utah. The tulip gardens are beautiful and creates the most imaginative walk under pergolas, along streams, down cobblestone paths, and behind secret doors. One year I bought angel wings and hair pieces for the girls and butterfly nets for all the kids. As they ran from place to place in the garden they became the talk of the gardens. 
"Where did you get the wings and nets?"  "And... oh... they look like pretty little fairies fluttering around the gardens!" 
One year we had a Mad Hatter's Tea Party before entering the garden. That was another magical adventure in itself.






Harvest Fest - At the end of harvest, when all the fruit is picked and the tractors are put away, we celebrate with food, games, a carnival for the little kids, and a Spooky Hollow Walk and hayride through the orchard. The atmosphere in the orchard is spell binding and exciting as they hunt for treasures. Everyone dresses up in Halloween costumes. One year we had a scarecrow making contest. One of our favorite years was centered around pirates and treasure.



Every five years we go somewhere, as a family, for a few days. The first year we started this tradition, we went to the Homestead Inn, a family friendly resort in the Wasatch Mountains. They offered sleigh rides and craft classes for the kids. The trip included a ride on the Polar Express with Santa, Mrs. Santa, and their elves hosting. One of the grandchildren received the "first bell". Most of the grandchildren had never been ice skating before, so that was on our list too. Being on the ice, snow falling from the sky, with Christmas music playing was nothing short of magic!



As the grand kids grow and age, so do the adventures. But one thing is for certain... there is always an element of surprise, wonderment, excitement and magic in everything we do! 




Oh... it's time to get planning!


What's your kind of MAGIC?

Writing prompt #3: Write a blog post inspired by the word: magic

Friday, February 20, 2015

House to Home

Have you ever felt like it was just yesterday that something happened... and yet it seems like forever that it did... all at the same time? Our HOUSE is one of those things.

I pulled up my photos from 2009, the year we started building our house. It is a custom home so it took forever to get it, or so it seemed. We already had the property. It was a 5 1/2 acre lot, overlooking Willard Bay, that we had purchased 12 years earlier. We worked the ground and toiled for many years. We planted a fruit orchard, a few rows each year. Our orchard quickly turned a hobby into a seasonal job, which required a lot of work! We knew we were going to build a house one day in our orchard, and when the time finally came it proved to be no piece of cake!

From planning and designing to building and finishing, it took about 18 months. Our contractor was great to work with and built everything according to our wishes. It was fun, yet intimidating, watching the house go up and take shape. We had always lived in a small house and this was BIG! Five months before the house was finished, the Col. was called away overseas on active duty. I had the lone responsibility of choosing paint colors, hardware, and making sure all the finish work was done to our specs. Talk about stress! 





February 2010 - you can see how quickly the weather changes from within a month's time frame.

Right before Thanksgiving in 2010, and the weekend before a huge snow storm, I moved in to our new house. It felt so good! 



Our HOME today. Pictures taken April 2012.



Now that we are going on 5 years in our home, it feels just like yesterday that we moved in. 

I love my house... and it's feeling more and more like home everyday!

Writing prompt #1: Throwback Thursday. Choose a photo from a previous February and                                                              write a poem or a blog post.

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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Quotography: Model


Each person must live their life as a model for others. - Rosa Parks

Mom and dad and grandmother Richardson left a legacy of love for their posterity... a history of their lives. The pages come alive as they offer insights of real life living... trials, hardships, health, work, faith, joys, humor, compassion, service, enjoyments, lessons learned, etc. Through years of living, a character emerges in each of them. Their histories are models that I want to and have patterned my own life after. I am proud of my name!

They have instilled in me, a desire to write my own history. It is my hope to leave my children and grandchildren a legacy of living that they will be proud of, too. Even with mistakes, lessons can be learned and growth can take place. Faith can be strengthened and hope can be gleamed. 

When my time winds up on earth, what do I want my book to be filled with? Memories of home, children, grandchildren... time spent together, love, faith building experiences, lessons learned, and testimony. A pattern, a model that my posterity would be proud to live by.
Thoughts lead to acts, acts lead to habits, habits lead to character – and our character will determine our eternal destiny.    -Ezra T. Benson



Friday, February 13, 2015

Six Word Fridays: Cook


One busy cook in the kitchen.


Two busy cooks in the kitchen.


Three busy cooks in the kitchen.


Keeps mommy busy in the kitchen!

cook

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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Home... at last!

