I was going in a totally different direction with ‘stacked’ until I folded dishtowels to bring to the kitchen and decided to do..tah dah, kitchen stacks 🙂 I think the yellow and white tea-for-ones are clever in that the yellow one has a flat top for the rounded top one to sit on.
Valentine’s has a special meaning for me, it’s the day I entered the world __ years ago 🙂 I think especially this year we need to be aware of the love in our world. Simple pleasures like fresh flowers, chocolates shaped like hearts (or any shape), and as much as we’re all tired of snow storm after snow storm the beauty of fresh fallen snow as a back drop for a tulip photo shoot is so pretty. Celebrate the love in your world, in your heart.
The Old First Presbyterian Church, the oldest church in Newark, NJ was established in 1666 by the founders of Newark, NJ. My 10 times great-grandfather Robert Treat from Bradford, CT was one of the founders of Newark and member of this church. It wasn’t until 2018 when I joined a walking tour of Newark that I found out the history of the church and my connection to it.
1644 Org. Brandford, Connecticut – 1666 Robert Treat Leads Settlement (my 10th times gr grandfather) – 1668 First Meeting House – 1745 Church Temporal Rule Ends – 1748 Princeton’s 1st Commencement – 1753 Charter From King George II – 1775 British loot manse – 1791 Present (3rd) Church dedicated – 1952 Chapel & (4th) Parish House.
Among the noted pastors of the Church was its 7th pastor from 1736-1755, the Rev Aaron Burr Sr father of Aaron Burr Jr, the 3rd Vice President.
One of these days I hope to get back there and take a tour of the inside of the church.
If you’re interested in the history of the Old First Presbyterian Church of Newark, NJ CLICK HERE
I saw this sculpture a few years ago at Garden For Sculpture in Hamilton, New Jersey. I think this is one of the most emotional sculpture I’ve seen. What is their story? Are they re-uniting or parting? Look into her eyes, do you see joy or sorrow? Are they in a secluded spot for a reason? The possibilities of their story are endless.
If you’re ever in NJ and looking for a delightful way to spend the day visit the Grounds For Sculpture, you won’t be sorry. And don’t forget to look for the hidden art !https://www.groundsforsculpture.org/
Ironically I did a post yesterday about my red waterless amaryllis…
Before last year I had never heard of a waterless amaryllis.
The collage below shows the growth from day 1 to day 20… left to right starting at top row. The last picture is my red amaryllis with the white one my daughter had at her office which she brought home over the Christmas holidays. The white ones are taller. This has been so rewarding watching this flower bloom with just a bit of sunlight and no other care at all. Unfortunately as of today, January 11 it is pretty much finished blooming and won’t bloom again. But for the time it was here it brought a lot of enjoyment and beauty. I’ll definitely do this again next year.
My calendar I created for 2021. Here’s to a fresh new year and all the possibilities it holds.
The sisters first Christmas, 54years ago.
Patty and Debbie became sisters on Nov 6, 1966 but they did not meet until Dec 21, 1966.
Patty was almost 2 1/2 when Debbie was born. Deb, who was due the end of December arrived 7 weeks early and didn’t come home from the hospital until Dec 21, the first day of winter, 1966.
As you can see from the picture Patty was delighted and happy to be a big sister. Debbie, I’m sure was happy to finally be home.
Patty was a terrific big sister right from the beginning. She helped me take care of Debbie and when I would give Deb her bottle Patty and her new dolly would join us. Her doll was almost the same size as Deb, Debbie had been only 3 lbs when she was born and had to be 5 lbs before she could come home… so yes, she and the doll were almost the same size.
Since it was so close to Christmas when Deb came home I wanted her to be a surprise to her grandparents when they arrived on Christmas morning. Patty was under instructions from Santa Claus not to tell anyone that her new sister was home, and since the request was coming from the big guy himself she didn’t utter a word to anyone.
However… my mother called one evening and just at that moment Debbie, who was in the same room with me, began to cry. Oh oh. My mother asked if that was a baby and I said no. She said she didn’t believe me. She asked again… ‘is that baby home from the hospital?’ I said yes but that I had wanted to keep her a surprise until Christmas. My mother kept her composure but I could hear the crack in her voice when she said how happy she was, but that we shouldn’t tell my father… let him be surprised on Christmas morning.
So Christmas morning arrived, along with a 24 hour stomach bug which hit me pretty hard. I managed to get out of bed long enough to greet my parents at the door. Patty was all bubbly and happy to see her grandparents and they were showering her with plenty of attention.
Then my dad glanced at the tree. He looked closer. I could see his eyes moisten when he realized that the baby in the baby carrier under the tree was NOT a doll but his new granddaughter Debbie. My dad wasn’t one to let his emotions out or show on his face… but he did that morning.
It was definitely a very merry, happy and blessed Christmas that year.
Christmas morning 6 years later in 1972, my favorite Christmas picture of Patty and Debbie…
Merry Christmas everyone and especially to my girls ❤ ❤