Flag Day Quilt

I’m so glad today is June 14th.  I woke up this morning feeling discouraged.  Yesterday I turned my ankle and immediately it looked like a baseball.  Nothing serious, but I had 23 gallons of lavender lemonade to make and deliver to a wedding reception!  With the phrase “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength”  repeating in my mind, and with the help of my kids, we got it done.  The lemonade was delicious, the reception was gorgeous, and this morning I woke up with an enormous foot.  It’s the price you pay, right?  I won the battle yesterday but today felt bleak.

Until I remembered Flag Day.

My favorite holiday.  And this year it’s even better because I made a Flag Day Quilt.


Honestly, this quilt was a happy accident.  I pieced the red and white houndstooth section back in 2012, if you can believe that.   For seven years it hung in my sewing closet with more red and white fabric.  I looked at it every year or so, thinking “I should finish this.”


The last time I took it out, I realized I had no desire to finish it.  I also wanted to make something useful with it.  And the longer I looked at it, the more I saw stripes, and then I thought of adding stars, and all of a sudden it was the most interesting project in my studio!


The stars are foundation paper pieced using this pattern by Quiet Play and the five inch star was the perfect size both in width and scale.  Before I knew it I had a flag day quilt! I took it to Melissa at Sew Shabby Quilting and had her quilt waves on it, a perfect pattern for a flag.


I hobbled outside this morning to put my flags out and suddenly my festive porch was the perfect place for flag day quilt photos.  The quilt looks right at home at the top of those stairs – I almost wish I could just hang it there.


I backed the quilt with a vintage sheet and added a hanging sleeve for easy display during the summer.


It was fun to pay special attention to detail with the binding.  I carefully made it to have blue binding around the stars and switch to red for the stripes.  It frames the flag perfectly.


As I said before, I’m so glad today is Flag Day.  Putting up those flags and watching them flutter in the breeze completely fixed my heart.  There may be dirt, peeling paint, weeds, and general diarray, but I saw beauty.  I saw flags, colors I love, flowers I planted, a quilt I made.  A deep sense of contentment and gratitude filled my heart.  Who cares about swollen ankles? I can conquer today too.


I end with a quote from Calvin Coolidge, “We identify the flag with almost everything we hold dear on earth, peace, security, liberty, our family, our friends, our home… But when we look at our flag and behold it emblazoned with all our rights we must remember that it is equally a symbol of our duties.  Every glory that we associate with it is the result of duty done.”

The flag reminds me of everything that has gone right.

Happy Flag Day!
Jennifer

Candy Canes and Holiday Goals

It looked like Santa’s workshop.  Wrapping paper, scissors, tape, and stockings littered my kitchen table, complete with the Christmas candy I’d found before most people thought about putting away Halloween decorations.  Everything I’d gathered for weeks sat waiting to be placed in the box.  We were mailing Christmas to Paraguay.



Our daughter is living there as a missionary
for the restored Church of Jesus Christ and this will be her first Christmas away from home.

Five thousand miles away from home.



All my discretionary time had gone to gathering little things I hoped would bring her happiness.   And candy canes.

Little boquets of candy canes, tied with a bow.  More than she would ever eat.  I don’t even know if they already have candy canes in Paraguay, but I doubt it, because American candy of any kind is so hard to find.  What I do know is that she loves the people of Paraguay, especially the children.  Every package I send to her has something little in it for her to give to the children she serves.  In my mind’s eye I could see her smile as she gives them away.  Yes, I had to send candy canes.


We got everything ready and then it got real.  As in, how would we actually fit it all in the box?  I didn’t want to find a bigger box; the flat rate box I had was already going to cost a small fortune to mail.  So we all began suggesting ways to pack everything in, which drew my husband to the table.

I remembered how he fit an unreal number of wedding gifts into our car when we were married and had to haul everything from Colorado to Utah, so I stepped aside and watched him puzzle it out.  He did a great job, fitting more into the box than I would have, although I cringed when one stocking went in upside down.  Soon the box was full and bulging, but he did it.  He got it all in.

I should have been ready for what happened next.

But I wasn’t.

I should have handled it with grace.

But I didn’t.

He squeezed the box so he could seal it.


And I heard candy canes go “crack, crack, crack.”