"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." -- Maya Angelou - Now Write


childhood home

When I look back on my life and think of home, I feel gratitude in my heart... because... home was a place of peace, of refuge, of love, and acceptance. 

My father was thrifty and resourceful. He never liked debt. So, it seemed as if we were always living in a state of improving and remodeling. But somehow that didn't bother me. It was a "normal" way to live because that is what I knew. The constant remodel didn't take away the spirit that emulated in and around home. I knew my parents loved me.

Mom and dad taught us kids what it meant to be a family. We worked together, played together, worshiped together, ate together, and everything else together.  

There is no one right way to raise a family successfully, but my parents took their parenting seriously and tackled each problem that came up with thought, prayer, and good old-fashioned guidance and disciplining. Somehow that worked for the most part. 

I was the middle child and was pretty much a peacemaker. I have been my entire life. But, that didn't mean I didn't throw some curve balls at my parents. As a teenager I didn't always make the right decisions and I know it caused a lot of grief and heartache for them. But mom and dad did everything possible to encourage me to make good choices. They loved me. They accepted me for who I was. I felt safe with them. 

I married my high school boy friend against my parents wishes. They could see things I couldn't. And... it would only take ten years after being married, with five children of my own, to understand their wisdom. And, I came to know what true love really means. My home... my parents... where they were, became a life-long place of refuge from many fierce storms that beat upon me.



My parents home in my adult years

Divorce was hard... really, really hard. I cried many tears. My heart was broken. Completely broken. But I had home! I had my parents. They loved me. They loved me and my five beautiful children. They allowed me to come home. They listened to me. They cried with me. They encouraged me... to carry on, to make good decisions for the future. They became guidance counselors once again. They picked up the pieces of my emotional wreck of a life. 

I had many talks with my father. I will never forget what he told me one day.... "Carol, you can do anything and become anything you want in life!" He was positive. He was supportive. Both mom and dad became my biggest cheerleaders. I moved 3 hours away from home to go to school. It was hard with five children and being all alone in a new place. But... I had mom and dad! They were only a phone call away when I needed them. Most weekends, I would load the car with kids and luggage and head for home. Home to my parents. Home to my sisters... who were and still are, anchor's in the storms of life. 

My first marriage was blissful... until it crashed. My second marriage a challenge. Blended families take so much work, and I wonder if there is such a thing as a successful blend... Really. 

Home... my parents, still continued to be a place of refuge during difficult and trying periods of my second marriage. I don't know how they did it... watching me over the course of a couple decades struggle with things that didn't need to be so hard... had I made better decisions the first time around! The only way I can explain it... is love. Pure unconditional love.

Yes... I've made my life harder than what it needed to be. But, I've grown. I've grown a lot. I have more confidence, more faith, more experience, more appreciation, more wisdom, more understanding. I've made good and worthy goals and have accomplished them. I have a beautiful family and lots of energetic and talented grandchildren that fill my life with joy and happiness. My life is full of so many blessings! 

My parents passed away before I lost my daughter from an act of domestic violence in 2013. My mother only a year previously. It was very hard not to have them to go home to. But I'd like to think... just maybe all the hard knocks of life, unconditional love and Christ-centered teaching from my parents, support from family and friends, and faith... saw me through and continues to do so. Eventhough my parents were no longer here on earth...

THIS I DO KNOW... They were there to get Shaniel at the time of her passing. They were there to take my sweet daughter home. Their granddaughter. Home to heaven. Home to live with them. Home to take her in as their own. Home to comfort and guide her. Home to listen to her. Home to love and bless her. Home to help heal her broken heart. Home... where she is surrounded by family, peace, beauty, and unconditional love. She is HOME! She is safe at last! How much more comfort can I receive than this!

I love my parents! Not only did they provide a loving and safe HOME for me... but they did for my children... as they now do for Shaniel. For this I am eternally grateful.

To see how we celebrated Shaniel's Angelversary, February 10th, click on Shaniel's Story or the tab above.



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Monday, February 9, 2015

Quotography: Valentine


After an evening Spring shower, the two youngens' ran up and down the grassy hill until all their energy was spent. The sun was just starting to set when I spotted the two plopping down at the edge of the lawn. Looking toward the sunset, over Willard Bay, were not only siblings... but best friends! A picture really is worth a thousand words.. and this quote sums it up. Love!


If you live to be a hundred, then I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.  -Winne the Pooh