This was very much a challenge for me as I didn’t have a whole lot of twinkle. So I am relying on the storefronts that I have come across. Red is one of my favorite colors. I love looking at all of the lights, garland and all of the festive touches.
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Reymundo had a busy day ahead of him. While others might have visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads, he had visions of tamales, which were in demand at this time of year. The Richardson’s had given him free reign over the menu, since he became head cook and manager of South Fork Cafe. Each day, he counted his job a blessing. He had not forgotten his years as a dishwasher and busing tables. For a young man he had excellent work ethics and it was obvious to the owner’s that Rey, as they called him, was a keeper. Working hard was instilled at a very young age. He didn’t take his lifestyle for granted, as he recalled the challenges his parents faced as a young couple, with two young children, setting down in a place that was totally foreign to where they had come from in Mexico.
His parents Ernesto and Martina had been determined to do whatever it took to provide a comfortable lifestyle for their children. Rey recalled the hours spent at the small library, looking at picture books and wondering what the words said. His mother had been very shy and was embarrassed to speak up at first. But the library staff were patient and helped her to find books that would benefit her and her children. Eventually she got help from a tutor and that opened up her world. With new-found confidence, Martina began to think about how she could earn some income and she decided to go with what she did best. Sewing had been a hobby and she had plenty of experience making bright-colored outfits for her little girls by hand. In their early years, Ernesto worked two jobs and one day, he was able to buy a sewing machine for the love of his life. Martina was thrilled when Ernesto carried the machine through the door. It didn’t take her long to set up the machine.Hearing the hum of it, as she pieced little dresses together was a dream come true. Before long, word got out that she was available to alter clothing and Martina stayed busy and most important she was able to stay home with her young children.Now, Reymundo was thirty-eight and with a family of his own.As a toddler he had clung to his grandmother’s side, watching her every move as she made tortillas and cooked up huge portions of food to feed the workers on the ranch.His fascination with cooking continued to grow up into his teen years. Esperanza would have been very proud to see her grandson following in her footsteps. She was a wise woman and instructed her grandchildren, ” to always do good on this side of heaven.” She meant for them to work hard, respect the earth, the people and creatures on it. He heeded her advice. With those words he grew up to be a man of his word and of good character. He was known to whistle as he worked and the Richardson’s loved Rey and his family. It gave them gave them peace of mind knowing that they could depend on him. As Rey drove past the road that led to Hanks home, he realized that he had not seen his old buddy for a few weeks.It was time to pay him a visit and drop off a few tamales too. Christmas was a time to give and a wonderful opportunity to pay it forward.
Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord, rather than man.
Where I grew up, there were no brick buildings. It was a desert town, and if you believed in Santa Claus he might show up in a dune buggy, rather than a sleigh. There was not a shortage of palm trees or cactus and I don’t think there were any fireplaces. Maybe a few in some of the older homes. The sun usually shown brightly on Christmas morning. I think it was a very long time before I experienced snow. It’s so interesting to think about how each of us was raised and how we adapted to that environment.
Inga Larsson sipped the last of her tea. She savored each drop and she knew that she had a big day ahead of her. She had just returned from her beloved country of Sweden to say her final goodbyes to her dear mother. Though her heart grieved she had made a commitment to plan and prepare for the annual Christmas lunch at the Food Pantry. She would do her best to set aside sadness to fulfill her obligation. She still had to find a few more volunteers to decorate and someone to provide music for the festivities. While Hank Johnson was devoid of color in his life, Inga was all about color.
She would soon turn sixty-four and she vowed that she would never let age deter her from being active. As a retired nurse, it afforded her a comfortable lifestyle. Having never married, she traveled to far off places and wanted to experience as much as possible, but always with God’s final ok on her decision-making. She was not one to sit on the fence of life and watch it go by. It was December first and time to get cracking. Of all her years of eating oatmeal for breakfast seemed to give her enough energy to run miles around those half her age. She reminisced a moment about her lovely mother. She had been a woman of strength and character. She had a beautiful heart and had always given over and beyond when it came to helping those in need.
In her mind her mother was an angel. She glanced at the clock and realized that it would soon be time to meet with the director of the House of Hope and work out some of the details. She laughed as she looked at Mitt. Mitten had been a stray kitten that Inga had coaxed into her home by feeding her.
It’s that special time of the month,for those of us that like to dabble in getting creative with our photos. I look forward to it. You’ll want to take a look at Bonnie Zieman’s photo art for this meme at Pixel Dust Photo Art. The optional theme for today is OPEN/OPENING/OPENED. I love this time of year, when generosity increases in the hearts of mankind. It’s a time to set aside our own needs and look at ways to give to the less fortunate and brighten someone’s day.. Our neighbor’s home makes a charming Christmas image…
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These images no near depict what’s on my heart this morning. I am sometimes baffled, but not surprised by the response or behavior of a human being. I look at my own heart and I think of a song that states ” I look into my heart”… I always check my heart and look at its status. There are things to let go of…and when I do I am on my way to a healthier heart.