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Friday, December 8, 2023

Craft Vintage Inspired Cone Figures

Finished vintage inspired, cone angel figures.
       Tiny cone figures were frequently produced by mass industry at the end of the 1940s, primarily by the Japanese or in Germany for the North American market place. Catalogue companies like: J. C. Penny, Wards and Sears sold cone figures by the thousands through the mail, while five-and-dime stores like Woolworth's and made small fortunes by supplying the same kinds of factory made, inexpensive holiday ornaments directly from store displays and shelves.
      My vintage inspired angels are made the old-fashioned way, by hand. Factory made ornaments became popular after the first and second World Wars. Prior to that time, most ornaments were either made at home or supplied by various cottage industries throughout Western Europe and The United States, wherever Christmas trees were most popular. I've posted some examples of these manufactured angles below.
       To make cone shaped angels, your will need the following supplies: cotton batting balls (for heads), decorative papers (tiny Christmas designs), scrap cardboard, trim for bottom of skirts (lace and rick-rack), acrylic paints for heads and arms, thin wire for arms, tiny novelties for angels to hold (see pictures), white glue and hot glue.

Step-by-Step Instructions:
  1. Roll heads from cotton batting and white glue. 
  2. Cut out skirts from patterned Christmas papers. 
  3. Shape and paste the paper skirts into cones. 
  4. Glue the head on top. 
  5. Stuff the cone shaped skirts with acrylic batting. 
  6. Glue a cardboard disk to the bottom of the cones.
  7. Glue the pom pom features to the top of the head(s), one or two.
  8. Wrap the string around the pom poms and above the forehead areas to make the hair design.
  9. Cut the wings from decorative papers and glue these on.
  10. Wrap cotton batting around thin wire and let dry.
  11. Cut small pieces of that wire for arms and attach these with hot glue.
  12. Hot glue tiny gifts for angels to carry: holly and berries, bows for presents, snowflakes, bottle brush trees etc...
  13. Smear on touches of white glue and sprinkle angle wings with glitter.
      Left, roll heads from cotton batting and white glue. Center, cut out skirts from patterned Christmas papers. Right, shape and paste the paper skirts into cones, glue the head on top. I stuff the cone shaped skirts with acrylic batting and glue a cardboard disk to the bottom of the cones.
Left, tiny cone angels hold: holly, bow and snowflake. Center several have bottle brush
 trees. Right, one has wings cut from a doily... and many have transparent glitter stuck
  to their wings.
Left, my tiny vintage cone angel ornaments. I hang these on my feather tree every Christmas. Right, old catalogue page shown. Elf-like figures. Pine-cone dwarfs, Santas, angels, snowmen. Cotton felt. Stand or hang from tree. Set of 15. From Japan. Shipping weight 12 oz.  
Close up of a tiny vintage cone angle from the 1960s. This tiny angel has a metallic paper skirt and embossed gold wings. She carries two candles in her small chenille stem armature. Her head is made from cotton batting. She has a beaded collar and hair made from tinsel.
Close up of a tiny pink vintage cone angel from the 1960s. Her dress is made from painted pink cardboard sprinkled with silver glitter. She has white chenille stem arms and holds a tiny sprig of green to represent a tree. Her wings are embossed and pink, her head is a cotton batting ball and her yellow hair is made from a silky strand of yarn.

Left, are miniature angels with tulle skirts playing harps. Right the very same hold lights, seen in catalogue.

Pattern for making a cone angel and one version of wings.

More Examples of Vintage Figures from The 1960s:

Monday, October 30, 2023

Deck The House With Green Boughs and Wreaths

Hemlock displayed over the mantle with a traditional holly wreath, with red bow, in the center.
Pine boughs are hung above the windows and picture frame. Holly wreaths are mounted on the 
window panes and a sprig of mistletoe is hung between these...

        Of the many ways in which we can give expression to the Christmas spirit there is none more lasting than the attractive decoration of the house. The pleasure of exchanging gifts is soon over, as is the enjoyment of each of many festivities, but the home decorations remain throughout the holiday season, always reminding us that it is Christmas and of what the season means.

Mistletoe sprigs are nailed above the door frames and wreath. The wreath is 
made using bay leaves and dried cranberries. Two hardy laurels are on either
side of the hutch. Lovely formal red ribbons adorn the plants.

       On this post are shown a few simple suggestions which can be inexpensively carried out. Holly wreaths are always identified with Christmas, but in connection with them very effective use can be made of other evergreens, such as hemlock and laurel. Why not try to make the home more Christmas-like this year than ever before?

Above is a long pine garland draped down the banister of the staircase.
Small clusters of holly and berries also between the garland. 

Festoons of Christmas greenery also decorate more mantles in this home and pots filled with
 hemlock and small conifers.

Friday, December 16, 2022

Oranges for Christmas...

       Make the bowl of colored construction paper. The oranges may be cut from white paper and colored with bright orange colored crayon. The paper oranges are pasted together to present a piled appearance, and then placed back into the bowl. If desired a few holly sprays, taken from the spray from the clip art file may be put in and among the oranges, to give a Christmas appearance. The design may be displayed on the wall after the picture is finished.

Pattern for orange bowl and oranges.


"An Orange for Frankie" is written and illustrated by Patricia Polacco.


       Children might like to make Christmas orange pomanders for the festive season. To make pomanders you will need toothpicks, cinnamon, whole cloves, and oranges. Spread out newsprint or an old tablecloth onto the surface you will be working on. Give each person their own orange and toothpicks to work with. Poke a design or face into the flesh of the orange and plug each tiny hole with a clove. Once you have finished your design, put the oranges into a pretty dish and cover them generously with the cinnamon. The pomander will perfume the air and keep your home smelling just like Christmas!

