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The first Wednesday Hodgepodge in December thanks to Joyce From This Side of the Pond.
1. What does it mean to have the ‘holiday spirit’?
I would say to be engaged, aware and a participant in what the holiday offers in small or large ways!
On a scale of 1-10 how is yours this year? (10=off the charts, 1=still looking for it)
I land at about an 8 most years.
2. What’s your favorite character from a (December) holiday-themed movie, book, or TV special? Tell us why.
One of the favorites is ‘A Christmas Carol’. I’ll choose Bob Cratchit as my favorite character. Why? He is a noble character who is loyal to his family and a trustworthy human.
3. Do you like gingerbread? Are gingerbread houses part of your holiday tradition?
I do enjoy gingerbread but it is not part of our holiday tradition and neither are gingerbread houses. Our church is having a gingerbread house making contest for families this year. It will be fun to see what the family units come up with.
4. Much of our vocabulary is determined by where we live or where we grew up. What say you-
sprinkles or jimmies? lightning bugs or fireflies? soda or pop? sneakers, trainers, or tennis shoes? sub, hoagie, grinder, or hero? freeway, highway, or motorway? frosting or icing? sauce or gravy?
Sprinkles, fireflies, soda, tennis shoes, sub, freeway, frosting, gravy
5. Share a favorite holiday memory from your childhood.

Christmas caroling with our youth group is a favorite memory. Our caroling started at an apartment building just a couple doors down from our church in Los Angeles. Our Babushka and several other widows lived in this apartment building so it was a good place to start. We’d all stand on the grass below their upper floor apartments and sing the carols. We left from there with tangerines and other treats from the Babushkas. Loading up in a few cars, we’d head to nursing homes where some of our Russian church members resided. From there we traveled to a few select homes. At all of our stops we sang in Russian and English. Our last stop of the night turned into the party house for the rest of the evening. When we’d make it home late on Christmas Eve, we’d see our mom at her sewing machine finishing our Christmas dresses for church on Christmas morning. We always had a new outfit for Christmas and for Easter, too. We were in church on Christmas whether it landed on a Sunday or not. Tradition was that we’d have a regular joyful Christmas service in the morning and our Christmas Evening service was when our choir would perform a Cantata.
6. Insert your own random thought here.
Speaking of our Babushka’s apartment at 3000 East 8th avenue in Los Angeles, California….

On Christmas morning our family and our cousins and others would make a stop at our Babushka’s apartment for Christmas baked treats before our church service. This would be our Christmas breakfast. Apartment #10 has many cherished memories.


Me and my ‘Little Babushka’ on Greg and my wedding day, December 6th, 1974. We are currently in Coeur d’Alene Idaho enjoying an overnight stay to celebrate our 51st Anniversary. I’ll be slow in getting around to visit.
Happy Birthday, dear Laura, on your actual day! We love you, we love you, we love you!
After Christmas day we had two and a half more days filled with full family fun before our Western kids made the trek across the state and over a major mountain pass home.

Thursday morning after Christmas day we had our traditional Swedish Pancake breakfast with little smokies. Greg is the cook for this meal and we appreciate his efforts!

It’s a nice casual morning for the rest of us. After breakfast the party shifted to Bayles Mountain for the rest of the day and evening. Usually there would be sledding involved on this day but for 2024 we didn’t get a white Christmas.

Many new ‘toys’ were enjoyed by everyone.


Hardy Boys books are the current favorites.


Gramps and Baba left for home before it was time for Some-mores.

On Friday we all met for lunch at the new Mexican Restaurant in town. Friday was Katie’s birthday so in the afternoon Greg made his famous Tomato Rice Soup for dinner and I baked a cake. Jamie baked three different loaves of Sourdough bread to enjoy with the soup, plain, rosemary garlic, and siracha!

This year the cake was a lemon cake with lemon curd filling and lemon frosting.

After dinner and cake a new game was played that had us roaring with laughter during some key moments!

Some teams of players were involved.


