But Mary kept all these things,
and pondered them in her heart.
At Christmas time, my thoughts always turn to Mary. My first child was born close to Christmas and, while we were stalled at a rail crossing on the way to the hospital, I thought of Mary. I was so thankful I wasn’t riding a donkey. While I was admitted to the hospital, I thought of Mary being cold and hungry with no place to rest in comfort. I cringed at the thought of going through labor and delivery in the conditions described in the Bible. Mary was made of sterner stuff than I am. Ever since then, motherhood and Christmas have been inextricably linked in my mind.
Speaking of mothers, the rocker in the photo was my mother’s. I bought it for her as a Christmas gift with my first Navy paycheck 50 years ago. Sitting in Mama’s chair is Maisey, my grandmother’s doll. Grandma got her for Christmas 130 years ago (here’s a link to that story). As I decorated the tree last weekend (and shoveled snow), I thought of Mary and Mama and Grandma.
Absolutely gorgeous photograph. I am from Vermont and I liked this very much. Thank you.
Mary Shue said:
I love your stories, Katherine. They always allow me to remember appreciated and loved things of my own that I have forgotten. Merry Christmas and hugs.
I love your friendship, Mary. Thank you for your inspiration.
Victoria Kline said:
Merry Christmas Katherine. Thanks for sharing the stories. Does the rug under the rocker have a history?
The rug does have a history. My grandma braided it out of fabric scraps she gleaned from discarded clothes.