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Craft a Nativity Diorama Using Paper Dolls

Arrangement for the paper doll figures. CC
The Nativity by Charles Kingsley

O blessed day which giv'st the eternal lie
To self, and sense, and all the brute within;
Oh! come to us amid the war of life;
To hall and hovel come! to all who toil
In senate, shop and study! and to those
Ill-warned and sorely tempted-
Come to them, blest and blessing, Christmas Day!
Tell them once more the tale of Bethlehem,
The kneeling shepherds and the Babe Divine;
And keep them men indeed, fair Christmas Day!


        Children may collect all nine if these lovely paper dolls (some are pictured together) from the Creative Commons. Each paper doll represents a character in the traditional Christmas Crèche. The restored illustrations are not to be redistributed from alternative collections or sold for profits.
       What is a Crèche? A painting, diorama, display or sculpture representing the birth of Jesus.
       After you have printed them out on your home computer, color and cut them, arrange and paste the figures neatly inside a box.
       Add even more blue or purple paint to the box for the night sky and glitter for the endless stars.
       Collect straw or grass to arrange about the figures. Place the diorama on a table or beneath the Christmas tree in your home.

Angel figure with outstretched arms and wings.

       "Displaying a creche, a scene showing the Bethlehem stable at the birth of Christ, is one modern Christmas custom tied directly to Jesus' birth. Other decorations - candles, garlands, bright ornaments, holly, mistletoe and even the Christmas tree - stem from other customs and or from legends.
      The tableau of the Christmas creche is an effort to tell again the story of  the birth of Jesus in a manger. More than 700 years ago, St. Francis of Assisi made such a model to help make the story more real for Italian boys and girls. Since then many others have been made, some of them rare and expensive art treasures, some simple and lovingly made at home.
       One by one, we bring you figures which you can put into your own Christmas creche. Above you can see how to arrange them after cutting the figures out, mounting them on cardboard, and coloring these in.
       The angel is to be hung above the creche scene. This may be done by putting a thread or cord through the two holes at the top of her wings. Use a hole punch for this."

Wednesday, December 7, 2022

A Visit To Santa Claus Land

A Visit To Santa Claus Land

The children visit Santa's garden of toys in their sleep at night!

        ONCE upon a time there were two children, a little boy named Willie and a little girl named Annie. Now, they could hardly wait for Santa Claus to visit them, so every day they would say to their mother, "Oh, Mother, how many days until Christmas? Must we wait a whole month, Mother? Twenty days more, ten days more, only five days more - how slowly the days drag on, Mother!"
       Now, the busy mother felt the time slip by all too rapidly, but the children counted the days on the calendar and grew more and more impatient each day. At last they shouted in glee, "Santa Claus will visit us to-night, and to-morrow is Merry Christmas!"
       They borrowed the longest, strongest stockings which they could find, and when their mother came to tuck them snugly in bed and to kiss them good-night, Willie said, "Do you know, Mother, I'm going to prop my eyelids wide open and watch all night for Santa Claus."
       "So am I" said Annie, "and when he comes down the chimney, we will ask him where he gets all the toys."
       "Oh, no, you must go right to sleep and he will come all the faster," answered the mother, as she turned out the lights and left the nursery. 
       After she had gone downstairs, Willie whispered to Annie, "Say, Annie, are you awake?''
       Yes, I am, but I'm getting so sleepy I wish he would hurry and come right now. Let's sing our Christmas carols for him."
       And so the two children sang all the songs they knew.
       "My, it does seem so long to wait. I am most asleep," said Willie, with a big yawn. "I tell you, we can take turns - you watch for him awhile, Annie, and then I shall."
       After a time Annie called out, "Willie, I'm so sleepy; it's your turn to watch." But she received no answer.
       The next thing they knew, Annie and Willie were away up in the North Pole country, with snow and ice around them on all sides, and right in front of them stood a high ice-wall. "How I wish we could go through this wall," said Willie, and just as he said this the ice seemed to open and there was a great gateway leading into the strangest garden that you ever heard of in all your life. It was a garden all of toys, and Annie and Willie could hardly believe their eyes as they saw the wonders about them. Hanging right over the wall there appeared to be something growing like morning-glories. When they looked again the children saw that they were not morning-glories at all, but small, toy talking-machines, while on a trumpet-vine nearby they saw growing, like flowers, real toy trumpets. Willie picked a trumpet at once and played on it: ''Toot-toot-toot-toot-too-oo-o.''
       Oh, you must not touch the toys, Willie,'' gasped poor Annie in fright. ''We don't know who owns this garden.''
       Just then the children saw the gardener of this wonderful land of toys. He was the merriest old man, dressed all in red, and his coat and hat were trimmed with ermine. His hair and beard were as white as the snow and his cheeks were like red, rosy apples, while his eyes twinkled like stars. The children knew who this gardener was at once, you may be sure. Why, it was Santa Claus, of course! He was cutting down a crop of whistles with his sickle. He had a large, red sack at his side and smaller bags nearby, and he was so happy that he sang as he worked:  

"In my wonderful garden of toys
Grows a crop for the good girls and boys.
Dolls, cannon, and drums,
Candy cake, sugar plums -
All grow in my garden of toys.''