Somewhere in my brain the thought registered that sealing the box required squeezing it shut.  Somewhere in my brain I knew he had done a logical thing, but apparently that part of my brain wasn’t connected to my heart, and it definitely wasn’t connected to my mouth.  I don’t remember what I said, but I do know that I effectively communicated to my husband that he had messed up and broken the candy canes.  To which he replied, “You didn’t really think the candy canes were going to make it all the way to Paraguay without breaking, did you?  You knew they would break.”

I picked up the package and my keys, and left for the Post Office.  I blinked back tears as I waited in line.  Then I blinked back the tears while I very politely thanked the postal worker for his kind help with mailing my package.  I blinked back tears while I walked to my car.  Then I drove as the tears fell.


I’m her mom.  Moms make holidays happen.  She’s thousands of miles away from home, living in conditions I can only imagine.  I wanted her to open our box and have love come spilling out, not candy cane dust!  I had been so thoughtful about this package, hoping it would feel like Christmas to her, wishing it could hold every tradition and favorite thing about the holiday.  It was my offering to her, my gift of love, and before it even left my house it was broken and flawed.  I felt broken and flawed.

My conscience seared with guilt.  I was crying over candy canes!  Candy canes, of all things.  I’d hurt my husband’s feelings and made him feel flawed as well.  Over candy canes.  Broken candy canes.  In my quest to send the perfect package to our daughter, I’d damaged feelings like my husband had broken candy canes.


Eventually the candy cane dust settled in my heart and I saw the approaching holiday season more clearly.  It’s a lot of work to “do it all”.  The decorations, the events, the food, the gifts, the opportunities for giving, are all amazing and yet challenging.  My husband was doing his part:  making everything fit in the box, and sacrificing a few candy canes was worth it.  He was probably right.  But when we’re all thrown together and life happens, those low-flying but deeply felt expectations can be like my candy canes: fragile.  And when they snap, it’s easy to forget that people’s hearts are a lot like candy canes:  fragile.


Today I am grateful for broken candy canes.  I am sure we will all laugh about how many tiny candy cane pieces ended up inside that box.  I hope I get to share with her what I learned that day.   My goal this holiday season is to remember those candy canes: to let everyone contribute in their own way to our holiday celebrations, to extend grace when something breaks instead of breaking back, and to keep the little things little.  To make relationships and people more important than delivering a perfect holiday. Because all I really want to feel this season is love.  Love is what motivated the package in the first place.  And love is what our daughter will feel when she receives our package, no matter how many tiny, sticky candy cane pieces come with it.

I wish you a heart full of love this holiday season, regardless of what breaks.
-Jennifer

Season’s Readings: Favorite Christmas Children’s Picture Books



Children’s picture books have been a passion of mine for many years.  Having spent many hours reading aloud to all eight of my children, I have amassed a collection of books that are a treasure to me.  Children’s Christmas picture books are in a category all their own, and I love them dearly!  In fact, I’m a firm believer that we never grow out of the need for nourishment through stories, and I also believe that Christmas stories are one of the fastest, most powerful ways to center our hearts on the true meaning of Christmas.  After years of collecting, reading, and sharing lists with friends, I’m finally sharing my favorite children’s Christmas picture books here.

This list is in no particular order; we love them all.  You will find some that have been classics for many years (for good reason!) and hopefully some you’re less familiar with.  In a few cases I’ve included books that are out of print and therefore hard to find because they’re just too good to leave out.  Many teach a lesson and a few of them are simply fun to read.  All of them are books my children fondly read each year when I pull them out.  Although our age range is now 8-20, we still gather as a family in the evenings to read these stories aloud, just like we did when the children were so little that they could all pile on one chair to read.  These are stories I hope my children want to share with their children someday, and I look forward to many “Season’s Readings” with grandchildren in the years to come.

Let’s get started!

Hopeful Homemaker Favorite Children’s Christmas Books
Christmas Day in the Morning , by Pearl S. Buck, is the beautiful story of a farm boy who wanted to give his father a gift for Christmas.  It’s Christmas Eve and Rob has no money, so he gives a gift of service that neither he nor his father will ever forget.  This tender and beautifully illustrated story is the #1 favorite of one of my daughters.



The Christmas Gift of Jonathan Toomey
shares the story of a lonely woodcarver whose heart is changed by a special order.  As Mr. Toomey carves pieces of a special nativity for the Widow McDowell, her son William also wins the reader’s heart with his observations and corrections of the woodcarvers work.  A classic for good reason, this book should be a part of every Christmas library!



