Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Ebenezer?


The morning of Christmas Eve, The Missus Herself and I were up and about our business rather earlier than normal. For it was time to head north to my homeland for to celebrate the birth of the Savior with my Mom, brothers, sister-in-law, nephew, niece, and the niece's sweetheart. (I dunno, is it okay to say that in this day and age?) Anyhoo, he is a nice guy and City Girl is sweet on him, so there ya go.

The weather on the way north was très misérable, or as I would have pronounced it in the days of my youth, "trez miserable." (Yup, noose parlons frankase.) The rain came down in sheets and I, being something of a purist regarding my New England Christmases, had visions of a soggy Natal festival.

Normally at this time of year it's usual to see snow when one is about 40 miles north of Providence in Little Rhody, for Worcester (pronounced Wooster, no really) is in the heart of the Massachusetts snow belt. Not this year though. Off in the trees one could see the pitiful remnants of some old snowfall, the surviving whiteness huddled in the shadow of the pines, trying desperately to make the Sarge's Christmas white. I was beginning to despair, especially as we approached the New Hampshire border and it was still raining.

Though things started to look up when we got to Keene, New Hampshire. The rain had stopped and there was still a bit of snow to be seen nearer the highway. Not much but at least the rain had stopped.

The closer we got to the abode of Madame Mère, the more snow we could see. In fact, my Mom had told me that they had had a snow squall at the very moment I had called her from the flight deck of Chez Sarge as we were taxiing up to the cat to launch this Christmas sortie. I had high hopes as the snow was more in evidence.

Within ten miles of the homeland, the snow lay thick and crisp upon the land. And it was cold! Not an Arctic chill mind you, just cold enough to keep the snow from melting. While it wasn't exactly "deep and crisp and even," it was good enough to warm the cockles of the old Sarge's heart. (And yes, Juvat, I actually have a heart. Can you believe it? He wanted the entire day off on Christmas. It's unfair I tell you! "But Sarge, it's only once a year." A poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every twenty-fifth of December!)

Christmas Morning, Charlestown, NH
(Truth be told, Cratchit, I mean, Juvat, did a fine job with the Christmas post, so fine in fact, that I'm doubling his pay! Hahaha, now Tiny Tuna can say, with gusto, "God Bless us, everyone... Whaddaya mean Juvat's getting a raise?")

Anyhoo, Christmas up north was excellent and well worth playing U-Boat captain for most of the way. (No really, it rained so hard that I thought we were underwater for part of the way.) I would write more but, I'll say it with photos...








I pray that your own Christmas went well and that you were able to be with people you love. I did and am thankful for that. "Ebenezer" Sarge here, good day.



18 comments:

  1. Made it, and the snow does make a difference.

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    1. Snow makes it feel more "Christmas-y." Though I'm pretty sure that in Judea 2,000 years ago there was very little snow.

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  2. As the song says, "It's the most wonderful time of the year" and it has been. I'm glad you had a great one
    with your family, my friend!!

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  3. I'm only sorry that all I had was my phone on Christmas

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    1. Bummer. But I sense great times in the future for you and YNBF.

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  4. We went from thunderstorm to blizzard. I cooked part of the Christmas meal at my place; it was foggy and coolish when the viands went in the oven, no travel blizzardy when they came out. So the Christmas meals were rather incomplete in two locations. But no one starved, and it's the spirit of the thing that counts.

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    1. No one starved...

      It's the little things in life, innit?

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  5. Twas a balmy 78 on Christmas Day in the Heart of the Texas Hill Country. The Roast Beast was cooked to perfection (if I must say so myself). Sweet Potato Gnocchi was sublime. Sauteed Green Beans and Mushrooms were consumed speedily as was the Roasted Brussel Sprouts. Little Juvat is still away on his business trip, so we're holding the Present Opening Ceremony until his return on Epiphany. Seems appropriate.

    And....

    It looks like even old Ebeneezer mellowed out on Christmas Day resuming the Sarge persona. It's a Christmas Miracle!

    Enjoy the rest of your Vacation and have a Happy New Year.

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    1. Christmas Miracle? Bah, humbug. :)

      As to Sweet Potato Gnocchi, while I hesitate to mirror the happenings over at Brigid's place, that's a recipe you really do need to share. They sound awesome!

      Hopefully you have some down time this week, what with the students (and teachers?) being away. I confess to feeling slightly guilty, not having to go back to work until the 9th of January. Slightly, mind you, not a lot.

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  6. Thanks for the post and pictures, Ebenezer/Sarge.

    Paul L. Quandt

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  7. Wooster? Since when? When did it stop being Woostah?

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    1. I'm from Vermont, where we pronounce the letter r.

      But yes, "Woostah" is the Boston pronunciation.

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  8. Hope that you and the family had a wonderful Christmas Sarge.

    The picture you have of the field covered in snow just slapped me with memories of hunting pheasant in MI. What a ruckus they made when they took off, kind of like quail but slower and louder.

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    1. I have nearly filled my pants once or twice while out hunting when quail went blasting off right in front of me.

      Hope your Christmas was great as well Ron!

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  9. No complaints about Juvat's raise from me. I'm understand my place as the grasshopper while Juvat is the hard working ant, and I don't expect a Federal Minimum Wage for blogging. By the way, I'm sure I never told you that I once played Tiny Tim in the school production. I was vertically challenged even more back then so I fit the role. Not many lines, but I still remember the last one- "God Bless us, Everyone!" Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

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