Friday, December 5, 2014

Stories from the city!

We are all imaginative in some form or another,
for images are the brood of desire.
                    George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)


It is not yet snowing here on the farm, and I have to say I am a bit disappointed. I do believe I need snow to get into that Christmas spirit. My having lived in Canada and enjoying snow most every year of my entire life has certainly imprinted my mind as far as the perfect holiday season.

Sitting here looking at green grass does not put me in the mood, so my mind bounces back to my last visit to the city and my Christmas thoughts retreat till that snow decides to come. Sorry Christmas.



My last trip to the city had teased me with a beautiful snowfall and that Christmas spirit started stirring. Finding an old fireplace decorated with stockings where long ago families gathered round trying to keep warm, possibly singing carols and drinking hot cocoa stirred my imagination. Well now, I guess those Christmas thoughts retreating thing did not last very long.

That old fireplace was now partially hidden behind a display of coffees from all around the world. Places where many people have never seen snow, do not celebrate Christmas, and never will. This, now gathering place for writers and artists with their laptops and lattes finds this farm girl wanting to troll this city, and wondering about the stories hiding there.


The day I was in Toronto, Ontario the Santa Claus parade was going on. My having never seen it, I did think I should find my way down to the parade route and find that Christmas spirit. My Mom, the world traveler, oh yes that was what I used to believe, because Toronto seemed like a world away from what I knew. This season always had her find a way there somehow every year. Trying to find those deals on toys and visit friends from long ago. I think she needed to get away from the life she knew in the tiny village, to find that excitement she remembered while growing up. I think she was really finding stories to share with her children or anyone else that wanted to listen.

She would share those stories of watching the Santa Claus parade with floats covered with huge candy canes and trees, of marching bands with music that had you dancing in the street. Mom would always share her stories of happy people sporting huge smiles and laughter. Always a huge smile on her own face sharing stories of an indescribable excitement that hung in the air, sharing those stories with her children and anyone that would listen. My listening to those stories always stirred my imagination and the imaginations of my brothers and sisters.


There were tales of shopping in a city, where you could buy anything you wanted if you had lots of money. I could only imagine. Stories of shopping in stores filled with sparkly decorations and people with bags stuffed with toys and food. Exciting stories, oh yes my Mom was such a wonderful storyteller she could take you to that world and hold you tight, imagining the sounds and the smells.

 A room full of wide eyed children back home in the little village sitting near a Christmas tree huddled on a floor trying to keep warm listening to a mother who could and would take you to a world with only her words. Taking you to a place where each and every one of us knew we would have to see for ourselves someday.


 Even though I never made it down to see that Santa Claus parade. I was sitting there with my own children in a room in Toronto experiencing every moment in my mind.  I could hear every word coming from a little woman sharing those big stories and dreams. I could hear the music coming from those marching bands.

 I could see that smiling group of children sitting on the floor near the Christmas tree, in a tiny room in the little village. Every one of us hanging on every word while sipping hot cocoa and dreaming of visiting and experiencing something a world away someday in our own future.


Thanks for that Mom. You were right, there are stories hidden everywhere.


Later

26 comments:

  1. And both of you, you are your mother, are story discoverers... what a precious gift, so glad you share it with us!

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  2. the snowy toys are cute. :) sweet cat, too.

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  3. Lovely....

    And your photos are lovely also....

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  4. Love the snow covered toys and the kitty! Enjoyed reading your words this morning. Have a wonderful weekend!

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  5. It's so much fun wondering while you're wandering... :)

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  6. Ahhh, the trips back to memory lane are like a breath of fresh air.

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  7. Ah the big city of Toronto...just saying the name gives you tingles doesn't it?

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  8. I could probably count on one hand the number of Christmases I remember having snow. A couple of times while the girls were still at home, and they were really excited about that! Today is such a mild day one remembers springtime rather than the Christmas season that someone has put on "fast forward!" Memories are being made, nonetheless. xo Nellie

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  9. Lovely photos and post ! I was raised on farm in Caledon Ontario and we always had snow with in the first week of December sometimes we had snow from November on . I can remember one year in 1976 the huge storm that put so many people with out power and stranded on the roads the only way to get around for weeks was by Skidoo and the drifts of 20 to 25 feet were against our front door and up to our roves and we had to shovel our way out from every were , The town of Brampton which was a small farming town way back when that is now a big city is as far as I got as a kid , it wasn't till my early 20's I ventured out to the big city of T O to visit . We used to watch the Santa Clause parade in T O on the TV . I have been to it twice but not till I was a lot older ! I could never live in a big city and don't care to visit them to much now a days . Good memories , Thanks for sharing , have a good day !

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  10. Lovely to discover your blog and how lovely to see the toys covered in snow.
    I enjoyed reading about your trip down memory lane.
    happy weekend
    hugs
    Carolyn

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  11. B,

    No snow yet for your in Canada? Wow, that's so hard to believe, I'm so used to hearing of snow in Canada all the time this time of year.

    Listening to stories from your Mom about shopping, toy's, the parade makes for warm heart felt memories. Those memories will remain close to your heart every year. Thank you for sharing those memories :-)
    Hugs to you and your family,
    Sandy

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  12. Wonderful stories! Is that your furry kitty? The fur looks so incredibly soft. Must be a devoted groomer :-)

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  13. Can't believe you don't have snow yet!

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  14. Now that's a neat story. You had me wondering what's going on. It didn't make sense until I got to the end.

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  15. I grew up 75 miles southwest of Toronto. I loved going there at Christmas as a child. It was wonderful Loved this post. xo Laura

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  16. I'm afraid I don't hold your curiosity for the big city. My biggest thrill growing up was seeing Santa and his sleigh on the wavy roof of the local car dealership. I'm glad your mother was able to make it sound so exciting. Happy holidays, I hope you get some snow. Maybe I'll send some in the mail:)

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  17. I think Christmas is taking more than me down memory lane!

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  18. No snow yet, sounds funny in a way for I went to the beach and paddled in the water today :) Hugs M xox

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  19. Christmas memories help make the season - whether there's snow or not! Sending warm wishes for more magical delights this holiday season. (Wait! If I send warm wishes, it might melt any snow that comes your way. So I'll just send my best to you and yours!)

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  20. Like you, I need snow to get into the "Christmas spirit" but reading your stories of Christmases past--both the real, and the "storied" helps warm the heart, and bring Christmas a little closer. Thank you.

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  21. Yes, there are stories hidden everywhere and some of the best ones we get right here on your blog. I too wish for snow for Christmas.

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  22. Some of my favorite trips are those down memory lane! Love your stories, B. Have a wonderful day!

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  23. great photos, Grace and loved the story. we each have a story, many stories, don't we but a lot of us are in too much of a hurry to listen.

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  24. And you do an excellent job at finding those stories. Lovely memories of your mum at Christmas. You would have a problem getting the Christmas spirit here down under where it is summer holidays, picnics by the beach and loads of seafood to eat which gives us the Christmas spirit. Sand and the sea not snow, ice and cold. My parents from England found it took years for them to get the feel of Christmas, as too many other immigrants from the northern hemisphere.

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  25. You continue to carry on the tradition of weaving beautiful stories and making them come alive in our minds :D) xx

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  26. Ahhh B, there is something so simplistic and beautiful about your tales. I love the pictures of children's toys buried under the snow, unused and forgotten from summer.

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