Judy Schroeder Yadev included some old pictures of Ted’s dad with her family New Year’s letter.  It’s interesting to see him in a track suit instead of blue denim bib overalls and a long-sleeved blue chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  (Once we bought him a blue short-sleeved shirt for Father’s Day, but he told us to return it because he never wore short sleeves.)  Another difference is his hair.  I never saw him with hair longer than a crewcut.

Paul was a track star and medaled in the sport.  He’s 14 in these pictures (born November 4, 1909).  Some of his medals were passed on to Kari.  She ran track and cross-country in high school and went to state in cross-country.  Ted also has the track gene.  He set a record in the 440-yard dash that stood for 26 years before Kiel had a faster runner on the team.

1923 Lincoln High School (Manitowoc) track team. Paul is third from the left in the first row.

1923 Lincoln High School (Manitowoc) track team.  Paul is second from the left in the first row.

 

He's 14 in this picture. I never saw him with hair longer than a crew cut either.

No individual photos in those days, I guess.  Just crop each boy out of the group shot.  No bib overalls or crewcut yet.

Every now and then, when Ted and I go out to lunch, we meet someone we know in the restaurant.  Yesterday, we selected the same restaurant as one of the 70 volunteers I used to supervise.  It was fun to see Cy (Cyril) again and to catch up with him for a few minutes.

This is usually the end of the story, but the weather was crummy, so Ted and I decided to walk our three miles in the mall.  Who else do you think decided to walk the mall after lunch?  Right.  Cy.  Two meetings in two venues in less than an hour after several years of not seeing each other deserved a photo memory, so Ted took pictures with Cy’s and my phones.

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Teddy loves pigs.  I made a pig birthday cake for him, and we found a huge pig that Ted was sure his namesake would be excited to get for Christmas.  Frankly, I thought it was a little too big, but we bought it and it was a hit with Teddy.  He kept it at his side all day on Christmas, and fell asleep with it when he got home.

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Now Kari’s family has a new kitten and Teddy is in love with the kitten too.  This makes it a tough choice when it’s time for a snuggle break, so Teddy relaxes with his two best buddies:  the pig and the kitten.

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I spent the day working on my India training materials again.  I left the room to get something and when I came back, I noticed that it’s a good thing I have a big desk.  And a new desk chair.

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If I cannot do great things, I can do small things in a great way.  ~Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love.  ~Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom

There is nothing more selfish than trying to change someone’s mind because they don’t think like you.  Just because something is different doesn’t mean it should not be respected.  ~Jodi Picoult, Small Great Things

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Peace

The National Weather Service cancelled the ice storm warning at noon today.  In its place, the NWS has now issued a dense fog advisory from 10:41 pm tonight (the time it was posted) until 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.  The cold ground and all the moisture from the melting ice and rain has us socked in.  Tomorrow’s forecast:  53 degrees with an 80 percent chance of thunderstorms.

I’m ready for some sunshine.

The freezing rain has moved out of our area and the ice storm warning has been lifted.  We were lucky to be on the northern edge of most of the freezing rain.  Springfield, MO had thunder ice–a rare meteorological event–resulting in many downed trees from the heavy ice accumulations.

Our forecast was for one-quarter to three-quarters inch of ice accumulation, and we had about one-half inch over the three days of the storm warning.  Each day, we had freezing rain after midnight and into the morning hours; then it stopped raining and warmed up just enough to make the ice drip and melt.  On Friday, we had a glazing; on Saturday, my meteorologist husband said we had 0.2 inches of ice; and today, we had about one-quarter inch of ice.  Total:  about one-half inch, but in three doses.  Much better than a single one-half inch accumulation!

I based my Saturday evening symphony attendance prediction on all the local closings over the weekend–many places just closed for 2-3 days right away–but I was (thankfully) wrong.  The roads were wet, but not icy, and we went to the concert for a wonderful performance of Dvořák’s New World Symphony.  The orchestra made it worth going out in the cold.

Saturday--ice on our hedge

Saturday–ice on our hedge and trees

Saturday's ice

Saturday’s ice–melted in the afternoon, then . . .

