Hearth Flame

By Katherine Edelman

Winter whines, at our windowpane.

Snow shrouds pines, and hides each lane

But there's time for sewing,

A book, a game---

Time for friendship glowing

Near a bright hearth flame.

Poem

By Oliver Herford who was an British born American writer a frequent contributor to the Ladies Home Journal. This cover is for 1949.

I heard a bird sing

In the dark of December;

A magnificent thing

And sweet to remember:

"We are nearer to spring

Than we were in September."

I heard a bird sing

in the dark of December.

It is a dark day here in our part of Arkansas today. Lot's rain is on it's way.

Happy Hanukkah!

My Jewish friends

Old Memory

I remember in the early 1950's going with my family to Daddy's graduation of the course in "How to Win Friends and Influence People. Dale Breckenridge Carnegie originally until 1922 when he changed it to Carnagey.
American write and Lecturer a developer of the famous courses in self-improvement , sales manship, and corporate training. Born in poverty on a Missouri farm. He is author also a biography of Abraham Lincoln. "Lincoln The Unknown" One of the core ideas in his books is that it is possible to change other people's behavior by changing ones reaction to them. He was an early proponent of what is now called responsibility assumption.
This was a photo of my father at a dinner at the Chamber of Commerce in Birmingham Ala I was 3 years old and do not remember living there. He is number 8 on right side of table. The photo was in the family album taken in 1942. Enlarge to see how handsome he was.

Wind

Could it be that all over blog land today we have strong winds?
Wind in the pines

Busy as a Christmas Bee

This is Linda's at Friendship Tea recipe for her Grandma's Cinnamon Scones. I cut them out in little hearts. They are so good with a cup of Tea. Thank You Linda for the giveaway.

Our little tree with my mother's nativity set that she made under it. Enlarge to see all of the detail she did.

This is out side on the porch.
Merry Christmas to all.

Pearl Harbor

December 7 1941----- Are we about to forget?

Pearl Harbor Today

The American Ships

The British Infantry

A Dreary Month

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Ps.30:5 )

A deary month of weeping, of cloud and fog and rain, is sorrowful December, and all the wind complain.

For trees are bare and flowers are gone, and birds have hushed all song, and days are short and sunless, and nights are dark and long.

But let us wait in patience, the days are swift to go.

Sorrow does not stay long on the earth below; some days must be for weeping, but God and heaven remain and after nights of darkness the sun will shine again.

Marianne Farringham

By Streams In The Desert