It officially feels like Christmas to me now.
I heard “Oh, Holy Night” sung at First Baptist Church.
As I write this on Friday, the sixth annual ladies tea was held at FBC last night, and it was the largest crowd thus far, with over 350 ladies in attendance.
The premise is this: Many large tables are decorated by the “hostesses” (ladies who volunteer to do a table, or two) with their fanciest dishes, elaborate centerpieces, teapots, China, party favors, etc. and invite their friends and/or family to be their guests. The church provides a catered meal and entertainment. The tickets are $8 or so.
This event is done by the women’s ministry of First Baptist, and I have to say, there are three ladies in my office who don’t even hold memberships at that church, but each year (for several years running) host a table. This year, everything was in English and in Spanish, as FBC has a very large, active Hispanic congregation.
I love seeing the beautiful, creative, original tables they decorate, as well as the wonderful food and the music of 412 (formerly Shiloh). But I honestly think my favorite part about it is looking across the sea of 350-plus women and seeing Catholics, Episcopals, Presbyterians, Baptists, Methodists, Cowboy Church-goers and perhaps some who don’t go to church anywhere, all sitting together enjoying “Oh, Holy Night.”
Way to go, FBC.
I heard about some other collaborative efforts this week that warmed my heart ...
There’s a huge-hearted lady named Jean O’Connor who has been packing boxes every month for our military serving overseas and elsewhere, for years sending them goodies like socks, snacks, puzzle books, etc. She collects all the items, and at Christmas has stockings made, and sends all this in huge boxes which cost quite a bit to mail! (Jean does this each and every month, but the December packing contains Christmas stockings.)
Saturday, Dec. 1 was their packing, and it warmed my heart to see the Moms of Military support group, Vietnam Veterans of America Chapter 1009, and the Navarro County Retired Teachers all there to help with the packing!! Way to go, people!! Team Work!!
That same Saturday was the Eighth Annual Navarro County Toy Run, where bikers from clubs and individually gather for a nice scenic ride through the county, then return to the VFW where they have a meal, an auction and music. They collect toys and cash, all of which were donated to The Salvation Army to help with needs for children and families for Christmas.
Also that same day, my step-daughter’s softball team hosted a tournament at Nature Park where part of the admission fee was a new, unwrapped toy. The Corsicana Fire Department brought out a big truck and took care of the donated toys, which will find a way into the hands of a child who might not have had much otherwise.
It officially feels like Christmas to me now.
‘Spilling doze count’
My subject is borrowed from a local contributor to the Sarasota Herald Tribune named Bob Parkinson.
Water Park woes
I’ve come to the realization that vacations are not a luxury, they’re a necessity.
Old, new, borrowed, blue
Dissection of notes found in the pocket of an old suit isn’t easy. Maybe they were scrawled during the lull in a wedding ceremony, or to jog my memory of a joke for later use.
Spam french fries
I saw a relatively disturbing video and article on Yahoo which touted making Spam French fires to go alongside your big old ground chuck burger. I just can’t imagine a basket full of these deep-fried cholesterol-loaded sticks, but there they were, bigger than Texas.
Dumb and dumber in the blotter
When it comes to dumb criminals, nothing beats the would-be gang of car burglars who tried to break into a car in Tampa, Florida, this past week.
‘Change’ — old "buzz word" shows up in our town
If you pay much attention when you’re driving around town lately (and I really hope that you do — pay attention, that is) you can’t help but admit we’ve seen some “change” as of late. And, contrary to the political connotations that word will forever carry with it now, that “change” we’re seeing is good.
Germany present and past
Last Sunday evening my wife and I stood on the balcony of our apartment in Nuremberg and watched as fireworks lit up the sky.
Where strawberries are king
In 1949, when Stilwell, Oklahoma’s “Strawberry Festival” was just one year old, crooners were applauded when they cut loose with Dear Hearts and Gentle People.
My TV is held hostage
Give me back my TV! The Sunday sports fare today is just pitiful as far as I am concerned. Over the past weeks, my normal sports programs has been rudely preempted by endless hours of Wimbledon tennis, the Tour de France, assorted motor sports, and the nauseating mega-million signing sagas of LeBron James and Carmello Anthony
Thoughts from abroad
So, with the generosity of Mastercard and warm encouragement of my friends who went with me, I went to Italy on vacation. Not Italy, Texas, the one in Europe.
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