Sunday, December 13, 2009
Money was tight so Christmas ornament making was what we did. Nobody could throw away the juice can lids, the summer of 1986. I punched designs into the tin with a nail and a hammer on a wooden board while the kids splashed in the backyard wading pool. By September, I had enough rolls of ribbon to start hot gluing the outside border. When December came along, there were ninety six ornaments waiting in a box for all the children in my children's classes to receive as a gift.
This old house is getting sleepy and the tin ornament shines brightly. Was it two years ago I ran into a handsome and very tall man who checked me out at the hardware store? He was thrilled to tell me that he still had his ornament I made for him. "Daniel?!" I said. How time flies and kids grow up so quickly. They were good years, happy years, sad years, hard years, but my years. I like the over stuffed tree with dad's garden statice in purples, pinks and white with a touch of dried sage from my own garden. Who cares that the panty hose mice have glass beaded eyes that are too big. It isn't Hallmark, it's Jorgensen.