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The Sisters’ First Christmas …

Patty and Debbie became sisters on Nov 6, 1966 but they did not meet until Dec 21, 1966.

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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 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.

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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, my favorite Christmas picture of Patty and Debbie…

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Merry Christmas to my girls and my family <3


Santa Claus and Friends …

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In 1999 my daughter Patty painted this for her sister Deb for her birthday.  All the pups and kittens have Vineyard names.  Mark (Chilmark), Edgar (Edgartown), Tizzy(Tisbury), Buffy (Oak Bluffs), Martha, Vinny, Chappy(Chappaquiddick) and Katy(Katama) to name a few.

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When Deb received this she still had Katy, her first Boykin Spaniel,  represented  here by the dark brown pup Santa’s holding in his right arm.

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The following Christmas Katy had since died and we had Chappy.   When we took out the sculpture at Christmas time Deb took a look at it and gasped… “oh no, Chappy’s a kitten.”  With a few strokes of her paint brush Patty changed Chappy from a kitten to the little brown dog on Santa’s right boot.  All was well.

The details are incredible… Patty did a fantastic job.

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This has become one of the family’s favorite Christmas decorations.


My Grands, Past and Present …

Tiffany and Tyler 1989 ~ 1998

My creation

2012

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My Girls, Past and Present …

Patty & Debbie – Christmases past…

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Debbie & Patty now..

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My Only Vineyard Christmas …

To my recollection there is only one time in my life that I spent Christmas on the Vineyard. I was probably around 5 or 6 and my mother and I went to MV to be with my godparents.

Edward and Gertrude Norris (Nana and Pop) were my godparents. They lived part of the year in their house in Oak Bluffs which is where I spent my childhood summers. The other part of the year they lived in Newark, NJ downstairs in the same house we lived in. They were the most important people in my life besides my parents. They never had children of their own and they thought of us as their family. I’m not sure of the actual connection to them except that Nana was my grandmother’s best friend when she moved to the Vineyard. When my mother graduated from high school on MV she moved to Newark, NJ to live with them and to find work.

And so one Christmas when Nana and Pop were elderly, having health problems and living year round on the Vineyard and missing us my mother decided she and I should go and spend Christmas with them. I was too young to realize this might be the last Christmas for one or both of them, all I knew was that I was going to wake up Christmas morning ON THE VINEYARD. How great would that be. The only glitch was that my dad couldn’t get off work to come with us but he insisted we go. Talk about being torn.

I seem to remember there was a dusting of snow on Christmas morning… even if there wasn’t, it’s my memory and I can enhance it a tad if need be. There were presents… one in particular I remember because I asked for it every year. A nurses kit. It was a white square box with a red cross on the side. Inside were band-aids, gauze bandages, a wooden thermomenter and a stethescope, a name tag… and the most important article.. a nurses cap. I spent the most of the morning bandaging people up whether they wanted to be or not.

All of a sudden I heard a faint knock on the front door !! I ran to open it and let out a shriek… it was my dad standing there with a big smile and a shirt box. A shirt box !! Yes indeed that’s all he had with him. No suitcase. No duffle bag. Just a shirt box with a couple of clean shirts and other essentials inside it. He liked to travel light.

It turned out to be one of the most wonderful Christmases of my childhood.

A few years ago I found this letter that my Pop had written to me for my 6th birthday. After Nana died he pretty much lived alone except for the two summer months we spent with him. I loved to listen to his stories of working on the steamships in Massachusetts and later being a bank guard in NJ. Pop couldn’t walk without the aid of a cane and even then couldn’t walk far, certainly no further than the front or back yard. Almost everyday we’d have our lunch together under a tree in the backyard and then in the evening we’d listen to the radio together. He liked programs like ‘The Shadow’ which scared the bejeebers out of me and made it hard for me to walk down the dark and seemingly endlessly long hall to my upstairs bedroom. The hardest part of my summers was saying good-bye to him… I wouldn’t cry in front of him but the tears spilled out of my eyes the moment we left the house. I still find it sad and emotional to leave the Vineyard and I’m sure those moments from long ago have a bearing on it.

I am blessed to have the memories of that one Christmas on Martha’s Vineyard and of Nana and Pop, two people who were such an important part of my life.


Thank You …

Thanksgiving is a week away but I’m thinking today of the person to whom I am thankful for bringing Martha’s Vineyard into my life, and the lives of my family.

My mom, Maude Louise Littlefield Freeman.

Born March 11, 1907 in Waterville, Maine but raised on MV and through her we’ve all come to love the Vineyard.

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Mom and me 1946.

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   Little did she know when she set me down on this beach in Oak Bluffs  for the first time in 1943 what an important and life defining moment it was.  CLICK HERE for more about my mom.

Same beach 2010

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Passing the Vineyard to new generations is a tradition for lots of families and mine is no different.

  Here at State Beach in Oak Bluffs in the early evening one May is my daughter Deb and her dog Chappy.

My daughter Patty and son-in-law Mike at Aquinnah.

  The next generation appears.  My grandchildren Tiffany and Tyler at Edgartown lighthouse in 1996 during their first trip to the Vineyard.   It was the month of May, not swimming weather but good for collecting shells and rocks and seeing the ocean for the first time.