Mr. Willoughby’s Christmas Tree
was given to me by a dear friend years ago, and we have loved it ever since.  It’s one of the first books my children reach for, especially when we’re putting up our Christmas tree.  This charming story illustrates how one tree provides a Christmas tree for many!  We really love this one.



Sam’s Christmas Wish
is the story of Sam Edwards.  When he loses his job just before Christmas he insists he wants no help for his family.  But a mysterious delivery happens anyway and Sam can’t figure out who did it.  His heart softens and it becomes Sam’s wish to perform some act of service that cannot be discovered.



The Tale of Three Trees
is a traditional folktale that shares the stories of three trees.  Each has a desire to be something special, and their wishes come true in unexpected ways as the fate of the trees become a part of the events of Jesus Christ’s life.  I remember my mother reading this book to us when I was a child and I love this book.


There are no words in A Small Miracle , but the author tells through pictures the story of an elderly woman who uses the last of her strength to stop the vandalism of a church.  When she collapses in the snow, the nativity figurines miraculously come to her aid.  This book was a gift from a dear friend twenty years ago, and when I ask my family which Christmas book is their favorite, two or three of them mention this one first.  Children love to look at the pictures, and little ones enjoy telling the story themselves as they “read” the book.  Peter Collington created a real treasure with this unusual book.



How the Grinch Stole Christmas
is a story we all know.  Although it’s easy to skip the book and just watch your favorite version of the movie, I love to read the original story to my family.



Cranberry Christmas
continues the adventures of Mr. Whiskers and Maggie, and shares the happy story of how Mr. Whiskers solved a problem that brought happiness to all the children in town.  A companion story, Cranberry Thanksgiving , is included in my short list of favorite Thanksgiving stories . My copy is a vintage one that I tracked down long ago, but I’m happy to report that these books are now back in print!


While there’s no lofty message in The Christmas Cookie Sprinkle Snitcher , it is a story my kids love to read aloud.  When all the Christmas cookie sprinkles go missing, one brave boy goes on a journey to find the culprit and bring the sprinkles back.  With fun illustrations, this is a classic that went out of print and has been back in print for a few years.



Christmas Oranges
is a classic story of an orphan girl who innocently breaks the rule in the orphanage and creeps out of bed to see a Christmas tree for the first time.  She is broken hearted when the master of the orphanage punishes her and won’t allow her to have her Christmas orange.  How the other children quietly come to her rescue is a story you won’t forget.  Every year when I eat my first orange at Christmastime I think of this story and try to imagine what it would be like to experience an orange for the first time.  Note:  I was sad to discover that this book by Linda Bethers is out of print, and shocked at the price offered for the few used copies I saw at the time of this writing.  It appears the story is available in a gift pamphlet format here .  It is the #1 favorite of some of my daughters.


Patricia Polacco is a favorite author and illustrator who pulls into her books many experiences and elements of her Jewish upbringing.

The Trees of the Dancing Goats
is no exception.  This beautifully illustrated book tells the story of a Jewish family who, during their Hanukkah celebration, came to the aid of their Christian neighbors who were too sick to celebrate Christmas due to an outbreak of scarlet fever.  I LOVE this book, and enjoy the portrayal of true friendship and love.



The Year of the Perfect Christmas Tree
is a tender story of a girl whose father is away at war, and it is her family’s year to provide the Christmas tree for the town celebration.  Without her father home, Ruthie and her mother have no money and don’t know they will get the tree, but they are determined that their family will keep their word.  Their efforts are rewarded with a wonderful surprise.



The Polar Express
is a Christmas classic, and I much prefer the book over the movie.  I love the beautiful reminder to believe, and to treasure our Christmas memories.  The 30th Anniversary Edition of the book is lovely.



One Small Lost Sheep
by Claudia Mills is dear to my heart.  It tells the story of a shepherd boy who misses seeing the angels announce the Savior’s birth because he is out searching for his lost sheep.  So many beautiful messages are included in this little gem.  It is, unfortunately, out of print.



The Christmas Ship
is a beautifully illustrated story of a toymaker whose toy shop is condemned by the town Mayor shortly before Santa stops to ask Sam to help deliver gifts.  Pushing his own problems aside, Sam delivers gifts all night aboard his Christmas ship, and along the way demonstrates kindness towards the Mayor.  I love the illustrations and the message of this story.