       He was just ready to make up another verse when he spied the two children. ''Oh, ho, ho, ho!'' he laughed merrily, ''how did you two children come here?''
       Please, Mr. Santa Claus,'' said Willie shyly, ''we were waiting for you to visit us and the next thing we knew we were in this garden. We don't know how we came here, but, now that we are here, may we not help you to pick some toys?''
       ''Indeed, you may,'' said Santa Claus. ''I need two such helpers. I was just wondering how I could gather all these toys in time for tomorrow. Willie, will you please go over to the garden-bed in the corner and pull up some tops?''
       ''Pull up some tops!'' echoed Willie in amazement. But he took a red sack and went to the garden and began to pull up  toy tops. There were large tops growing like turnips and little tops growing like beets and radishes. There were all kinds of tops; some would humm-humm-humm-m-m and make music while Willie pulled them up. Next, Willie climbed a tree and began to pick red marbles growing just like cherries; and he found purple and blue marbles growing on a trellis, just like grapes - so he filled many small bags with marbles. He also climbed other trees where he thought he saw apples and oranges growing, but, when he came near them, he found different-colored balls - so he picked a bag of balls for Santa. "Santa, may I help too?" asked Annie.
       Indeed you may, my child,'' he answered.
       How should you like to pick dollies?'' So all this time Annie was busy getting him dollies, and she was very happy.
       "You dear, dear dollies!'' Annie said, as she hugged each one in turn. ''How happy all the little girls will be when they find these dollies Christmas morning!'' There were large dolls with the cutest bonnets on their heads, growing just like roses, and other dollies with the dearest pointed hats, growing up like tall holly-hocks. And then there were tiny dollies like pansies turning their pretty little faces up toward Annie.
       Presently Santa Claus began to water the grass and suddenly every blade of grass was a tiny tin soldier with his musket erectly held, while soldiers - tents, like mushrooms, sprang up all around. Sail-boats, steam-boats, motor-boats, row-boats and canoes were all out on a lake nearby, but they could never sink, for the lake was a large looking-glass, and fishes, ducks and swans were swimming on looking-glass streams. The children rushed from one garden to another and saw so many things to pick that they were kept very busy helping Santa Claus.
       "Oh, see those pumpkins and squashes over there on those vines!'' exclaimed Willie, but when he went to pick them he found drums, large and small, and foot-balls and basket-balls lying on the ground, like melons and pumpkins turned brown.
       "Whee-ee-ee-ee! Isn't this jolly! See those funny brown leaves blowing in the wind," called Annie. "They are all sizes and shapes."
       When the children came near to pick them, they found no leaves at all, but brown Teddy- bears with their arms and feet out-stretched. The children hugged them in their arms and the Teddy-bears gave little squeaks of glee,  for they were so glad to be gathered in with this harvest of toys.
       Suddenly, overhead, the children heard a whirr-whirr-whirring noise, and when they looked up it seemed as if great swarms of dragon-flies and butterflies were hovering over them. "Ha, ha, ha!'' laughed Santa Claus, as he watched the surprised children.
       "Those are new toys; they only lately have come to my land - but, here, take these butterfly nets and try to catch a few of them."
       And when Annie and Willie brought these toys down a little nearer, they saw that they were not dragonflies or butterflies, but toy airplanes.
       Tiny, toy trains went gliding over steel rails, across switches, under tunnels, over bridges, and stopped at stations, quite like really, truly trains.  
       "How should you like to see my farm?'' asked Santa Claus. And the next thing Annie and Willie knew they were in a toy land barnyard. Houses, fences and barns with stalls for horses and cows, and everything as complete as a real farm. Horses rocked to and fro or rolled about on wheels; toy lambs, so wooly and white, said, "Baa-baa-baa,'' when their heads were turned to one side.
       There was also a menagerie of wild animals nearby. Elephants and tigers, lions and monkeys - more animals than you can tell about were there, and they looked so real that at first Annie felt like running to hide behind Santa Claus. Then Santa Claus led them through toy villages and they really felt like giants when they looked down on all the dolls‚ houses and different stores, toy theaters, toy post-offices, toy grocery stores, meat markets, and in all these stores were dolls for clerks and dolls for customers.
       Then Santa Claus took them far away from the villages, out through the orchard where the sugar-plum trees were growing, and after they had filled many bags with candy he led them out to the Christmas tree forest. Here they found Christmas trees growing with gold and silver tinsel and hung with glass balls and chains, while tiny, colored lights were twinkling through the branches. Santa Claus had to gather these trees and pack them with great care.
       The next thing the children knew, Santa Claus had taken them right into his home. There they saw a dear old lady with snow-white hair who was sewing on some dolls clothes. She was dressing some of the  dollies that had sprung up without any clothes. It was Mrs. Santa Claus, of course, and as she hugged and kissed the children she said to Santa Claus, ''The dears, where did you find them?''
       "Out in the garden," answered Santa Claus. ''I don't know how they came here, but they are excellent helpers. They have been helping me to gather my toys. I shall soon be ready now, after I do a little more work in my shop. You know, my dear, I must first test my winding toys, for that clock-work machinery does break so easily.''
       As he talked, Santa Claus took off his cap and coat, rolled up his sleeves and went right to work. He wound and tested each toy, and Willie helped him by handing him the keys for each one. There was a honk-honk-honk , a toot- toot- toot, a chug, chug. chug , and a clang , clang , clang , as automobiles, boats, engines, fire-engines and all kinds of mechanical toys went running about the shop like mad. Next Santa was working with his saw and plane, his hammer and nails, and with a rap and a tap he finished the roof of a doll's house.
       Mrs. Santa had dressed all the dolls and furnished the dolls' houses. "What a cute little kitchen!" exclaimed Annie. "Oh, Willie, do you see this dining-room and the cunning parlor and this little bed-room? How I should love to play dolls in this house!" Then Annie turned to Mrs. Santa Claus and said, ''May help you? I could thread your needles or help in some other way?"
       Why, so you may, my dear,'' answered Mrs. Santa Claus. ''My eyes are getting old and if you will thread my needles it will be a great help." So Annie threaded needles and helped Mrs. Santa Claus to dress the last doll and then to pack all the clothes in a new doll's trunk.
       Santa Claus sat at his desk and finished writing a story and drawing the last pictures when suddenly the clock struck, Ding- dong-ding. Twelve times it struck and Mrs. Santa Claus said, ''It is time you were up and away, sir.'' She helped Santa Claus into his big cloak and he pulled on his high boots and his warm gloves and pulled his cap down over his ears.
       Just then the reindeer were heard prancing and pawing outside, impatient to be off and away. Santa Claus bundled his big pack of toys into his sleigh and put in all his Christmas trees. He kissed Mrs. Santa on both cheeks, and with a big smack on the lips called out "Good-by, Mother," and, picking up Annie and Willie as if they were live dolls, tucked one under each arm and dashed out to the magic sleigh. They seemed fairly happy to fly through the air, and the moon and the stars seemed to dance in the sky as they went on faster and faster. Then they came down nearer and nearer to earth where the lights in the great city gleamed like fireflies far below.
       The next thing Annie and Willie knew, they were on the roof of their own home. The next thing they knew, they were down, down the chimney and - there they were right in their own, little beds! The sunlight was streaming into their eyes and their mother was calling, ''Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, little sleepy heads!''
       Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!'' they both shouted, as they bounced out of bed and rushed for their stockings which were fairly bulging with toys, and Annie was soon hugging and kissing a new dolly while Willie was blowing a new trumpet. In the other room stood a large Christmas tree which had come from the Christmas tree forest.
       "Oh, we know where these toys came from,'' said Willie. ''They came from the garden of toys, for we visited Santa Claus Land last night.''
       Now, tonight, when you go to bed, close your eyes tightly and go to sleep and I am sure you too can pay a visit to Santa Claus Land. by G. Faulkner