. . . followed by Sunday's ice

. . . followed by Sunday’s ice

Close-up view on Sunday

Close-up view on Saturday–already beginning to melt

The woods on Saturday

The woods on Saturday

New ice in the woods on Sunday

Repeat performance with fresh ice on Sunday

Yesterday we received New Year’s greetings from our (apparent) friends, Ron and Sarah.

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We’ve never seen or heard of these people!  They know us well enough to spell our last name correctly, and they included the S in the address so the card wouldn’t go to the folks who live at N.  They even got the ZIP code right, but they goofed on the city.   Maybe some day we’ll meet this nice-looking family.

The National Weather Service has issued an ice storm warning, effective from 9:00 am Friday (tomorrow) until noon Sunday.  Freezing rain with ice accumulations from 0.25-0.75 inches is forecast.  Damage to trees and power lines is expected.  It looks like we might find ourselves in the lower accumulation area, but the storm track could vary over time.  Even so, a quarter inch of ice is not good.

The evening TV news reported that MoDOT is busy treating roads in preparation for the freezing rain expected to arrive tomorrow morning, and citizens are flocking to the grocery stores.  According to the cancellations on the TV crawl, a lot of the area is shutting down from Friday through Sunday.  We have Saturday night symphony tickets.  I bet we won’t be going.

We are prepared to hunker down over the weekend.  We have some leftover meat from when the kids were here at Christmas, and are planning to eat it this weekend.  Ted went to the grocery store to buy a gallon of milk and some potatoes to go with the meat.  He said there was plenty of milk in stock, but this is what the bread aisle looks like.

"Then let them eat cake!" ~Marie Antoinette

Thom and Katie introduced Sefton Aron to us yesterday, January 11.  He weighed 8 lb. 4.5 oz. and was 21 in. long.  Mom, Dad, and baby are doing well.  Sefton is the patient type.  He was born nine days after his due date.  This gives us seven grandsons and still only one granddaughter.  Kyra retains her status as our favorite granddaughter.

I can’t wait to hold Sefton!  We’re going to Seattle February 1 to meet him. . . . and to see the rest of the family too–Julian, Thom, and Katie.

He's so cute!

He’s so cute!

Mommy loves him.

Mommy loves him.Daddy looks like he's got Sefton in an airplane.

Daddy and Sefton in an airplane?   (Or a birthing center.)Coming home.

Coming home.

Wehrenberg Theaters just started offering “$5 Movie Tuesdays.”  This might be in reaction to the long-running Regal Theater chain’s $5 Wednesday movies.  Wehrenberg, however, offers a bag of free popcorn for each ticket purchased, a perk not included at Regal.

Ted and I playfully wondered how the 46 oz. of popcorn would be measured.  Ounces can be a solid measure of weight (16 oz. = 1 lb.) or a liquid measure (16 oz. = 1 pint).  Since 46 oz. of liquid popcorn would be impossible, we assumed a measure of weight would be more likely and questioned whether the weight would be popped or unpopped corn–either being a huge amount of popcorn.  To cut the theater (and its advertising editors) a break, we decided it was probably reasonable to expect a container capable of holding 46 oz. of liquid (a little less than 1.5 quarts) to be filled with popcorn.

We would never eat that much popcorn together at a sitting, never mind one serving per ticket holder.  Still, imagine our surprise when we saw that the 46 oz. of free popcorn was handed to us in a bag with a volume slightly greater than that of a 12 oz. can!

46 oz? I think not.

46 ounces in that bag?  I think not.

I asked the server how they measured the 46 oz. and he told me that it’s a “new measurement” and is actually a “measure of value.”  So theaters can now set new measurement standards?  And what on earth is a “measure of value” in a food product?

Oh, well, the movie was good and that 46-ounce measure of value amount was plenty of popcorn for us to share as a snack.

Just wondering:  What if this is one of those ubiquitous editing errors I keep finding, and no one at Wehrenberg noticed it was supposed to read 4 point 6 oz. of free popcorn?  That certainly would have been closer to the actual measurement.

