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Another Nosmo King Christmas story...
The family went to Trinity Presbyterian church, the one on top of the hill on Maine Boulevard. Trinity was right behind St. Aloysius Roman Catholic in size of congregation. Back in the salad days of the Baby Boom generation and full industrial output of the upper Ohio River valley, churches and schools were bursting at the seams with rambunctious kids.
Mom and Pop enjoyed compliments about the behavior of their children during church services. What those who admired the comportment of me and my brother didn't know was the amount of discipline envolved in keeping us quiet. Mom and Pop stressed the reality of sacred spaces. Bank lobbies, the Carnegie library and especially the church. These were places we were never allowed to throw a fit and raise a fuss. Funny how those verbs are so specific. One throws a fit, raises a fuss.
But there were distractions enough in church to keep us settled. We usually took a pew right behind Mrs. Vodrey. If she were to be portrayed in the movies, Margaret DuMount would play her. You may remember Margaret from many Marx Brothers movies. She was always the matronly woman baffled and impervious yet always the butt of the pranks of the brothers.
Mrs. Vodrey wore a fox stole during Sunday services. The clasp on that fox piece was the head of the fox. The mouth served as the clasp and its stuffed little mouth bit down on its foot. The head was fitted out with little beady glass eyes. Between studying that wrap with its anatomical features and filling in all the 'O's 'P's 'R's and 'Q's in the church bulletin kept me occupied. My brother passed the time by napping.
But that was enough to impress Mrs. Vodrey.
Ours was a singing congregation. There were organized choirs for elementary aged kids, high school kids and the Canticle choir was the feature group for adults. The congregants sang too. I knew Pop could not make the choir given his tin ear. He was flat and sang behind the beat.
Easter and Christmas were the times the choirs shined most. But especially Christmas Eve.
The service began with the congregation seated and the sanctuary bathed in candle light. Marion Hales was seated at the organ and with a silent cue she would begin playing "Oh Come All Ye Faithful", one of my personal favorite Christmas hymns. The elementary aged kids would then proceed down the aisle. They wore dark green velvet robes, a broad white collar and gold bow. They carried lighted tapers and sang in their high, sweet voices "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!" with their little angelic faces awash in candle light.
They were followed by Rev. Toot, our minister, wearing a red and gold robe and carrying a candle. He read from the Book of Matthew, the Nativity story. After two or three verses, the choir would respond "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord."
Then the high school aged choir kids would march down the aisle. Decked out in deep red robes decorated with sprigs of fresh holly, they too carried lighted candles and responded after Rev. Toot "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord." They took their places in the choir loft behind the little kids.
Then Rev. Toot took his place at the pulpit and read more from Matthew. The adult choir, the Canticle choir, would fill the sanctuary with their rich voices. They came down the aisle wearing gold robes and each one with a taper light. "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord".
The congregation was on its feet singing along with the choir. Rev. Toot ended the call and response by noting the Shepards with their flocks and the Heavenly Host singing Hosannahs from above.
While I was enthralled and my brother was gobsmacked by the pageantry, it all proved too much for a little kid among the pews. After about the sixth "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord", he was moved by the spirit and shouted out "One more time!"
A giggle rustled through the sanctuary and we went home to dream about sugarplums and anticipate Christmas morning.
The family went to Trinity Presbyterian church, the one on top of the hill on Maine Boulevard. Trinity was right behind St. Aloysius Roman Catholic in size of congregation. Back in the salad days of the Baby Boom generation and full industrial output of the upper Ohio River valley, churches and schools were bursting at the seams with rambunctious kids.
Mom and Pop enjoyed compliments about the behavior of their children during church services. What those who admired the comportment of me and my brother didn't know was the amount of discipline envolved in keeping us quiet. Mom and Pop stressed the reality of sacred spaces. Bank lobbies, the Carnegie library and especially the church. These were places we were never allowed to throw a fit and raise a fuss. Funny how those verbs are so specific. One throws a fit, raises a fuss.
But there were distractions enough in church to keep us settled. We usually took a pew right behind Mrs. Vodrey. If she were to be portrayed in the movies, Margaret DuMount would play her. You may remember Margaret from many Marx Brothers movies. She was always the matronly woman baffled and impervious yet always the butt of the pranks of the brothers.
Mrs. Vodrey wore a fox stole during Sunday services. The clasp on that fox piece was the head of the fox. The mouth served as the clasp and its stuffed little mouth bit down on its foot. The head was fitted out with little beady glass eyes. Between studying that wrap with its anatomical features and filling in all the 'O's 'P's 'R's and 'Q's in the church bulletin kept me occupied. My brother passed the time by napping.
But that was enough to impress Mrs. Vodrey.