Merry Christmas!

Printable Christmas Wreath Frame

         Cut the oval center away to replace with a photograph of family, friends or even a beloved pet. Trace around the printed holly wreath on top of thin cardboard to cut a sturdy backing. Punch a tiny hole at the top of the festive frame with a pin and thread a fine wire or twin through it and knot. Now you can hang the wreath on your Christmas tree or use it as a fancy mat inside of a wooden picture frame to remember loved ones... Merry Christmas to All!

Cut-Away the green oval to frame a loved one inside using a photograph you take yourself.

Friday, November 25, 2022

DIY a Yule Log Centerpiece

Steps to assemble a Yule Log centerpiece.

 "The old north breeze thro' the skeleton trees, is chanting the year out drearily; but loud let it blow, for at home we know that the dry logs crackle cheerily." Albert Smith

       The Yule Log was a great log of wood, sometimes the root of a tree, brought into the house with great ceremony on Christmas Eve, laid in the fire-place, and lighted with the brand of last year's log. While it lasted there was great drinking, singing, and telling of tales. Sometimes it was accompanied by Christmas candles; but in the primitive cottage the only light was from the ruddy blaze of the great wood fire. The Yule Log was to burn all night; if it went out, it was considered a sign of ill luck.

Supply List:

  • a dry log
  • drill press - woodworking tool
  • candles tapers or other sizes if you prefer
  • bit to fit the press that is the same size of the candles
  • greenery collected together to trim the log: pine cones, red berries, holly etc...
  • optional feet cut from branches to stabilize the log
  • thin wire for attaching greenery
Step-by-Step Process:
  1. Select a clean, dry log of medium size for decorating the center of your Christmas table.
  2. This log may have a flatish bottom or your may need to cut pegs from scrap branches to keep the log from rolling while on display. (see photos)
  3. Choose a drill bit the same diameter as the candles you wish to use inside of the yule log and drill several inches into the log. If some of these are deeper than others and the candles don't fit exactly, just stuff cotton down inside of the holes to even the candle heights in the beginning.
  4. Wire in Yule Log greenery in an attractive fashion.
  5. You may also wish to display a Yule Log inside of your fire surround or fireplace instead of burning logs. This always adds a romantic touch during the holidays and is far less messy!

Yule Log Plant & Candle Meanings:

  • English Ivy - symbolizes eternal life
  • Holly/Holiday Berries and Mistletoe - good luck, protection
  • Pine Cones - symbolize resurrection
  • Juniper Sprigs - symbolize healing
  • Candles - white symbolize "light", red symbolize determination, green prosperity

Close up of plants used to trim our Yule log.

 

        "These are glowing today for very joy, each in the measure of its greatness, like the wax candles which burn big and bright if they are big, little and bright if they are little, but are all flaming heavenward in rapture. Christmas is for everybody. To each of us the Child was born, and the world that was redeemed is our world. The merry greetings of Christmas morning are but symbols of that redemption. The children's happiness, the neighborly good-will, the generous deed are at once memorials of that pure dawn of long ago, and prophecies of a day more perfect still. Indeed, when we truly keep Christmas in the heart, the heavens are so near - the earth that the angelic voices are like the voices of those we love, and the faces of those we love shine like the faces of the angels. We forget the poor gift, the half-filled stocking, the anxiety. We think only of the perfection that is so close, after all, to our imperfection. To live but one day in good-will to all men is to anticipate and hasten that day when all men shall live in good-will. It is thus that the candles now lighted in the heart shall also be." Perry


Sunday, November 13, 2022

Christmas Tree Lane

Christmas Tree Lane
by Cecil Cavendish


There are many fine streets
In this good town of mine.
There's Walnut and Willow,
Persimmon and Pine;
And Broad Road, and Broad Way
And High Street and Main-
But none I love better
Than Christmas-tree Lane.

You'll seek it in vain
In all seasons but one.
When snow-clouds are hiding
The pale winter sun,
And winds of December
Blow cold at the pane-
'T is then you'll be finding
This Christmas-tree Lane.

