Remembering Christmases Past
I learned years ago not to crowd Christmas Day with Christmas observances and expectations. There are TWELVE Days of Christmas; the season ends on January 6. On the church calendar that day is called Epiphany, which celebrates the visit of the Magi to the Christ child. I am intending to strip my house of holiday decorations on Candlemas, Feb. 2. I have experienced great joy this year remembering Christmases
past. This happened as I pulled holiday books out of storage shelves
and rearranged them in two colorful piles on the old kitchen table,
which now with legs trimmed serves as a coffee table in front of our
fireplace. Images of Christmas. Tidings of Good Comfort and Joy.
Christmas Readings to Recapture the Wonder of the Season. Miracle on
34th Street. All of these books are beautifully designed and
sumptuously illustrated. “Good news: but if you ask me what it is, I know not; It is a track of feet in the snow, It is a lantern showing a path, It is a door set open.”
I don’t know why I quit
recording—neglectfulness, probably—an all-too-frequent Karen Mains
flaw. There are still plenty of empty pages in the back of the two
journals. How wonderful if I had captured the Christmas memories of
this century so far—2000 to 2018. Sadly, that joyful memory work was
never undertaken—‘tis a puzzlement as to why not. Many of the recorded
quotes from Christmas letters we sent to Mainstay Ministry donors are
also included, prescient with meaning, such as this one, a reminder of
our Christian responsibility to the world in the new year that follows
the holidays: You admonish the sinner. Instruct the ignorant. Counsel the doubtful. Comfort the sorrowful. Bear wrongs patiently. Forgive all injuries. Pray for the living and remember the dead. The
nine journals from the decades of the 1980s and ‘90s are rich with
laughter and joy, beauty and goodness, all gifts that bring back
memories filled with poignancy for past holiday years well celebrated.
There was the grandchildren’s home-based Christmas pageant with the
actor angels presenting the Scripture, “And behold, there was among the
shepherds a multitude of heavenly host…” Out came the cans of Behold
furniture polish with an accompanying fragrant spray. Tidings of great
joy! Spray. So,
I determined again, this December of 2019, to renew my intention to
record the Christmas experiences of these years left to my living. We
began our preparation to be ready for this holy season by attending
(and participating in) the “Do-It-Yourself Messiah,” produced every
year in Chicago at the Harris Theatre. Altos sit in the alto section of
the auditorium. Sopranos sit with sopranos, the tenors with the tenors,
and the bass with the bass. We bring our own editions of G. Schirmer
Publisher’s score “For Four-Part Chorus of Mixed Voices, Soprano, Alto,
Tenor, and Bass Soli by G.F. Handel.” The best we can, we and follow
along with the 50-piece orchestra, with the four soloists who are on
stage, and we sing, when it is our turn, in this beautiful and most
complicated English-language oratorio. It is, indeed, a rich
participatory-learning experience. And when the score is too
complicated for those of us who are non-musical, we just let the
exquisite voices of those who have obviously sung the Messiah many
times rise and swirl around us and lead us into the phrases and the
notes we are able to sing. (Does this have anything to do with the fact
that I am the daughter of a music professor?)
NOTICESMemoir-Writing Teleconference Course Begins SoonOn
the note of journaling, I am going to offer memoir-writing
teleconference classes again, starting in February 2020. While reading
books on the aging process, I found this quote in Wendy Lustbader’s
book Life Gets Better: The Unexpected Pleasures of Growing Older. “We
are every moment, younger and older. As we age, we also retain, in one
manifestation or another, traces of all the selves we have been …
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Karen Mains St. Peter’s in Rome at night, with no crowds and no lines, where we walked right in and stood before Michelangelo’s Pietà—everything softly illumined and lovely, exquisitely holy and lovely.
BOOK CORNER
A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote Pick up Truman Capote’s short story in book format, A Christmas Memory.
In it, Capote reconstructs an incident from his childhood in which he
and Miss Sook make fruitcake soaked with bootleg whiskey. I guarantee
that you will be enchanted by this childhood memory and by the unique
story-telling gifts of this American writer. It may even inspire you to
capture some of your own childhood holiday experiences in short-story
form. You may not have a bootleg whiskey event, but many of our
outlandish relative personal narratives come close. Close enough. |