Resting in the hearth of the front room, amid tea light candles; Mum's crib and figures. The crib is quite new, replaced by one of my younger cousins (Gregory); the old one as I remember was nowt but a box (very fitting for a stable). The figures though must be over 50 years old, I remember the year poor Joseph lost his head. No such thing as super glue, so he was put together with some rubber solution - seems to have worked well though..
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Lovely creche....and so meaningful to to you as well. I have a few ornaments of my grandmothers which hold special childhood meaning to me. It is like they speak to us from love.
Happy New Year David. May we both dig in and write those books. Peace and love to you.
What a lovely crib! I bought a litle one a couple of years ago (having had no tradition of anything "religious" exhibited at Christmas). It came from Peru, and as well as the tiny figures of Mary, Joseph and the Baby Jesus in a manger, there was a sheep on one side, and a rather surprised-looking llama on the other. It is quite delightful. I put it where it won't annoy my husband!)
Happy New Year to you, pleased to have found your blog.
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