Happy National Fruitcake Day! Yes – today is another holiday of the yuletide season. Albeit ~ a rather strange one from my perspective. And although many people may agree that there are a few fruitcakes in congress, this one is not an official “National” holiday. For it to be one it would require an act of congress… (I’m not commenting on this!) 😉
So, you may be asking yourself, just what is this stuff? Does it really exist? And if it does, does anyone ever really eat it? How to discern this holiday treat from the other mounds of foods presented on that laden holiday table? Here is a list of some of the most well-known characteristics:
It weighs a ton.
You usually only see it around Christmas.
Once it is made, it’s pretty indestructible.
It seems to last forever.
You look upon it and wonder…If I eat it, what will it do to me?
Maybe the better question …is it even edible?
Finally, those of us in the “older” generation know it all too well. But younger generations will often mistake it as a holiday door stop.
If it fits this description, then it certainly must be a…..Fruitcake!!!
Wiki says: In Great Grandma’s day, fruitcakes were as popular during the Christmas season, as ribbon candy. Okay, you don’t know about ribbon candy either, huh!?! Well, as the Christmas holiday neared, Grandma went to work in the kitchen. She lovingly took out all the dried fruits and nuts that she had so painstakingly harvested and dried during the summer months. These precious and sought after fruits, and lord knows what Continue reading →
Dear Editor, I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say that there is no Santa Claus. Papa says “If you see it in the Sun, it is so.”
Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus? Virginia O’Hanlon 115 West Ninety-Fifth Street
Your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds.
All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to our life its highest beauty and joy.
Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus? You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your Papa to hire men to watch all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did Continue reading →
I’m listening to the little goblins and ghouls running through the neighborhood filled with the excitement of being out after dark. There is also the adventure of getting “treats”! I wonder if they have any idea what a treat it is for me and my hubby to hear their giggles and see their smiling faces? It sure is worth the bags of candy.
To add to my entertainment, I’ve been reading the jokes on the Laffy Taffy candy. (and tasting a few) Check some of them out and enjoy a laff on me 🙂
Why did the chicken go to the library? To check out a BAWK! BAWK! BAWK!
How did the monkey cross the road? It jumped on the chicken’s back!
What’s black and white and blue all over? A frozen penguin!
and finally, for your last Halloween chuckle (and my personal favorite :)) …
To all the men and women who have served or are serving in our military & to their families – Thank you for your service, God speed …
A college professor, avowed atheist and active member of the A.C.L.U. was teaching his college class. He shocked several of his students when he flatly stated that once and for all he was going to prove that there was no God.Addressing the ceiling he shouted, “GOD, if you are real, I want you to knock me off this platform. I’ll give you exactly 15 minutes!”
The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by.
“I’m waiting God, if you’re real, knock me off this platform!” Again after four minutes, the professor taunted God saying, “Here I am God . . . I’m still waiting!”
Then as the professor’s challenge was down to the last couple minutes . . . a Navy Seal, who was just released from the Navy after serving in Afghanistan and Iraq and had newly registered for the class . . . walked up to the Professor. The Seal hit him full force in the face, knocking the professor out cold and tumbling from his platform.
The students were stunned and shocked . . . and then began to babble in confusion.
The Seal, nonchalantly took his seat in the front row and sat in silence . . . ignoring the puzzled stares of his classmates, who also fell silent in wait.
Eventually, the professor regained consciousness and staggered to his feet. Looking at the Seal in the front row, the professor still somewhat shaken, angrily asked, “What the heck is the matter with you? Why did you do that?”
The Navy Seal met the questioning gaze of his professor with steely resolve and said, “God was really busy, protecting America’s soldiers, who are protecting your right to say stupid things and act like a jerk. So, He sent me!”
Note: There are two things Navy Seals are always taught:
25 years ago today, Matthew was preparing to come into the world. What an exciting and joyful day that day was! The birth of our first little boy. He was so wanted and his birth was so greatly expected. He was truly a bundle of joy.
1046 weeks; 7,323 days; 175,728 and some hours ago Matthew died. Yes, we count the years, the months, the weeks, the days, the hours and the minutes. We live in the awareness of our broken family.
When one embarks on the path of mourning a child, new experiences and feelings pop up constantly to suprise you. One of the feelings that I find amazing on this 5th birthday since Matthew has been in his premature grave is this: Birthdays are infinitely more difficult than death days. It is expected that you will feel sad on the anniversary of the death, but birthdays are supposed to be times of celebration. Continue reading →