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Here We Come a’Pinteresting!

We all have our treasured Christmas traditions. In my world, many of those traditions have changed and are still changing. Fast.

For instance, our family used to gather right after Thanksgiving, cram ourselves into a couple Winter Wonderlandvehicles, and head for the mountains. With boots crunching the hard packed snow, we spent chilly hours choosing the perfect tree for each household, roping them to the tops of the SUVs. Then, with our breaths icy puffs, we waited while my mom poured steaming hot chocolate from an oversized thermos, passing us each a mug to warm our hands and our tummies.

Back home at the folk’s, she warmed up a big pot of beef burger soup which we downed with grilled cheese sandwiches. A nice change from the turkey overload. Then, time for the tree trimming to begin.

Eventually, the tree-cutting custom became too much for my aging parents. A store-bought, fake tree did the honors for the next several seasons. A tradition lost. And missed. Ah…nostalgia knocks.

Fast-forward ten or so years. One parent passed away and we keep Christmas much differently now. My daughter is married with a family of her own. It’s good to have little ones excited about decorating the tree again. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say, “…excited about pulling ornaments off the tree.”

Gift cards for iTunes, Blue Ray DVDs, or the latest technological gadgets have replaced the shirt and tie as popular presents. It really is a new day.

Ornaments on the tree.This year, there were changes for me, too. I finally dumped my dial-up for wireless. Got an iPhone. (Joined the twenty-first century.) And decided to decorate my Pinterest page for the holidays. Yep. Took valuable time away from the vacuuming, true, but I managed to find a Christmasy cover for each of my Pinterest boards. (Minus one.) It was such fun – almost as if I was stringing sparkly lights on the tree!

Too much? Probably. Overkill is my middle name. But take a look at http://pinterest.com/cathyelliott10/ (or follow me by clicking on the red Pinterest button to the right) and see what you think.

Hey, maybe I’ve just started a new tradition.


Many thanks to Foter for the great pictures.

Photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/kelloggphotography/385146642/”>Whirling Phoenix</a> / <a href=”http://foter.com”>Foter</a&gt; / <a href=”http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/”>CC BY-NC-ND</a>

Photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/61493316@N00/”>Zellaby</a&gt; / <a href=”http://foter.com”>Foter</a&gt;


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Writer In (What?) Residence

While searching out historic writer homes to satisfy my Pinterest addiction, I noticed some houses had a name. They did not need to be an estate, nor in England or France. Many were in America.

We’re used to fictive estate names, right? They conjure up powerful images: Tara, the Georgian plantation in Gone With the Wind, Mr. Darcy’s Pemberley in Pride and Prejudice, the shadow-filled Manderley of Rebecca, or the more recent Downton Abbey featured in the popular PBS mini-series.

Melville's Arrowhead

Herman Melville’s Home – Arrowhead

Still, I was surprised to learn that Herman Melville’s home in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, where he created Moby Dick, was called Arrowhead. His sweeping view of grasses rippling in the breeze gave him a sense of the sea’s swells. In the distance, Melville pondered a scarred, massive mountain – Mt. Greylock – the archetype of the great, white whale. A house like that surely deserves a name of its own, even if it’s just a farmhouse. With the curious name of Arrowhead.

The Evergreens

The Evergreens

What about Emily Dickinson’s Amherst home – The Evergreens? Is there a name (or house) more charming? Or Beatrix Potter’s Hill Top – which looks out grandly from its hilltop perch onto the tangled gardens below? Charles Dickens’ Gad’s Hill House or Agatha Christie’s stunning Greenway?


Agatha Christie’s Home – Greenway

I looked to my own community where no private abode appears to have a name. My modest ranch-style residence, while cute & cozy, is no Ponderosa. Or South Fork. There is no hill-top situation or Doric-columned façade. We are talking humble house here. Yet, as an author, my inner-Agatha longed to give my little dwelling a name, too. But what?

Obviously, some have considered the grounds for a clue. Though with my notion of lawn care, beige is the new green. Short grass on life-support is my goal. A goal I have met. So probably not The Evergreens II.

The Ever-beige? Nevergreens? Greenless?

I know! Little House on the Prairie. Uh, no. Fitting, but not very original.

I do have some amazing roses that survive in spite of little attention. Let’s see…Gnarly Rose Ranch?

This isn’t as easy as I thought. Maybe I better go water the lawn so I have more options.

The House With No Name

The House With No Name

For more about Writer’s Historic Houses, visit: Writer’s Houses: Where Stories Live


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