Ours was a singing congregation. There were organized choirs for elementary aged kids, high school kids and the Canticle choir was the feature group for adults. The congregants sang too. I knew Pop could not make the choir given his tin ear. He was flat and sang behind the beat.
Easter and Christmas were the times the choirs shined most. But especially Christmas Eve.
The service began with the congregation seated and the sanctuary bathed in candle light. Marion Hales was seated at the organ and with a silent cue she would begin playing "Oh Come All Ye Faithful", one of my personal favorite Christmas hymns. The elementary aged kids would then proceed down the aisle. They wore dark green velvet robes, a broad white collar and gold bow. They carried lighted tapers and sang in their high, sweet voices "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!" with their little angelic faces awash in candle light.
They were followed by Rev. Toot, our minister, wearing a red and gold robe and carrying a candle. He read from the Book of Matthew, the Nativity story. After two or three verses, the choir would respond "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord."
Then the high school aged choir kids would march down the aisle. Decked out in deep red robes decorated with sprigs of fresh holly, they too carried lighted candles and responded after Rev. Toot "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord." They took their places in the choir loft behind the little kids.
Then Rev. Toot took his place at the pulpit and read more from Matthew. The adult choir, the Canticle choir, would fill the sanctuary with their rich voices. They came down the aisle wearing gold robes and each one with a taper light. "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord".
The congregation was on its feet singing along with the choir. Rev. Toot ended the call and response by noting the Shepards with their flocks and the Heavenly Host singing Hosannahs from above.
While I was enthralled and my brother was gobsmacked by the pageantry, it all proved too much for a little kid among the pews. After about the sixth "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord", he was moved by the spirit and shouted out "One more time!"
A giggle rustled through the sanctuary and we went home to dream about sugarplums and anticipate Christmas morning.
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Hi everyone.
Just a brief up date;
We were busy the 1st week of Dec. with doc appointments.
Good check ups on every single one!!
Then this 2nd week I got this weird flu that's going around which I gave to hubby, so both of us are now getting over it.
Just a brief up date;
We were busy the 1st week of Dec. with doc appointments.
Good check ups on every single one!!
Then this 2nd week I got this weird flu that's going around which I gave to hubby, so both of us are now getting over it.
Montrovant
Fuzzy bears!
Hi everyone.
Just a brief up date;
We were busy the 1st week of Dec. with doc appointments.
Good check ups on every single one!!
Then this 2nd week I got this weird flu that's going around which I gave to hubby, so both of us are now getting over it.
Good to hear the check-ups are positive.
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Hi everyone.
Just a brief up date;
We were busy the 1st week of Dec. with doc appointments.
Good check ups on every single one!!
Then this 2nd week I got this weird flu that's going around which I gave to hubby, so both of us are now getting over it.
Bummer. At least you're getting over it. In time for Christmas.
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Another Nosmo King Christmas story...
The family went to Trinity Presbyterian church, the one on top of the hill on Maine Boulevard. Trinity was right behind St. Aloysius Roman Catholic in size of congregation. Back in the salad days of the Baby Boom generation and full industrial output of the upper Ohio River valley, churches and schools were bursting at the seams with rambunctious kids.
Mom and Pop enjoyed compliments about the behavior of their children during church services. What those who admired the comportment of me and my brother didn't know was the amount of discipline envolved in keeping us quiet. Mom and Pop stressed the reality of sacred spaces. Bank lobbies, the Carnegie library and especially the church. These were places we were never allowed to throw a fit and raise a fuss. Funny how those verbs are so specific. One throws a fit, raises a fuss.
But there were distractions enough in church to keep us settled. We usually took a pew right behind Mrs. Vodrey. If she were to be portrayed in the movies, Margaret DuMount would play her. You may remember Margaret from many Marx Brothers movies. She was always the matronly woman baffled and impervious yet always the butt of the pranks of the brothers.
Mrs. Vodrey wore a fox stole during Sunday services. The clasp on that fox piece was the head of the fox. The mouth served as the clasp and its stuffed little mouth bit down on its foot. The head was fitted out with little beady glass eyes. Between studying that wrap with its anatomical features and filling in all the 'O's 'P's 'R's and 'Q's in the church bulletin kept me occupied. My brother passed the time by napping.
But that was enough to impress Mrs. Vodrey.
Ours was a singing congregation. There were organized choirs for elementary aged kids, high school kids and the Canticle choir was the feature group for adults. The congregants sang too. I knew Pop could not make the choir given his tin ear. He was flat and sang behind the beat.
Easter and Christmas were the times the choirs shined most. But especially Christmas Eve.
The service began with the congregation seated and the sanctuary bathed in candle light. Marion Hales was seated at the organ and with a silent cue she would begin playing "Oh Come All Ye Faithful", one of my personal favorite Christmas hymns. The elementary aged kids would then proceed down the aisle. They wore dark green velvet robes, a broad white collar and gold bow. They carried lighted tapers and sang in their high, sweet voices "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!" with their little angelic faces awash in candle light.
