A Red Coat Myself

“My dear Mr. Bennet, you must not expect such girls to have the sense of their father and mother.—When they get to our age, I dare say they will not think about officers any more than we do. I remember the time when I liked a red coat myself very well—and indeed, so I do…

Crossed, Off

“Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her companions.” In keeping with the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’, here is another quote from that work, and in accompaniment…

Matrimony in a Moment

“A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” In keeping with the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’, here is another quote from that work, and in accompaniment is ‘Signing the Register’ painting by Edmund Blair Leighton, a Pre-Raphaelite artist.

A Truth, A Request

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” In keeping with the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’, I thought I might post the occasional favorite quote from that work over at least the next month or so,…

Why Love the Christmas Season?

And why hate it?! It always surprises me when I hear about or stumble onto somebody who hates Christmas. What a contrast to me, who wants to gear up for Christmas every September 25th (and sometimes I start planning for next Christmas January 1, if not the day after this Christmas – I always like…

Happy Feast of Saint Stephen’s Day!

And Happy Boxing Day! Growing up in Canada, I always wondered what Boxing Day really meant. Being on the 26th of December, it seemed associated with Christmas somehow. It was another day off for many. When I was younger, it was just a play day holiday the day after Christmas. More playing with new toys…

The Procrastinators’ Christmas Eve Parable

This is a true story; ‘tis a non-fiction fable with a most pointed Christmassy moral. Well, then again, this holiday tale is at least heartily inspired by a long ago true Christmas Eve story, though this warning parable possibly will be embellished wildly as this writer is often wont to do with any story, whether…

Warmth to Chase Away Cold

First, there was hot chocolate. Not too hot for little kiddy lips and with marshmallows on top, of course. Mini or the regular big size, I can’t quite recall. Were the mini mallows ‘invented yet’ back then? I just don’t remember. Kids around a campfire on a cool summer’s night, more especially after tobogganing in…

The Forgotten Dad

Last night I was talking to my youngest daughter about my thoughts regarding creatively artistic mothers sadly having to put their talents on hold while they do their noble work raising their children, and she rightly reminded me that many creative or artistic fathers are having to do the same. My oldest and highly talented…

Once Upon Another Grandmothering Summertime

My glorious grandsons were here for their summer holiday again and the fun was over before I knew it. I turned around, and then they were gone. Sniff, sniff, wipe a few tears, and miss them until they return to visit once more. Of course, being that I’m no spring chicken, it was no holiday…