It was a full rich day and everyone retired with plans to meet up for one more hoorah before travelers headed home on Saturday morning and afternoon.
Hope you all had a good New Year’s Day. We laid low and watched the parade, some games and had some long distance conversations with family.
Joyce has a brand new set of Hodgepodge questions for a brand new year. Thank you, Joyce, and Happy New Year everyone! Happy 2025!
1. Oxford’s Word of the year for 2024 is ‘brain rot’. Are you familiar with this term? Do you suffer from the condition? Ha! This is a term used to ‘capture concerns about the impact of consuming excessive amounts of low-quality online content, especially on social media’. If you were choosing a word to capture 2024 (for the nation/world, not your own life personally) what word would you choose?
I have to be honest and admit that I am suffering from brain rot because of smart phones, computers, and social media. It is easy to get into the habit of using my phone or computer for everything. I want to read more good books in 2025 and master some good questions to engage friends and loved ones into good conversations.
My pick for a phrase to capture 2024 for our nation would be ‘from downhill to hope’.
2. It’s National Polar Bear Plunge Day (January 1)…will you be participating in one of these events (or even your own)? How will you spend the first day of this brand new year? Do you have a traditional New Year’s Day menu?
No plunging in the frigid waters for me but some of our kids do that more than just on the 1st. No traditional menus for New Year’s Day. Because I grew up in Southern California I got into the habit of watching the Rose Parade and and the Rose Bowl game on New Year’s Day. There were even years that I enjoyed both in person.
3. What’s something that brings you joy and how will you do more of it in this new year?

Spending time with family whenever we can brings me joy and I will do as much as is possible in the new year.
4. Do you struggle with the January blues? What’s one thing you can/will do to keep them at bay?
Thankfully, I do not suffer much from the blues. We have several family birthdays in January and I will concentrate on being thankful for these family members and celebrating them which will keep those blues at bay.
5. Will you choose your own personal word of the year for 2025? What about a goal, resolution, or maybe even a bucket list? Elaborate as much or as little as you like.
No personal word but some of the same old goals like losing some pounds which means eating less and exercising more. A new devotional with a reading the Bible plan as part of it is on my desk.
Bucket list is always about adding a place to travel to. We already have airfare purchased for Dallas but where else will we go, LORD willing. Still pondering that.
6. Insert your own random thought here.
Another antique postcard Happy New Year Greetings to you all.
On Christmas Eve after our Church service our Colville kids got ready for Santa’s arrival.


They enjoyed Christmas morning on their own before Jamie’s family arrived for Christmas breakfast and gift exchange.
We were at our home preparing for Christmas dinner and waiting for our westside and Colville kids to arrive for our festivities.
Our westside kids pulled into the driveway minutes apart at 2:13 and 2:26 on Christmas day.
Our Colville kids headed to our place at about 2:51. By 3:15 we were all together and ready for our Christmas Meal.

Gramps read the Christmas story from the Bible in Luke 2 while we waited for the Yorkshire Pudding to cook. After our prayer for our meal we served up our Prime Rib, Yorkshire Pudding, Creamed Corn, Roasted Vegetables, and Brussels Sprouts salad and enjoyed this once a year treat together.
Before dessert we opened stockings and presents.






After all the presents were opened it was time for dessert.

Jamie with some inspiration from Addy and JJ made a Happy Birthday Cake for Jesus with a chocolate creche and marshmallow and candy Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, Shepherd, sheep, shepherd crooks (candy canes), and the three wise men still on their journey.


Happy Birthday, Jesus!

We also enjoyed the Russian Roolyet (nut roll) that we (Jamie, Addy, JJ and me) made on Monday afternoon.
After dessert we took photos and enjoyed playing with some of the gifts.










We enjoyed every minute with each other and we made plans for our traditional breakfast on Boxing day before our Colville kids headed home for the night and our household retired for the evening. It is always a treat to have our guest bedrooms full with our children from the Westside.
More posts coming for our Boxing day adventures, Katie’s birthday, and our Saturday finale before our westside kids traveled over the mountains for home.

On Monday afternoon Jamie and the Grands came over to do a little baking. I remembered to take a few photos.

First up was making our mom’s Roolyet, Russian nut roll.


Icing cookies and adding sprinkles was next on the agenda. We also made Russian Tea Cookies that look like snowballs.


I got some help with this puzzle while they were here and I had to finish it up on Christmas Eve since I wanted to set the table for Christmas dinner.


On Christmas Eve the table was set early for our Christmas dinner. On Christmas day our west side kids were driving over the mountains and through the valleys to meet up with our Colville kids and us for dinner and stockings.






Stockings were all hung and ready for Santa. He has to be creative to since we don’t have a fireplace.