They were followed by Rev. Toot, our minister, wearing a red and gold robe and carrying a candle. He read from the Book of Matthew, the Nativity story. After two or three verses, the choir would respond "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord."
Then the high school aged choir kids would march down the aisle. Decked out in deep red robes decorated with sprigs of fresh holly, they too carried lighted candles and responded after Rev. Toot "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord." They took their places in the choir loft behind the little kids.
Then Rev. Toot took his place at the pulpit and read more from Matthew. The adult choir, the Canticle choir, would fill the sanctuary with their rich voices. They came down the aisle wearing gold robes and each one with a taper light. "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord".
The congregation was on its feet singing along with the choir. Rev. Toot ended the call and response by noting the Shepards with their flocks and the Heavenly Host singing Hosannahs from above.
While I was enthralled and my brother was gobsmacked by the pageantry, it all proved too much for a little kid among the pews. After about the sixth "Oh come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord", he was moved by the spirit and shouted out "One more time!"
A giggle rustled through the sanctuary and we went home to dream about sugarplums and anticipate Christmas morning.
Great stories! Another great entry for Nosmo's Anthologies.
Back in Kansas I directed both the Junior Choir (Middle School and Highschool students) and the adult choir in our church. Two of the most memorable times did not include an exceptional or inspiring performance by the combine choirs.
One was that our choir was asked to provide the music for the community Easter Sunrise Service and we practiced for weeks to do a rousing anthem acapella as no suitable instrumental accompaniment was available. The Easter dawned frigid and gray with just enough breeze to intensify the damp cold. I was busying myself trying to get the music effectively clothes pinned to a music stand--I didn't trust myself to direct without it just in case I forgot where the rests were or how long to hold a particular note--while the choir assembled and put themselves into the proper rows.
Our number was announced by the worship leader and I looked up and brought up both arms to bring them to attention and be ready for the downbeat. And there I saw my choir, in full dress choir robes, but also in coats, sweaters, scarfs, hats, I think there were some earmuffs in there. It was hysterical. To this day I don't know how I held my composure.
And another time, the choir had just performed a rousing rendition of Handel's "Hallelujah Chorus". They all sharply clipped the final phrase and I started counting off the three-beat rest before the final "Hallelujah." And in what should have been a deafening silence in the auditorium, somebody's wrist watch was playing "The Yellow Rose of Texas." To all our credit we all got that final "Hallelujah" in before we all lost it.
Michelle420
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Michelle420
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Last work day over YAY!
Ridgerunner
'Ole Wise One'
Michelle420
Diamond Member
I exchanged numbers with some people from work who did not work directly in my department with the scary boss. After I left like 5 different people texted me how unhappy they are at the workplace and how the boss has caused this terrible toxic environment. 2 people told me they have job interviews and plan to leave also. It was the weirdest environment I ever worked in. The second weirdest was working for a mayor and her ongoing disputes with the city council.
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Good night darlinks. I really do love you guys.
And we continue to pray and/or send good vibes and/or positive thoughts and/or keep vigil for
Harper (Save's granddaughter),
Pogo’s friend Pat and special comfort for Pogo,
Nosmo's mom,
Rod, GW's partner,
Kat's sister,
Sherry's Mom for treatment to be successful,
The Ringels in difficult transition
Dana, Foxfyre's friend recovering from heart transplant
Mr. and Mrs. Gracie in difficult transition
Saveliberty for positive resolution for difficult transition,
Mr. and Mrs. Peach174 for full recovery from setback,
Strength and stamina for gallantwarrior in his relocation project,
Ringel's injured shoulder and general wellness,
Drifter in difficult transition,
Boedicca's dad and family,
And for our students, job hunters, others in transition.
And the light is left on for Noomi, Freedombecki, AgainSheila, Esthermoon, Sixfoot, and all others we hope are okay and will return to us.
And we continue to pray and/or send good vibes and/or positive thoughts and/or keep vigil for
Harper (Save's granddaughter),
Pogo’s friend Pat and special comfort for Pogo,
Nosmo's mom,
Rod, GW's partner,
Kat's sister,
Sherry's Mom for treatment to be successful,
The Ringels in difficult transition
Dana, Foxfyre's friend recovering from heart transplant
Mr. and Mrs. Gracie in difficult transition
Saveliberty for positive resolution for difficult transition,
Mr. and Mrs. Peach174 for full recovery from setback,
Strength and stamina for gallantwarrior in his relocation project,
Ringel's injured shoulder and general wellness,
Drifter in difficult transition,
Boedicca's dad and family,
And for our students, job hunters, others in transition.
And the light is left on for Noomi, Freedombecki, AgainSheila, Esthermoon, Sixfoot, and all others we hope are okay and will return to us.