A few days ago, we almost had a private screening of Hidden Figures, but two people arrived just as the movie started.  Today, however, the theater was all ours for Fences, starring Denzel Washington.  Matinees are the way to go!

No one else in any of the seats

No one else in any of the seats

One year ago today, I posted my first blog.  Jeff helped me set up an account.  I asked him not to mention it to anyone until I tried it for a month, because I didn’t know if I’d want to keep doing it or not.  Over the past year, it has proved to be a good outlet for me.  I’m not a journal writer and I don’t want the whole world to read about my life on Facebook, but the blog format has been working well for me.  I’m really doing this for myself, but every now and then I get a comment or a compliment from one of my handful of readers.  It’s rewarding to know that they (you) enjoy at least some of what I post.

Thanks for giving me the idea, Thom; thanks for getting me set up, Jeff; and thanks to my readers for their feedback.  I’m started on Year Two.

Tonight we went to see Hidden Figures and almost had a private screening.  Just before the movie started, two other people joined us.  On a Sunday night, everyone else probably had to go to bed early to get up for work in the morning.

That's my scarf on the seat beside Ted.

That lump two seats left of Ted is my scarf.

The movie was excellent.  It was a true story about three African-American women working at NASA. These women served as the brains behind the launch of astronaut John Glenn into orbit, crossing all gender and race lines in the 1960s.  I recommend the movie, but I can’t promise you an (almost) private screening like we had.

Ted stopped at Huck’s today and noticed that the bargain price of the Bigg Swigg has gone up $0.001.  It’s not such a bargain any more.

Still less than a penny, but it used to be only .79¢

Still less than a penny, but it used to be only .79¢

Seriously, Huck’s marketing department missed the editing error twice??  At least they saved money by not reprinting the entire sign.

Today, every natural language that has words for colors identifies two to twelve basic colors.  English identifies eleven.  Do you know what they are?  If you want to quiz yourself, do it now, before reading the text below.  Hint:  Indigo is not one of them.

In early times, the only colors that were identified were bright (white) and dark (black).  As time went on, red became a recognized color.  The next two identified colors were green and yellow (or yellow, then green), followed by blue.  All languages that distinguish colors have these six colors.  Interestingly, these six colors roughly correspond to the sensitivity of the retinal ganglion cells.  This indicates that development of color identification might be related to biology.

Brown, orange, pink, purple, and gray were the next colors to appear as color names, but not in any particular order.  People started identifying pink and purple as colors from pinks (dianthus flowers) and from Tyrian purple, the dye that became the royal color (wearing the purple).  Orange is a color mystery.  Was the fruit named for the color, or the color for the fruit?  At this point, there’s no way of knowing.

The eleven colors identified in English are black, white, red, green, yellow, blue, brown, orange, pink, purple, and gray.  Italy, Greece, and Russia name azure as the twelfth color.  Other color names may be used in a language, but they are considered to be derivatives of the basic colors.  Languages and cultures are selective when deciding which hues to split into different colors, based on how light or dark they are.

“I learned this from the Grammarly blog” said grammar-nerd Diane, wearing a teal-colored shirt (derived from blue).

It's just that easy

 

It’s just that easy!  I’ve been working hard the past two weeks to get my training materials in order for the Indian teacher training.  I’ve spent at least five ten-hour days at the computer, synthesizing the ideas in my head, the notes I’ve made, and my research-based materials and putting them into a form that I hope the Indian teachers will find useful, informative, and fun.

(Most of the time) I did a very good job (for me) of stepping away from the computer every few hours.  I used to tell my students that taking a break clears your mind and helps you do a better job when you get back to work.  Guess what:  I was right!  I really did feel fresher after a 10-15 minute break.  It’s kind of like when, for a change, you do what the doctor tells you to do and then find out the doctor was right.

This is the day I gave up my old desk chair for a new one.  Not only is the cushion of the old chair getting harder each year, but the chair’s creaks and squeaks are getting louder.  Ted can hear the chair squeaking at the other end of the house when I move, and his hearing isn’t that good!  It’s getting annoying and uncomfortable, so Ted and I went shopping today and picked out something softer and quieter.