They come with their branches
Of holly so gay,
With garlands of ivy
And mistletoe spray;
And dozens of pine-trees
They bring in their train
To make the old market
A Christmas-tree Lane.

The sight and the scent
Of the sweet-smelling pine,
They set me to dreaming
An old dream of mine:
I'd buy all the pine-trees,
The high and the low,
And trim them with presents
For children I know.

Yes, deck all the branches
With candy and toys,
And send out a message
For good girls and boys.
I fancy I hear their
Glad carol's refrain
As slowly I wander
Down Christmas-tree Lane.

Thursday, October 27, 2022

Christmas Gift Tags for Coloring

Eight holly tags for coloring. Write to and from labels for presents.

       Color these simple holly and Christmas tree gift tags. Use your own pens, crayons or colored pencils to match the colors in your gift wrap this year. Punch the hole where shown and tie a colorful twine or ribbon to match your choice of gift wrap too.

Eight gift tags of Christmas trees for coloring. "Merry Xmas" on the labels.

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

Color and Cut-Out The Paper Santa Claus

This paper doll requires brads for it's assembly.

Description of Coloring Page: A Santa paper doll, Santa's suit, moving parts, bag of toys, snow white beard, big black boots

Don't forget to drag the png. or jpg into a Word Document and enlarge the image as much as possible before printing it folks. If you have a question about this coloring page, just type into the comment box located directly below this post and I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can.
 

 A Holly Song by Mary E. Butts

Oho! for the holly, the shining holly,
Green when the year is old;
Brave and bright in the winter light,
Glad in the storm and cold.
Oho! for the holly, the faithful holly,
Like the heart that is true and bold.

White are the drifts in the bleak December;
Red is the holly fruit;
Deep in the woods in the Christmas splendor
When the noisy winds are mute,
We gather the holly, the shining holly,
For its joy doth the season suit.

Then oho! for the holly, the brave, bright holly;
Oho! for the winter cold!
May we never forget our due and debt
To the Christmas Day of old;
But warm with love the patient earth
Wrapped in the snow's white fold



Hey kids, here are kids from WhatsUpMoms making three great Christmas cookies on their own in the kitchen! Learn how to make the holidays delicious all by yourself, well... maybe you will need a little help from Mom.

Saturday, August 13, 2022

Snowmen With Children on Antique Postcards

       Fun, restored antique Christmas cards with children and snowmen playing in the snow together. Some holly, old farm houses, brooms, pipes, and old-fashioned clothing also pictured. Have fun crafting with these and mailing them to your friends and family!

Three little boys looking for a snowball fight.

Four children circle a snowman who wears a crown of holly.

A little miss shares secrets with a snowman.

"May joy and happiness be your's at Christmas"

Snowman with sick broom and admiring female fans.

Sunday, September 26, 2021

Santa Toasts the Christmas Holiday

text, "Here's to you and a Merry Christmas."


Description of Postcards: Jolly Old St. Nicholas, toasting with Christmas punch, mulled wine or egg nog take your pick, Santa's beard, red suit, restored antique postcards for Christmas Greetings and crafts, holly berries and leaves

           

text, "A Merry Christmas, Cast dull care away, For here's to Xmas day. Join the festive bowl,
And be a jolly soul."

Friday, May 7, 2021

Quick and Easy Christmas Placecards

Step-by-step process for place-cards.

        A Christmas Place-Card: At Christmas dinner we like to have a card at each guests chair. The drawing, just right, shows step-by-step how to make a card that will hold a candle or perhaps a small sprig of holly.

  1. Take a piece of heavy white paper that is six inches long and two inches wide. 
  2. Fold it in the middle, like Figure 2.
  3. Cut two slits in the fold, near the middle like figure 3.
  4. The part you have cut makes a holder for a Christmas candle or holly sprig. Make a card for everyone at the holiday dinner table this year.

More Easy Christmas Place-Cards: 

Tuesday, May 4, 2021

From All These Signs

"Boys should be good in summer, and better in the fall,
but along about December they should be best of all."
 Alice Crowell Hoffman.

From All These Signs by Blanche Elizabeth Wade

A Holly wreath; a Santa Claus;
A spray of mistletoe;
A candy cane; a rope of grease;
Some stockings in a row;
A chime of bells from tall church-tower;
A carol sung with glee;
Sharp, frosty air; a glowing log;
A stately hemlock-tree;

Bright tinsel gleam; soft candle-light;
A great star in the sky;
The sound of sleigh-bells in the air;
A hint of reindeers nigh;
A parcel tied with gay, red blow;
A secret, too, to hide-
From all these signs, why any one
Would know 'twas Christmas-tide! 

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

10 Free Woodcut Patterns for Tree Ornaments

       Christmas tree decorations that you can make yourself! The children will delight in watching you make these clever Christmas tree ornaments in so many different designs, that certainly will add beauty and individuality to the tree. Any light board, even cardboard may be used. Paint or decorate in bright appropriate colors. Enamel paints arc best to use, however acrylic paints work just as well when a coat of acrylic sealer is applied afterwards to assure durable beauty. Use a small brush.

       If you wish to enlarge the patterns or reduce them simply draw the same outlines on paper that has been ruled off in larger or smaller evenly spaced squares. Paint edges and both sides of ornaments in main color, then trace or draw in details; paint in color of your choice or use the following color suggestions.
       Each design is worked out carefully and is sealed 1/4" inch for each block. Draw your own pattern on wrapping paper by squaring off as large an area as required for design, then draw in the pattern outlines as shown for all designs and cut each out. Lay the paper on thin plywood or the material you arc using and trace around. Cut out design with jig, coping or keyhole saw.
       For hanging on tree, place a small screw eye in the edge of ornament near the top; pull a short length of colored string or tinsel through for fastening to tree.