The Gift from Saint Nicholas
tells the story of a village that is completely snowed in.  Saint Nicholas hears the wish of the children that he will still be able to come, so he hunts for just the right gift, puts on his skis, and leaves a mysterious package in the middle of the village.  While the gift is far from what they expected or wished for, it is just the right thing to help them all enjoy a wonderful day.  I love the portrayal of simple gifts being just the thing to meet our needs.  Sadly, this is also out of print.



The Best Christmas Pageant Ever
is a must-read every year.  I love to read it to my children on December 23rd, a night when we let them all spread out blankets in the family room and sleep around the tree.  It’s a chapter book, so takes far longer than any of the others listed here, but is a precious story of the unexpected things that can happen, even when the worst kids ever end up with all the lead roles in the city Nativity program.  This heartwarming story has been a favorite since it was first published in 1972.

The Night Before Christmas
Clement C. Moore’s poem is another classic that countless illustrators have added to in many versions over the years.  A few of our favorites of this poem are these:

This gorgeous papercut edition
, Jan Brett’s illustrations , and this version with Bruce Whatley’s illustrations is also lovely.  I also love Mary Englebreit’s version with her signature illustrations.  Whatever version you choose, it’s a lovely book to add to your library and we’ve found that having several different copies only makes us love the poem more.

Non-Christmas Favorites that I read to my kids at Christmas
There are three more stories I love to read to my children at this time of year.  All tell a historical story in which people met a challenge in courageous ways.  Two of them are stories from the Holocaust, and I mean no disrespect by sharing them here in connection with a Christian holiday.  On the contrary, they speak volumes to my heart about the kind of person I want to be, and the sort of people I pray my children will choose to be and so I love to honor these stories.  I also am grateful to authors who have written so sensitively, for they help introduce difficult truths about history in a non-threatening way which opens opportunities for important discussion.



Let the Celebrations Begin!

tells the incredible story of women in the Belsen concentration camp who made toys for the children from scraps and rags, toys they were secretly making and saving to celebrate when the war finally ended and they were free.  This story of the power of the human spirit to survive and to triumph brings me to tears.  It is also a reminder to me of all I have to be grateful for (including the beautiful friend who gifted it to me), and I believe that gratitude is a most worthy message during the holiday season.  I am full of awe for the noble souls who endured such atrocities and remained good.



The Yellow Star, the legend of King Christian X of Denmark,
tells the legend of a King and how he protected the Jewish people in his country during World War II.  At the end of the book there are some facts about Denmark and King Christian X.  While it may be just legend, it’s a powerful and thought-provoking story.


Finally, there is one American Christmas that I want my children to remember.  There are no Christmas trees, no gifts, no carols.  Just freezing men fighting for a cause on the brink of failure.  It’s a story from the American Revolution.

When Washington Crossed the Delaware
tells the story of Christmas night, 1776, when 2,400 men crossed the Delaware river in darkness and cold to surprise the Hessians at Trenton and Princeton, winning significant battles and restoring hope to the cause.  I love their courage, their sacrifice, the way they did the impossible.  I love it so much that our youngest son is named Trenton, in honor of the Battle of Trenton.  It’s a different kind of Christmas story, but it adds beautiful depth and meaning to our other discussions of giving at this time of year.

Phew! That’s a lot of books!  While this list is far from complete, and there are many other books on our Christmas shelf that I love, I hope it helps introduce you and your loved ones to new stories that will nourish your heart during this beautiful season.  I must say that after spending many hours compiling this list of books that are such treasures to me, I am reminded of another quote from a favorite book, Crow and Weasel by Barry Lopez .  I share it here, for it captures the feeling of my heart as I share this list with you:


“I would ask you to remember only this one thing,” said Badger.  “The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them.  If stories come to you, care for them.  And learn to give them away where they are needed.  Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive.  That is why we put these stories in each other’s memory.  This is how people care for themselves.  One day you will be good storytellers.  Never forget these obligations.”

Merry, merry Christmas to you, my friends, and may we find stories that keep our hearts alive to all that really matters in this life.  And please, PLEASE share your favorite Christmas books in the comments.  I would really love to hear what they are!

Season’s readings!

Jennifer

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