Pay $12 for the store to assemble the chair??!!  No way!!  I love to put things together (maybe inherited from my dad), so when we got the chair home, I immediately went to work.

"This can't be too hard," said Diane.

“This can’t be too hard,” said Diane, Allen wrench at hand.

Ted helped hold the back and seat together while I bolted them, then he fixed dinner while I worked to save the $12 assembly charge.  I also told the cashier I’d pass on the $36 two-year buyer protection plan and just be very careful when I use the chair.  Now I’m set for a (careful) day at the computer tomorrow while it snows.

Question:  What shall I do with the $48 I saved?

All finished. Mmm, comfy! (And no squeaks.)

All finished.  Mmm, comfy!  (And no squeaks.)

Where was waterproof fabric invented?

Clues:  A raincoat is called a mackintosh in Britain.  It rains a lot in Britain.  (Been there.  Experienced that.)  “Mac”-intosh.  (Scottish name.)

Right!  Charles Macintosh of Scotland invented rubberized fabric and first sold the coats in 1824.  Mackintosh (with a k) is the accepted alternate spelling for the coat.  Trust Google to commemorate this with a doodle.

 

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Now that calendars are 50 percent off, Ted and I stopped to buy one on our way home from lunch today.  We selected something with pictures we knew we’d enjoy for a year.  If your calendar tastes run in a different direction than ours, you might want to consider this one before it’s sold out.

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It was wonderful to have three of the kids and their families with us for the Christmas weekend.  Jeff’s family arrived for lunch on Friday; Kathy and Annette arrived for lunch on Saturday; and Kari’s family lives only 12-15 minutes away (depending on the traffic lights) and is on call to arrive at any time there’s fun on the schedule.

Naturally, we began the group activities with our time-honored tradition of lunch at Steak ‘n’ Shake.  SnS, based in Cape Girardeau, MO, used to be a small regional chain, and was quickly established as a favorite among our grandchildren.  It was also a favorite stop for Thom and Jeff, who couldn’t get those steakburgers in Colorado or Washington.  SnS has spread out over the years and is now available in a much wider area, but too late–it’s already a family tradition to start a group visit with lunch at SnS.  We must have had a new waitress this time.  La commented that the waitress went pale when we said there would be ten of us for lunch.  I missed her lack of facial coloring, but saw that she froze for a few seconds while processing that number.

Here we are at Steak 'n' Shake, with our menus at the ready, pondering which flavor shake to order.

Here we are at Steak ‘n’ Shake, with our menus at the ready, pondering which flavor shake to order.

Tedd;y has what he wants: the double chocolate brownie shake.

Teddy has what he wants:  the double chocolate brownie shake.

Another tradition of our family get-togethers is board games.  Some of us (Jeff and Kyra) are board-game-aholics; others of us, not so much.  Jeff usually has a new game the rest of us haven’t heard of, and it’s always something we enjoy while we play it together.  This year included a remarkable Michigan Rummy game.  The king/queen of hearts combination struck three times for payoffs (twice for Kyra and once for Ted) and the even more rarely played 6-7-8 combo struck twice–Ted hit it early in the game, and I won it on the last round.  By then, the container we use to hold all the chips on that spot was full to the top, making me the big winner with that single pot.

Jeff shows us his obligatory goofy photo face during a round of King of Tokyo, a new game for this visit.

After all these years of hosting family get-togethers with so many people eating with us every day for several days, I’ve become pretty good at finding recipes I can prepare ahead.  Then I only have to put them in the oven or the crock pot when it’s mealtime, minimizing my cooking time and maximizing my visiting time with the family.  Of course, I always have offers of help from everyone and they take turns helping with food prep, serving, and doing the dishes.  This year, Jeff and La’s family completely took over a Christmas brunch (prep, cooking, and dishes), and Kathy and Annette did the same for the Monday lunch.  Kari dedicated herself to helping me with all the evening dinners, and I felt like we had a well-oiled system, leaving all of us well-fed with plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company.