Painting Suggestions:
  • Horse— Make any desired color with markings in a contrasting color; mane and tail to correspond with color of horse; hoofs black; make the rocker black; saddle and bridle a light brown.
  • Bell—Make red with black or gray clapper and yellow strip, make ribbons any desired color; all high lights should be white.
  • Bear—Body and feet should he black or brown; red tongue and black nose and eyes; trousers could be any bright color in a check or plaid; derby and suspenders in matching color.
  • Poinsetia—Paint red with black markings; make center yellow and green.
  • Lantern—Red candle with a yellowish red flame; frame of lantern silver or gray and details in black; holder green; outlines in black.
  • Lamb—White body, black feet, nose and eyes; pink or blue ribbon at neck; yellow or gold bell.
  • Angel—Dress could be pink or blue, stripe white; wing white; details and folds black or dulled shade of color; hair brown or yellow; eyes blue, green, or brown; mouth red; cheeks pink; face and hands flesh color; holly should be natural with red berries and green leaves.
  • Santa Claus Face—Face flesh with blue eyes, bright red mouth and nose; cheeks a light red; outline details in black; make cap red with white tassel; paint the four spots for ermine around cap black.
  • Dog—Make body brown, tan or gray; red tongue; black nose; eyes green, brown or black; plaid ears to harmonize with the color of the dog.
  • Candy Cane—Make white with red stripes.

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Six Green Singers

SIX GREEN SINGERS

The frost of the moon fell over my floor
And six green singers stood at my door.
 
"What do ye here that music make?" 
"Let us come in for Christ's sweet Sake."
 
"Long have ye journeyed in coming here?"
"Our Pilgrimage was the length of the year."
 
"Where do ye make for?" I asked of them.
"Our Shrine is a Stable in Bethlehem."
 
"What will ye do as ye go along?"
"Sing to the world an ever-green song."
 
"What will ye sing for the listening earth?"
"One will sing of a brave-souled Mirth,
 
"One of the Holiest Mystery,
The Glory of glories shall one song be,
 
"One of the Memory of things,
One of the Child's imaginings,
 
"One of our songs is the fadeless Faith,
And all are the Life more mighty than death."
 
"Ere ye be gone that music make,
Give me an alms for Christ's sweet Sake."
 
"Six green branches we leave with you;
See they be scattered your house-place through.
 
"The staunch blithe Holly your board shall grace,
Mistletoe bless your chimney place,
 
"Laurel to crown your lighted hall,
Over your bed let the Yew-bough fall,
 
"Close by the cradle the Christmas Fir,
For elfin dreams in its branches stir,
 
"Last and loveliest, high and low,
From ceil to floor let the Ivy go."

From each glad guest I received my gift
And then the latch of my door did lift--
 
"Green singers, God prosper the song ye make
As ye sing to the world for Christ's sweet Sake."

by Eleanor Farjeon

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Holly Holiday Gift Tags by kathy grimm

       Trim some Christmas gifts this year with these traditional holly gift tags. These come in both green and red versions. For personal, home use only.

A printable of Christmas gift tags free from kathy grimm

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Traditional Gilded Walnut Ornaments

Traditional painted walnuts photographed outside on my patio moss. Next year I will include them on my
German feather tree perhaps? More than likely, my young ones will make off with them before I ever
 get a chance to use them!
Above you can see the boxes I used to spray
paint my walnuts silver and gold in.
       Painted walnuts are very traditional to the Victorian Christmas tree. These ornaments can look so very different depending on how you paint them and what flowers you select for the trimming of the tops of each walnut. I chose traditional Christmas poinsettia in white and red, plus a few silk holly leaves to hot glue to the samples shown here. But these walnuts would be just as lovely painted in pinks and blues with matching trims. You could make walnuts to match your own tree colors exactly, of course.

Supply List:
  • English walnuts
  • metallic spray paints: gold and silver
  • tiny Christmas pics
  • wires for hanging
  • hot glue gun and hot glue sticks
  • cardboard boxes 
Step-by-Step Instructions:
  1.  Make sure your walnuts are clean and free of dirt.
  2. Purchase several pics to cut apart and reuse in the decorative applications on top of each walnut. I chose a traditional poinsettia and holly leaves. 
  3. When you spray paint your walnuts, make sure to do so outside in a well ventilated area. I chose to do so inside of cardboard boxes because it makes it easier for me to clean up the mess. I just break down the boxes and toss them into the recycling bin when I've finished with the spray paint.
  4. Insert the wire hangers and glue these into place.
  5. Hot glue your silk flowers to the tops of each walnut to add a nice finished touch of decoration.
Left, you can see the silver painting on top of newsprint and Right a few close up shots of the old-fashioned ornaments.
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Saturday, September 23, 2017

