Christmas Choir Catchy & Creative

Who loves to hear the many Christmas choirs. The beloved songs remind us of church spires. Makes us feel cozy and warm like at campfires, Pinching our hearts like a pair of pliars.

I had the privilege of attending some parties where two choirs performed. Riverton Madrigals in their lovely lavender vests, ties and dresses were full of energy and smiles. I loved the catchy songs and choreography. The exact number of men and women. These kids are destined to bring joy to the world with their talents for years to come.

The Mountain Chorale had gorgeous selections and many distinct parts. One of my favorites was Do You Hear What I Hear. Their voices blended and floated me along as on a peaceful plane. The clarinet, violin and recorder added a lovely sound.

See Schmidt Happenings

Oops! I made a mistake and posted the birthday wishes for Grandma Great Crane on the Schmidt Happenings blog at schmidthappenings.blogspot.com. Please go there to read it and see our newest great grand children added this year.

Celebrating 1776 and Freedom

Thanks to those men in 1776, This U.S. of A is the greatest mix, Of Americans who are free to fix, Any ole' dish, spot, thing or choose to nix.

Last night we went to the '1776' musical play at Murray Outdoor Amphitheater. It was wonderful to see these great men doing there best to create a free country. As the play unfolded, with song, dance and drama, it reminded me of the book I read '1776' a few years ago. To read or understand about the miracles that took place and realize that we came out victorious. The Lord's guiding hand was there helping us succeed against all odds. Without Him we would still be under the rule of Great Britain. Many Americans believe our own abilities overcame the enemy, but this nation is not great without the Almighty God who created us and we worship.

It makes your heart swell with pride, that our ancestors came over to enjoy the freedoms we take for granted. Every Independence Day is a gift to remember and be grateful for.

Knitting Pretty

You won’t find these beauties in a crochet kit. And you may not be ready or willing to knit. This creation pictured here, bit by bit. Seeing them, my grandma would have had a fit.

coming from a family that is big into knitting, crocheting, quilting and embroidery, I laughed when I saw these beauties. I thought you would enjoy them to. Talk about a big project. I don't think I would have attempted them.

Time For a Tootsie Roll Treat

Does one ever tire of Tootsie Rolls. I would vote for them if there were polls, They’ve been around as long as soup bowls. ‘Cause it fills our chocolate need & has no holes.

Even though Tootsie Rolls have been around forever, I still love them. They always remind me of simpler times and places. You wont find me passing up one, but I especially love the bigger ones that take several bites and really fit the bill.

The Grass Grows Green

Hills and mountains in their velvet green best. But won’t stay long for the sun is the test. They’ll change into a peanut brittle vest. Adorned with a fancy eye catching crest.

It is a joy to see the hills and mountains so green and soft looking. With all the rain we have had this spring, it's a great bonus. All too soon the heat will dry out those verdant fields and turn them a fuzzy, peanut brittle tan. The Lord's footstool is beautiful no matter the color, but a brilliant green is so divine.

It reminds me of our own farm as the seeds began to grow turning it into a living thing. I didn't appreciate it back then, but how I long for it now. Thanks Dad for being a farmer.

A Neat Nut is a Happy Nut

Someone has to clean this mess up, but not me! I can't freely toss them down with much glee. So here's a shape created. And it's free. I ate some nuts. It's time to eat you see.

Most moms learn early to never toss anything on the floor. We just have to pick it up or sweep it up later. Therefore, I had a hard time tossing the nuts on the floor at this restaurant. Someone has to clean them up, even if it isn't me. At first I put them in a pile, then changed it to an arrow for creativity. Another woman, probably a mother, set her nuts beside mine. It used to be fun, but now it's just not possible to toss as freely as a child. Thanks for teaching me to do the right thing, except when I am at this restaurant.