Of course, the highlight of Christmas weekend is the gift-opening.  It takes a long time for everyone to open gifts one at a time and then to show them to the group.  One or more of us sometimes gives the same gift to everyone, and we quickly begin to see a pattern after the first two people open an identical gift from the same family.  This year we tried opening gifts by family and it worked very well.  We all opened the things we got from Jeff’s family and showed them to everyone; then the gifts from another family; and so on.

The gifts are packed tightly under the tree and extend behind the tree on both sides.

The gifts are packed tightly under the tree and extend behind the tree on both sides.

Zack was thrilled with the gaming headphone and the gaming keyboard. He can now be a gaming superstar.

Zack was excited about receiving gaming headphones and a gaming keyboard.  He can now be a gaming superstar.

Aunt Kathy and Annette scored a hit with Star Wars caps for Dylan, Teddy, and Sky.

Teddy loves pigs and the big hit for him was two new pigs. Kari texted a photo of him sleeping with the big pig after her family went home. Notice the pig likes Teddy's new cap too.

Teddy loves pigs and was thrilled with his two new pigs.  Kari texted us a photo of him sleeping with the big pig after her family went home on Christmas Day.  Notice that the pig likes Teddy’s Star Wars cap too.

Dylan won the figurative gift presentation award and a literal round of applause when he described the gifts he had received.  I don’t remember which gifts he was describing, but it went like this:  “I got a (this) and a (that) and a (something else),” he began.  Then, holding up something in his hand, he finished with, “And I lost a tooth.”

Dylan with one less tooth than he had a few minutes ago.

Dylan with one less tooth than he had a few minutes ago.

We missed having Alex with us, but Christmas is one of the days he is able to call home.  Jeff’s family generously allowed all of us to share in the Google Hangouts conversation with Alex for about an hour.  It was fun to see him and to hear more details about his life than he is able to write in his weekly emails.  After a year, he is fluent in Spanish (except for a few fine points, he said) and we all got a kick out of the fact that his English now frequently includes a Spanish speech rhythm as well as a few Spanish-accented English words.

Sharing Christmas with Alex on a Google Hangouts video call.

Sharing Christmas with Alex on a Google Hangouts video call.

Now the Christmas family gathering is over.  Kathy and Annette left Monday afternoon and Jeff’s family left this morning.  Thom, Katie, and Julian were not able to join us, as Katie’s due date is January 2.  We talked to them by phone and are looking forward to getting a call from them very soon, letting us know if we’ll be meeting our seventh grandson or our second granddaughter when we go to visit them the first weekend of February.

Our still-growing family. Picture Thom, Katie, Julian and (?) with us.

Our still-growing family.  Picture Thom, Katie, Julian, and (?) with us.

Tonight, we completed our final pre-Christmas ritual:  we attended the Bach Society’s Candlelight Concert at Powell Hall.

All dressed up with someplace special to go

All dressed up with someplace special to go

This concert is the most popular Christmas concert in the St. Louis area and has been a tradition since 1951.  The concert includes the Bach Society orchestra and a 55-voice chorus.  It is beautiful, special, and inspiring.  This year, the highlighted musical selection was the Magnificat, Mary’s response to the news that she would be the mother of the Christ Child.  The orchestra director pointed out that it would be more appropriate to play this in March but, over the years, it has become associated with Christmas and the celebration of the birth of the Christ Child.

Powell Hall lobby decorated for Christmas

Powell Hall lobby decorated for Christmas

Powell Hall stage with orchestra and chorus getting ready to perform

Powell Hall stage with orchestra and chorus getting ready to perform

The second half of the program is comprised of well-known religious Christmas carols.  The stage lights dim and the chorus–each member holding a candle–enters the darkened auditorium from the back and walks down the aisles and around the seating sections of the auditorium until they have encircled the audience.  They sing all the while, so the music is all around us.  The adult chorus exits through the rear doors and the youth chorus (high school age kids) comes onstage in red robes, sings several carols, and exits.  Then the audience sings two carols with the accompaniment of the orchestra.  For the closing performance selection, both choruses enter from the rear and walk down all the aisles as they sing and re-group in a single line (150+ choristers) beginning on the stage and extending down along the outer walls of the auditorium.