The Christmas Road of Salem

       The only way to visit old Salem of the old South is with a child's heart for luggage. Otherwise this old town in the middle of North Carolina may lie before your eyes actual enough, with its old streets, its old houses, its old Square, its old Home Church as its inmost core, and Salem may welcome you with the gentle, unobtrusive courtesy pecularily its own, but unless you have learned the wisdom that knows how to put away grown-up things, you cannot really enter the Christmas city.
       In Salem of all places I have ever seen, it is easiest to drop from one's shoulders the crippling pack of maturity and become once again a little child stepping along a Christmas road. Of all places it is easiest in Salem to forget the jangle of faiths and of no-faiths that have deadened our ears, to slip away from the clamor of an age proud and fevered as ancient Rome, and to listen to the confidence of old carols ringing along moonlit dreamy streets, mysterious with the black of magnolia and of boxwood, or to hear floating down from the church belfry high up under the stars the silver melody of the ancient horns which, better than any other instruments, express the soul of the Moravian church. A most musical religion it must seem to every visitor who yields his spirit to the spirit of Moravian Salem. Not only the church liturgy but also the everyday life of the community is keyed to old tunes that date back, some of them, to the Bohemia of five centuries ago, and were familiar in Moravian households in the days when John Huss was martyred for the beauty of his faith. There is a spell on southern Salem, the spell not of a dead past but of a living one, constantly revitalized, so that as one walks these uneven red-brick pavements, one is haunted by memories of long-past Christmases, thoughts of those far times, when in secrecy and fear, the Hidden Seed kept its feast of candles and of anthems, thoughts of happier festivals in Saxony where young Count Zinzendorf offered the heretics the refuge city of Herrnhut, thoughts of brave long-ago love-feasts right here, when a tiny, intrepid band of colonists sang its Christmas chorales in the midst of endless miles of wilderness, while wolves nosed and howled at the cabin door. Along with these Moravian memories come thronging recollections of one's own childhood Christmases in all their unforgotten wizardry, so that here in Christmas Salem, I seem to be walking again the midnight aisle which leads through a great wood of fir trees looming black beneath high stars.
       Just as at five years old, I am aware again of mystery and danger and bewilderment lurking far off in the forest, but along the Christmas roadway, there is no fear, only joy and magic, for it lies straight as a shaft of silver through the black wood, and along it troops of youngsters go dancing onward. At the instant that the children pass, each dark, bordering fir tree becomes bright with tinsel and candles, and along the spicy twigs gay little bells stir and tinkle. From time to time there come snatches of happy chants echoed among the tall dim trunks. Since the wayfarers are children, they know that the soft, unearthly radiance upon the road before them is the long beam from a star not yet seen because it hangs so low above a stable cave, and they know, too, that their silver path is leading all child feet toward that star. Small difference for children between that spirit-light of Bethlehem and the merry twinkle of Christmas-tree candles. For them, readily enough, their own carol-singing mingles with the voices of herald angels, and even Santa Claus, himself, all ruddy and kind, may steal to the stable door and gaze in on a divine baby. Even so is Christmas faith and Christmas fancy interwoven in old Salem, where white-headed men and women still have their Christmas trees, and still with their own hands construct beneath the green boughs, the wonderful Christmas " putzes," for while we who are visitors must retread in stumbling unfamiliarity the Christmas path, the Moravians of old Salem have always kept straight and clear within their hearts the child-road toward the star.
       When, a few days before Christmas, I arrived in Salem, people told me I had missed what for Moravians is always the opening key to the Yuletide season. For unnumbered years there has always been sung on the Sunday before Christmas the anthem of " The Morning Star," written in the latter seventeenth century, and set to music in the nineteenth. Although I never heard choir and congregation unite in its mighty joy, I seemed, during my two weeks' visit, always to be catching its echoes, as if the strains of Christmas minstrels had come floating back to me where, unseen in the distance, they had passed on before along the silver-lit highway, so that the words and the music of "The Morning Star " voice for me the innermost spirit of a Moravian Christmas.
       The anthem has both the quaintness of old Germany and the vigorous confidence of the new world, so that the old words and the new are equally expressive of the unchanging faith of present-day Salem, while the music vibrates with the sheer child-gladness of its praise.

" Morgenstern auf finstre Nacht,
Der die Welt voll Freude macht.
Jesulein, O komm herein,
Leucht in meines Hertzens Shrein."

       When in stanza two, music and words swell out into grandeur it is as if, out of the black forest mystery of life, some hidden joyous congregation suddenly pealed forth a psalm to the mounting Christmas dawn:

" Morning star, thy glory bright
Far exceeds the sun's clear light ;
Jesus be, constantly.
More than thousand suns to me."