My entire family has been to MV with me at one time or another but never all of us at the same time. That’s okay though as the Vineyard is a different experience depending on who I’m there with.

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I hope she knows how grateful we all are to her for the gift of the Vineyard she gave to us…. thank you Mom

This post was prompted by a ‘small world’ cyberspace meeting this week with someone with ties not only to the Vineyard but to my mom. Thank you B for urging me to dig out old photographs and stories to share.


When I’m 64 …

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This is Fluffy.   He is 64 years old this year.  I’ve had him since I was around 8 years old.  Fluffy came from Germany, he used to be completely covered in rabbit fur but over the years a lot of it has been petted away.  Fluffy is a little hard of hearing as one of  his ears falls off  from time to time.  He is my dearest childhood possession.

Fluffy sort of has a Vineyard connection… but doesn’t almost everything in my life :)  Ethel Souweine, who was a relative of my mother’s lived on Massasoit Ave in Oak Bluffs.   Her two sons, William and Leon, and her daughter Vivian Carole were all in the army in the 1940’s and 50’s.  Every time one of them would be stationed in, or visit a foreign country, they would bring back a toy for me and for their niece Carolee.   Fluffy was one of those gifts.

Look at that face … his eyes look so real to me.

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Nowadays Fluffy lives with the other animals and dolls in a comfy basket on a trunk.  They’re a very close group

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Fluffy doesn’t get out much but a case of wanderlust hit him the other day and he thought it would be fun to surprise Chappy by visiting him.

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Seeing eye-to eye and nose-to-nose.

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After exchanging pleasantries for awhile Fluffy decided to nap before his trip back to his basket family.

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Back home with the gang.

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Maybe an upcoming post on some of the other basket gang members.


I Can Bake ! …

It took me 51 years but I finally made a cake from scratch.  Why did it take this long?  I’m not sure… laziness, thought it was too hard or time consuming… I could think of a lot of excuses.. and did.

For my daughter Deb’s recent birthday and I wanted to surprise her with something she would not expect… and a homemade cake would definitely be that.

So, I gathered my stuff together and began my new experience.

This ‘new picture’ Betty Crocker Cook Book by the way isn’t all that new.  It was given to me by my dad 51 years ago.  You can tell by the loose binding that it has been used, even by me from time to time.

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I decided to make a pound cake in a bundt pan.

I mixed all ingredients, well, except for one which I couldn’t find in the pantry and figured it wasn’t all that important … how much of a difference could a tsp of baking powder make anyway.   Whirr, whirr, scrape, pour… it was actually looking pretty good… I felt encouraged.

 I even melted some chocolate to add to the pound cake…  thought it would give it some oomph and who doesn’t like at least of dash of chocolate in a cake.

Got the cake in the pan and polished off what was left of my coffee…by then I was exhausted.

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I only peeked at the cake once during the hour it was in the oven.  It was rising and browning so I was encouraged.    Tah dah… it was done… now to see if it would come out of the cake pan in one piece !  Tah dah again… yay… it did.   Applause, applause.

Look at that, isn’t it beautiful…. see how happy and pleased I am with myself.

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It was another hour or so until Debbie came home… it was hard for me to control my anxiety.  I knew she’d be surprised but would she like it ?  Time would tell.

She did look surprised.   A beautiful cake yet to be tasted but certainly making a good impression.  Looks like a birthday cake now that it had candles on it.   And finally, the taste test !  The consensus was that it was good… maybe could have been a little taller but I like to think of it as a petite pound cake.

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It was a success and, don’t tell anyone, but I might even do it again.  I said might :)


Still Unexplained …

I repost this post almost every year as it touches me deeply.

My daughter Deb is a twin. Sadly her sister Susan was only here for a few hours.

One of my favorite pictures of Debbie (age 3)

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Katy (Katama) was Deb’s first Boykin Spaniel. She was the first dog to go on vacation with Deb and me, no big surprise that it was to MV. Katy left us after 20 months and we feel that she’s now with Susan.  Here’s Deb with Katy at Sengekontacket Pond on Martha’s Vineyard.

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My creation

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Chappy (Chappaquiddick) was Deb’s next Boykin Spaniel.  Here they are enjoying the window seat at the inn we were staying at in Oak Bluffs.

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We took lots of pictures of Chappy’s first trip to the Vineyard, especially on the beach and in the water. He really enjoyed splashing about and barking at waves. These pictures show a little of his fun at the beach.

 

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And then there’s this picture:

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Is this a double exposure, or is it Deb and Chappy with Susan and Katy ? You be the judge.  Just let me say that my camera, not a digital one, had never, until that day, taken a double exposure and never did so afterwards.

Happy Halloween !!!


Mine And Mom’s …

I’ve done a lot of these counted cross stitch maps of the Vineyard. Each one has been for a special person.   This particular one was for my daughter Patty for Christmas 2008.   Imagine my surprise when I looked in a long forgotten box and found the one below done by a very special person in my life…

… my mother.  She must have done this over 80 years ago and it is in amazingly good condition.  Thank you mom for a beautiful surprise.

Turns out we both did Gay Head Lighthouse as well …

Hers which has the lighthousekeepers house attached to it…

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mine..

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…which is part of the 5 lighthouses of Martha’s Vineyard

 

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