The final carol of the evening, sung by the choristers and the audience, is Silent Night, during which both choruses walk into the aisles and again, surround the audience with music and candlelight.  When they finish Silent Night, the concert is over and the chorus members are in the auditorium.  They greet concert attendees as the attendees leave their seats and wish them a merry Christmas.  It’s a beautiful evening and puts us in the holiday spirit.

Just like Mary, we now anticipate the birth of the Christ Child.  Let Christmas begin (and end) with peace in our hearts.

May the peace of the Lord be with you.

May the peace of the Lord be with you.

In a previous post I mentioned a literary character whose outlook on winter and spring matches mine.  By March, the fictional character was rationalizing that “it’s practically summer.”  The winter solstice is over and, beginning today, the days are getting longer.  For me, it’s practically spring.

P.S.  I ignore Ted if he dares to mention that the coldest months of winter are still to come.  That doesn’t matter.

Think spring!

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Gasoline tanks unearthed from the QT next door to the old Paul’s Donuts shop (also demolished).

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Contradiction?  The small sign attached to the fence says “Danger–Hard Hat Area.”

All the holiday preparations in addition to our normal activities made yesterday a long day at the end of a long week.  I spent far too much time figuring out how to make my Christmas letter idea work.  By the time the light bulb came on with the simple solution, hours had passed and I knew the letter’s text by heart–a situation that has a negative effect on proofreading.

Ted and I finished the Christmas cards and letters job and had everything ready to mail when I decided to enjoy the letter and read it once more, just for pleasure.  And that’s when I saw the typo and knew we had to re-print and re-stuff all the letters.

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Today we went out for lunch to celebrate Ted’s birthday.  The venue was an easy choice, since he had a birthday coupon for a free lunch entreé.  It’s December, so it’s cold and there’s a very light drizzle that’s icing a little bit on the hard surfaces, but the food was warm and good and our hearts were warm and sunny.

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Yesterday, Ted watched Teddy, who wasn’t feeling well enough to go to school.  While they were sitting in the living room and petting the new cat, eight-year-old Teddy blurted out, “I just don’t get the Big Bang.  I mean, what started it?”

Since the scientific community has not yet definitively figured that out, maybe Teddy will be the one to do it.

In a previous post, I mentioned that they breed Packer fans in Wisconsin.  Today, my cousin proved my point when he posted a picture of his new granddaughter on Facebook.

Barely a month old and already dressed in Packer green and gold from head to toes.

Eleven weeks old and dressed in Packer green and gold from head to toes.

I rarely check my newspaper horoscope, but Ted solved the Sudoku puzzle and left the open page on the counter today.  Imagine my surprise when I saw I was going to have a five-star day filled with “wild scenarios” and will need to go with more of my “flights of fancy.”

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In Spring 1967, when I was in college, I bought a four-year-old sewing machine, including the cabinet, for $100 and have been using it ever since.  I’ve often thought of replacing my sewing machine, but I don’t sew nearly as much as I used to, so I couldn’t justify the cost.

Two weeks ago, I was altering a pair of trousers and reached my limit.  Fabrics have evolved a great deal since 1967, and my 53-year-old machine left me extremely dissatisfied with my results.  I told Ted it felt like asking him to make a weather forecast for this weekend using only the tools he had in the 1970s when a three-day forecast was a new idea–it can be done, but not without challenges and the certainty that you could have done much better using today’s updated models and tools.  I decided the time had come for a new sewing machine.

I thought, researched, and shopped, and today I took the plunge and bought a new sewing machine and a serger, with the option to buy a cover stitch machine at a later date if I decide I need one.  I’m betting the new machines will make the remainder of my trouser alteration project easier and will produce better results.

My trusty 52-year-old sewing machine. It never needed a repair.

My trusty 53-year-old sewing machine.  It never needed a repair.

Yes, it is billed as "the greatest sewing machine ever built." I can't disagree.

From my old machine’s instruction manual.  Notice that it is billed as “the greatest sewing machine ever built.”  I can’t disagree.Sewing machine on the left; its case in the back; serger on the right.