       For the holiday guest there slowly emerges upon that glamorous woodland roadway of his child memories a silver-lighted city, gradually shaping into the everyday reality of actual Salem. As I look out from the window of the little gray cottage that harbors me, there become sharply etched against the mistiness of dreams the tall water-oaks of the old red-brick Square, the domes of boxwood against old walls of buff stucco or of brick, the stretching flat white rows of gravestones holly-trimmed, the white belfry of the Home Church, where in Christmas week I heard little boys, high up there in the soft December sunshine, sound the trombone announcement of death. So unobtrusive and yet so sweet were those strains out of the sky, so blent with the Christmas air, that I listened to them for some time, supposing them merely carol-singing floating out from some home where the family had regathered for Christmas.
       On one side the little cottage looks forth on the sunny graveyard where Moravians keep their dead too close to life for any sadness, and on the other it nestles to the prouder, taller buildings of the Square, laid out in the seventeen-sixties by founders who established Salem as the central city of their Wachovian grant of seventy thousand acres, to be built and to be kept a city meet for their faith. The solid eighteenth century houses still remain, skilfully adapted to modern usage, or unobtrusively altered. Half of Salem traces its ancestry back to those earlier days, and all of Salem keeps alive, both in family life and in public, the traditions and the customs of its unforgotten builders.
       Perhaps it is only in our own South that so gentle and half-romantic a faith could have found so gracious a flowering as is typified in the Easter and the Christmas customs of this Salem of North Carolina. There is a blending of native warmth and glow and kindliness in the spirit of this Southern Province of the Moravian Church. The first colonists came seeking a mild climate and friendly neighbors, and found both. For a hundred and fifty years Salem has been true to its first purpose. Long ago it was a little refuge city of peace in the wilderness, and still, today, it offers its benediction for all who seek to penetrate beyond the mere externals of a locality into the inner sanctities of tradition.
       Long ago a brave little band kept to their secure daily round of work and worship amid perils of Indian attack and the backwash of Continental armies, and freely gave their hospitality to everyone that asked it, and today the mind of those first settlers still dominates and molds the life of the city. Yesterday and now the people of Salem have possessed both the art of shrewd adjustment to the contemporary and the power to withdraw from all its fever and conflict into the peace of a child-faith. With quaint literalness those early founders looked upon themselves as all members of one family, and today one of the strongest impressions of any visitor is that of a great household, close-bound in sympathy, and all turning toward the old Home Church as to a central hearthside, while up and down the worn old streets there moves the form of one still young at eighty, who in himself is host and shepherd and father of all the city.
       One wonders if the inhabitants of Salem fully realize their high privilege of living in a community which both expresses their religion and preserves the finest traditions of their ancestors. In these bewildering days it is the lot of most idealists to live in a solitude, unable, amid the surrounding mists, to distinguish the shapes of their fellow believers. But in Salem people have the sacred advantage of dwelling with those who constantly share and reinforce each other's faith as naturally as they have shared each other's childhood and each other's memories of the old Infant School. Probably Moravians do not dream with what strange nostalgia a visitor listens to persons who treat God conversationally, who talk of Him as spontaneously as a little boy speaks of that splendid comrade he calls Daddy. Normally enough, naturally enough, has the Moravian spirit been able to strike deep roots in our own South, for in our South religion is still a custom unquestioned, and leisure can still be found for an obsolete, old-world culture, and intellect still bows in reverence before the soul. In old Salem of the old South there can be no blur upon the radiant confidence of the Christmas story, no smirch upon the silver purity of that far-lit path toward Bethlehem's cave.
       In Salem I feel myself to be sometimes in Cranford, sometimes in Barchester, while all reminiscence of those two familiar home-towns of the fancy is touched by an atmosphere sacred to Salem. From one window of my room I can gaze up the long, silent avenue, forbidden to all vehicles, that skirts the high ivy-hung picket fence of the graveyard. Even in December the graveyard grass is vivid in the sunshine. I am so near that I can almost see the crimson berries of the holly wreaths laid on the little flat marble slabs. Cedar Avenue lies as a white path at the heart of Salem. On one side of it are gateways whose sunny arches, blazoned with texts of hope, stand bright against the shadowy spruce and cedar massed beyond the triumphant marching lines of the little gravestones. Along Cedar Avenue I have watched a funeral procession move with confident tread, while the trombone strains floated forth delicate and clear upon the New Year's morning.
       Another window of my room looks toward the old Square, toward the Bishop's home beside the Bishop's church, toward the aging buildings that still bear names witnessing to the deep Moravian reverence for the family as a holy entity, - the Sisters' House, the House of the Single Brethren, the Widows' House. In the cavernous cellar of the most venerable of all these buildings I was shown, one afternoon, the mysteries of the Christmas candle-making. In those great, white-washed catacombs one peers into dark, haunted corridors through wall arches three feet deep. The floor has the stone flagging that was laid a hundred and fifty years ago. In the long kitchen of the Single Brethren the great, hooded fireplace with its built-in Dutch oven stands intact.
       Here, in precisely the same molds and with precisely the same methods through unbroken generations, have been made the famous Christmas candles of Salem. The molds hold, some of them, six candles, some a dozen. Into the manufacture last year went two hundred pounds of beeswax and fifty pounds of tallow. From the first melting to the final polishing each candle requires an elaborate process of handwork. It took two women six weeks to make the candles, achieving, as they did, six thousand five hundred of the slender wisps of green wax familiar to everyone who has ever known a Salem Christmas. The decorating of the candles, as well as the dipping, is a matter of far tradition. According to methods of cutting and of pasting long in use, each candle is encircled by an outstanding fringe of scarlet paper before it is at last stuck in its hole in one of the long trays and borne off to be kept for the love-feast of Christmas Eve. To visitors and to Moravians take the preparation of the candles is symbolic; when Salem trusts to alien hands the making and the decorating of its Christmas candles, Salem will not be Salem any more.
       A simple, vital reverence for tradition is as characteristic of each individual home as it is of the larger home life of the church congregation. In the tiny cottage that offers me hospitality there is a little wooden rocking chair carefully treasured. One turns it up to find on the bottom, in a handwriting too alive ever to be forgotten, these words, "This rocker was used by mother to rock all her nine babies to sleep from 1828-1844. Keep it in the family." There lies on this little chair a touch of that personal, homey immortality that the home-going dead must value, - and yet it is only a little wooden rocker, tawny drab, and finely lined like an old parchment - or an old face. It has no arms, therefore had no bumps for little heads. It has spreading legs and rockers, and on each rocker is painted a bunch of fading wild roses.
       All the little home is gentle with old memories. Each morning at the close of breakfast I listen first to the daily reading from the Moravian Textbook for the year, the custom of the Text-book dating back to Count Zinzendorf, and after the Text-book comes the reading from birthday and memory books. As I listen, a kindly past made up of small family events becomes vital for me, the guest. Yet the little cottage is alive to the present as well as to the past. The neighbor children blow in and out all ruddy with ball-playing. The Moravian is a children's church, its services crowded with jolly youngsters, seated as happily beside their parents as seedlings grow around a tree. To Moravian children the story of a children's Friend is no dead tale. The rosy seven-year-old Harold who comes flying so often to our door has a hearty affection for Santa Claus, but with that Other he is even more familiar. A few weeks before this last Christmas a little playmate died. Harold was puzzled by the sorrow of the grown-ups and protested, "But Louise has gone to Jesus, and she will be there for His birthday." Winifred Kirkland, 1924
Bethabara Moravian Church Christmas Lovefeast in Winston Salem.