We’ve enjoyed hearing from friends and family near and far!
Christmas Eve we attended the candlelight service at our church and had a quiet evening with our feet up anticipating lots of standing and prepping of the Christmas meal on Christmas Day.
It’s always a joy when we see the two cars from the west pull into our driveway along with the car from just 8 miles away in the East.
Hope your Christmas was filled with the wonderful reality of the Incarnation and the wonder of God becoming Man and being with us.
Happy Boxing Day!
Child in the Manger
1 Child in the manger,
infant of Mary;
outcast and stranger,
Lord of all;
Child who inherits
all our transgressions,
all our demerits
on Him fall.
2 Once the most holy
Child of salvation
gently and lowly
lived below;
now as our glorious
mighty Redeemer,
see Him victorious
o’er each foe.
3 Prophets foretold Him,
infant of wonder;
angels behold Him
on His throne;
worthy our Savior
of all our praises;
happy forever
are His own.
Mary MacDougal MacDonald United Kingdom 1789-1872. Born at Ardtun, daughter of a farmer and Baptist cleric, Duncan MacDougal, northeast of Bunessan on the Ross of Mull, she was a Gaelic poet who lived at Cancan, Bunessan on Mull, Scotland. She never spoke English. She married Neil MacDonald and settled into a life as a crofter’s wife. While at her spinning wheel she passed time by singing hymns and poems, some of her own composition. She was a devout Baptist. Some of her hymns reached beyond her locality. The tune of her best known hymn (same tune as hymn: “Morning has broken”) was an old Scottish melody she attached to her lyrics that helped popularize the hymn, translated from the Gaelic in 1888 by Lachlan McBean of Scotland
Merry Christmas to all. I hope you are His own!

This past Saturday and Sunday evenings our First Baptist Kids put on a wonderful musical for Christmas called The Loaned Manger. The musical was set in the city of Incarnation in 1891. The railroad had finally come to Incarnation, too, with some interesting visitors.

The set with all the props was amazing.

The train at the train station even had steam coming up out of the smoke stack.







Addy had a solo. O come, O come Emmanuel and ransom captive Israel.


This Christmas we need more of peace, love, hope and joy. We need more of Jesus, this Christmas.








Glory to all the earth. Your light has come, shines in the darkness to all the world. Your Light has come.

After Addy’s trio it was time for the manger scene to enter stage right. JJ was a shepherd with a staff.






Addy sang her heart out!

Auntie Lolo and Uncle Joshie were sad not to be able to travel to see the musical but they made sure to acknowledge Addy and JJ’s hard work with these sweet bouquets with candy canes.

Well done dear Addy and JJ. Baba and Gramps were so happy to see your hard work pay off in a brilliant performance!

The whole production was the culmination of months of hard work on the part of the directors and kids. Such a great musical that gave honor to God. We are all outlaws that need pardoning and that is why Jesus came to earth as a baby on Christmas day with the view to His crucifixion on the cross for our sins. Thank you, LORD.
Seeking for Me
Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,
Laid in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me:
Seeking for me, seeking for me,
Seeking for me, seeking for me,
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me.
Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary’s tree,
Paid the great debt and my soul He set free;
Oh, it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!
Dying for me, dying for me,
Dying for me, dying for me,
Oh, it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.
Jesus, my Savior, in mercy and love,
Came from the mansions of Heaven above,
Tenderly pleading with sinners like me,
Pleading for me, for me:
Pleading for me, pleading for me,
Pleading for me, pleading for me,
Tenderly pleading for sinners like me,
Pleading for me, for me.
Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,
While I did wander afar from the fold,
Gently and long He hath pled with my soul,
Calling for me, for me:
Calling for me, calling for me,
Calling for me, calling for me,
Gently and long He hath pled with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.
Jesus, my Savior, will come from on high,
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see Him descending the sky,
Coming for me, for me:
Coming for me, coming for me,
Coming for me, coming for me,
Oh, I shall see Him descending the sky,
Coming for me, for me.
Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Philippians 2:5-8

We made one last trip to Spokane on Thursday for some specific items before our Christmas celebrations begin.

We enjoyed the sunrise along the highway.

And He is the radiance of His glory and the exact representation of His nature, and upholds all things by the word of His power. When He had made purification of sins, He sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high. Hebrews 1:3
This morning in Let Earth Receive Her King ~ Daily Readings for Advent, Alistair Begg shares this lesser known Christmas Carol. I’m highlighting some of the words.
Once in royal David’s city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.
He came down to earth from Heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Savior holy.
And, through all His wondrous childhood,
He would honor and obey,
Love and watch the lowly maiden,
In whose gentle arms He lay:
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.
For He is our childhood’s pattern;
Day by day, like us He grew;
He was little, weak and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew;
And He feeleth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.
And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love,
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in Heav’n above,
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.
Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him; but in Heaven,
Set at God’s right hand on high;
Where like stars His children crowned
All in white shall wait around.
Once in Royal David’s City ~ Cecil F. Alexander, 1848.