My new sewing machine on the left; its case in the back; the serger on the right.And my old one could bring $450 on eBay. Yes, I have all those original pieces.

It looks like my old $100 sewing machine could bring $425 on eBay.  Yes, I have all those original pieces.

Last night, we were able to attend Teddy’s school Christmas concert.  They always have such cute songs in the elementary school programs that I thoroughly enjoy the concerts.

This year, the story line was about a dog who wanted to sing with the choir, but could only howl out of tune.  The other choir members didn’t want the dog in the group, until one of them thought of the perfect songs they could sing so that everyone (even the dog) could be a part of the Christmas spirit.

It was a happy ending to the story–except for Teddy, who thought there should have been some cookies for all those weeks of practicing the songs.

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Teddy is on the left, at two o’clock, above the head of the lady in the bright blue shirt.

Our favorite elf.

Our favorite elf.

It’s starting to seem very real that John and I will be going to India eight weeks and two days from now (February 9-18).  I got my typhoid and hepatitis A shots this morning and the prescription for my malaria prevention medication will be called out later today.

I’m not much of a shopper.  I like to have a list of what I’m going to buy; go directly to the store, aisle, and shelf where it’s located; make my selection; and leave.  A friend of mine once told me that when she enters a store, the merchandise whispers “Buy me, buy me” to her.  I told her that when I enter a store, the voices tell me “Go home.  You don’t belong here.”

That said, Ted and I went Christmas shopping on Main Street in the Historic District of St. Charles over the weekend.  We were very successful in our shopping, which probably took an hour or so, and then we spent over three hours walking around and enjoying all the holiday activities offered in this pretty, historic, 16-block business district, with its specialty shops and restaurants.

The Historic District dates back to the 1600s and is a year-round tourist destination.  Over the holidays, however, it’s an exceptionally special and unique place to visit.  The afternoon begins with a parade of all the performing period characters and groups.  There are Santas (or versions thereof) dressed to represent international personas of him from many countries, and historic characters in period dress.  The Santas and historic characters walk the sidewalks all afternoon and mingle with the shoppers, telling stories about who and what they represent.  Carolers perform at the Main Street gazebo as a group, and in trios and quartets as they walk around the District, also in historic dress.  A drum and fife corps regularly marches and plays its way up and down Main Street.  Restaurants and kiosks offer hot chocolate and freshly-baked cookies in a $2.00 combo, and the mood of the shoppers–and shopkeepers–is genial, not harassed.

On December 24, the final parade (led by Santa and the Mrs.) goes to the bandstand on the riverfront (the block behind Main Street) and wishes all those gathered a merry Christmas.  At the close of the short ceremony, Mr. and Mrs. Claus get into their sleigh and head home so Santa can begin delivering gifts.

I took pictures as we shopped and wandered and, when we got home, Ted and I agreed that shopping at the mall was fine, but shopping on Main Street was fun.

The carolers singing beside the sidewalk.

Some of the carolers singing beside the sidewalk.

Father Christmas (English) told us that in England, "merry" means "drunk," so it is more polite to wish people a "happy Christmas."

Father Christmas (English) told us that in England, “merry” means “drunk”; therefore, in England, it is more appropriate to wish people a “happy Christmas.”The jester appropriately posed for me when he saw my camera.

The jester struck a pose for me when he saw my camera.Here comes the drum and fife corps.

Here comes the drum and fife corps.This might be a modern Santa. I don't think it's a "period" motorcycle. Notice the trimmings on the shops in the background. The whole street is decorated like this.

This might be a modern Santa.  I’m quite sure this is not a “period” motorcycle.  Notice the trimmings on the shops in the background.  The entire district is decorated like this.Just as the shops are closing, there's a final choral performance by the period characters at the Main Street gazebo.

Just as the shops were closing, there was a final choral performance by the historic characters at the Main Street gazebo.As it got dark, the holiday lights came on.

As it got dark, the holiday lights came on.Some of the decorated trees along the Missouri riverfront.

These are some of the decorated trees in Frontier Park along the Missouri Riverfront, just behind the Main Street shops.