We spent this weekend at the ranch, always a fun place to be. Walt's side of the family was celebrating Christmas...the last few years they've invited "outsiders" from the community for a big Christmas party, and requested that everyone donate hats and scarves and mittens for the kids in Wagoner who would otherwise go without.
I happened to mention to Linda that the kids in our neighborhood were out in the snow with bare hands and no hats, and no scarves, and how Walt had suggested I whip up some mittens for them (a disaster) and resorting to wrapping their hands and feet in plastic bags with rubber bands around the top to keep them dry, and wrapping scraps of fleece around their necks for scarves. She immediately insisted that I pick out items for each of the kids. At first my pride wanted to refuse, but then I thought "how silly, to refuse clothes for these kids that we love." And I made a list of all the kiddos and picked out my favorites from the bags of goodies for them.
So far Tim Tim is the only one who has come to visit, and received his Christmas present. He didn't even question why or where they had come from, just said, "Well, I don't know...but I keep getting boxes of stuff, and I don't know where it's coming from..." as he tried to put his fingers into the gloves. I don't think he knew how at first...his hands were so cold, he was sitting out on our porch with just jeans and a sweatshirt on, the hood pulled up over his head. He was so delighted with his new winter wear!
I can hardly wait to give the rest of them out...especially Sky's little strawberry hat. Sky, who once quipped "I just took a bath in a rainbow, and it was wonderful!" on a day without a cloud in the sky, much less a rainbow. Sky, who twirls and spins in her hand-me-down cast off dresses and brags about her "new dress" to anyone who will listen, and bemoans the fact that she is still to young to learn to knit, and states emphatically "But I must learn to knit, I MUST!"
And her brother Ozzie, who is one of our favorites, and the youngest of the crew. He's just over four years old, and somehow escapes his own backyard quite frequently and makes it over to our front porch. My first introduction to Ozzie was when he escaped out the front door and couldn't quite figure out how to get back inside. He was three, and naked. And it was Sunday morning. And we live on church street.
I happened to mention to Linda that the kids in our neighborhood were out in the snow with bare hands and no hats, and no scarves, and how Walt had suggested I whip up some mittens for them (a disaster) and resorting to wrapping their hands and feet in plastic bags with rubber bands around the top to keep them dry, and wrapping scraps of fleece around their necks for scarves. She immediately insisted that I pick out items for each of the kids. At first my pride wanted to refuse, but then I thought "how silly, to refuse clothes for these kids that we love." And I made a list of all the kiddos and picked out my favorites from the bags of goodies for them.
So far Tim Tim is the only one who has come to visit, and received his Christmas present. He didn't even question why or where they had come from, just said, "Well, I don't know...but I keep getting boxes of stuff, and I don't know where it's coming from..." as he tried to put his fingers into the gloves. I don't think he knew how at first...his hands were so cold, he was sitting out on our porch with just jeans and a sweatshirt on, the hood pulled up over his head. He was so delighted with his new winter wear!
I can hardly wait to give the rest of them out...especially Sky's little strawberry hat. Sky, who once quipped "I just took a bath in a rainbow, and it was wonderful!" on a day without a cloud in the sky, much less a rainbow. Sky, who twirls and spins in her hand-me-down cast off dresses and brags about her "new dress" to anyone who will listen, and bemoans the fact that she is still to young to learn to knit, and states emphatically "But I must learn to knit, I MUST!"
And her brother Ozzie, who is one of our favorites, and the youngest of the crew. He's just over four years old, and somehow escapes his own backyard quite frequently and makes it over to our front porch. My first introduction to Ozzie was when he escaped out the front door and couldn't quite figure out how to get back inside. He was three, and naked. And it was Sunday morning. And we live on church street.
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I'm so glad you are a neighboring mother to all of those kids
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