I have a set of Rod Velarde Skinwalker mugs we bought 30 years ago (four different designs), last night I was doing dishes, put the Wolf one in the rack to dry and it found an opening in the front of the rack to escape from and committed Seppuku on the tile floor......... talk about being pissed..........
Here's a picture of bear skinwalker I found on the webz;
As the warrior dances around the mug he turns into to the animal who's skin he's wearing.
We bought them way back when the wife and I were first married and she first visited my parents in Colorado, two of the mugs we had picked up at Garden of the Gods and two at Mesa Verde.
Here's a picture of bear skinwalker I found on the webz;
As the warrior dances around the mug he turns into to the animal who's skin he's wearing.
We bought them way back when the wife and I were first married and she first visited my parents in Colorado, two of the mugs we had picked up at Garden of the Gods and two at Mesa Verde.
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I have a set of Rod Velarde Skinwalker mugs we bought 30 years ago (four different designs), last night I was doing dishes, put the Wolf one in the rack to dry and it found an opening in the front of the rack to escape from and committed Seppuku on the tile floor......... talk about being pissed..........
Here's a picture of bear skinwalker I found on the webz;
As the warrior dances around the mug he turns into to the animal who's skin he's wearing.
We bought them way back when the wife and I were first married and she first visited my parents in Colorado, two of the mugs we had picked up at Garden of the Gods and two at Mesa Verde.
Stuff happens but I understand when a favorite thing gets lost or broken. Hopefully you can replace it?
Ridgerunner
'Ole Wise One'
Well my Daughter, SIL and 2 grandsons 12 and 5 years of age arrive in about 8 hours for the pre-Christmas celebration. They have to leave the 24th and return to their home in Geneva, Il.
Let the chaos begin...
Sara and Scott will be staying in a Hotel in Waikiki and the boys will stay with Tutu and I...
Let the chaos begin...
Sara and Scott will be staying in a Hotel in Waikiki and the boys will stay with Tutu and I...
- Thread starter
- #51,997
Well my Daughter, SIL and 2 grandsons 12 and 5 years of age arrive in about 8 hours for the pre-Christmas celebration. They have to leave the 24th and return to their home in Geneva, Il.
Let the chaos begin...
Sara and Scott will be staying in a Hotel in Waikiki and the boys will stay with Tutu and I...
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Really good looking boys. The age difference is a bit challenging but you'll manage that. We won't have our kids/grandkids with us this Christmas but it's okay. We'll enjoy Christmas Day with Aunt Betty and Dana and it will be good.
Aunt Betty, age 91, is determined to have Christmas dinner at her house this year The woman is amazing.
Spent the past 2 days at the VA hospital getting all kinds of tests and prodding. Had to get a brain scan (my yearly one) to check on 3 old minor strokes. Still can't find anything in there.
Then I had a sonogram or something on my right breast for a painful thickening since a knee operation 4 1/2 months ago. Then yesterday I had to get a mammogram (yes indeed) and they found no cancerous growth. The cancer specialist/surgeon wants me to contact my only surviving aunt (83) who had a double mastectomy as did her now deceased sisters. Plus my 3 female cousins to see if they had any cancer. Doctor wants my Aunt's latest test results to find out if there's a genetic strain that could affect men in the family. Leaving for Texas in the A.M. for 6 weeks instead of the usual 3 months. Have to be back here by Feb 13 to get some more tests before I would have to get a biopsy. All my doctors say they are not concerned but they want to make sure. Please Foxfyre , don't put me on the sick list or a suicide watch. I'll keep you posted if anything comes up. We're fortunate to have irosie91 on this forum because she's an expert on medical knowledge
Then I had a sonogram or something on my right breast for a painful thickening since a knee operation 4 1/2 months ago. Then yesterday I had to get a mammogram (yes indeed) and they found no cancerous growth. The cancer specialist/surgeon wants me to contact my only surviving aunt (83) who had a double mastectomy as did her now deceased sisters. Plus my 3 female cousins to see if they had any cancer. Doctor wants my Aunt's latest test results to find out if there's a genetic strain that could affect men in the family. Leaving for Texas in the A.M. for 6 weeks instead of the usual 3 months. Have to be back here by Feb 13 to get some more tests before I would have to get a biopsy. All my doctors say they are not concerned but they want to make sure. Please Foxfyre , don't put me on the sick list or a suicide watch. I'll keep you posted if anything comes up. We're fortunate to have irosie91 on this forum because she's an expert on medical knowledge
Nosmo King
Gold Member
How do you tamp down childish enthusiasm this time of year? When the kids act up maybe the best thing to do is to wrap some empty boxes in Christmas paper and place them under the tree. When the kids get out of hand take some of those empty boxes from under the tree and put them on the fire.
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