Deck THe Halls With Non-Christmas Carols

As a music teacher, well, a retired music teacher to be accurate, I am a huge fan of all types of music. Please don’t ask my views on hip hop and related genres. I will just put out there that little of that style could be construed as music. Call me old-fashioned or just plain old if you wish.

Holiday music is my groove! As a teacher, I’ve rehearsed and conducted 30 Christmas concerts featuring instrumental and choral performances. I’ve also been involved in 20 or so elementary Christmas programs. Most people would get tired of hearing holiday tunes every fall as rehearsals for winter concerts begin. Not me!

One element of Christmas music that I have pondered in recent years is the sheer number of holiday tunes that do not mention Christmas at all. Baby Jesus, wise men and Santa are conspicuous by their absence. Most of these outliers are simply winter songs. Why these wonderful melodies and catchy lyrics are relegated only to the Christmas season is a puzzler. However, if you were to sing some of these in February, I guarantee that someone will ask you why in the world are you singing Christmas songs two months after the fact.

Here is my short list of non-Christmas songs heard only at Christmas:

*Good King Wenceslas – This one takes place on St. Stephen’s Day, which is the day after Christmas. The good king’s generosity and saintly ability to melt snow with his feet make this a yuletide classic. That would be a handy skill to have, and would save a lot on rock salt, too. By the way, yuletide is not really related to Christmas, either.

*Deck The Halls – Since this is a yuletide song, it really isn’t a Christmas carol. Yuletide was a big old party that lasted as long as the yule log did. That’s why they always chose the biggest piece of wood they could drag into the house. The party could go on for days.

*Jing-a-Ling, Jing-a-Ling – a sleighing song. Look this one up if you have never heard it before – it is a lot of fun.

*Jingle Bells – written for Thanksgiving, it is a sleighride tune with some romance thrown in.

*Auld Lang Syne – New Years favorite based on a Robert Burns poem. It is sort of pigeon-holed to a single night. Bummer.

*Frosty the Snowman – no Christmas here – just a snowman coming to life and frolicking with children. This concept sounds a little creepy when you think about it.

*I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm – December is mentioned, but other than that, this is a tune about bad winter weather.

*Let It Snow – must be remnants from the previous song on the list.

*Baby It’s Cold Outside – Same idea, but clearly a different goal in mind.

*Suzy Snowflake – More winter weather, but this time it talks. She must be why Frosty talks and comes to life. Does that make Suzy Snowflake Frosty’s mother?

*The Holly and the Ivy – Another song related to yuletide. Decking the halls with boughs of holly and ivy. Wait – where have I heard that before?

*Winter Wonderland – As with most non-Christmas winter songs, romance and fun in the freezing, snowy weather is the theme. Obviously, these are young people because most older people aren’t crazy about cold weather. That is why there are so many seniors in Florida and Arizona.

*Sleigh Ride – The Leroy Anderson classic, and a personal favorite. The title sums it up perfectly. This winter song even include dessert.

I’m know there are others, but you get the picture. Perhaps you would like to belt out one of the songs from this list in the middle of Walmart sometime in February? I dare ya! I double-dog dare ya!

 

 

Christmas Lights

 

            “Oh that we could always see such spirit through the year.” 

                                                                            -   Lee Mendelson

 

Without exception, I enjoy Christmas time, and always have. Some of my fondest memories are of the holiday season. The lights and music lift my spirits every single year. The same is true in this 2020 global pandemic. The lights still shine, and music still sounds sweet!

We have an artificial tree that we purchased at Lowes a few years back. It is 6-1/2’ tall, which is perfect for us. The LED lights have eight or nine effects and color patterns, from white to multi-colored flashing. The best part is that we bought it on sale, and by opening a Lowes charge account, we got a bigger discount. It was the only time we used that Lowes card, but we ended up getting the tree for less than $30. Quite a bargain in our estimation.

I sometime refer to our Christmas tree as the “curse bush,” since our three cats bedevil the ornaments and lights, which results in some cursing. Most of this is from me, but the wife gets in on the action sometimes. One cat likes to stand up inside the center of the tree and swat at ornaments, though so far this year she hasn’t done so. The tree has only been up for six days, so the season is young. I am not holding out much hope.

Since the weather was nice the weekend before Thanksgiving, and I was getting a little antsy, I decided to put up some outdoor Christmas decorations. This was something I used to do every year, but haven’t done in four or five years. We usually just put some battery-operated candles in the windows. Hey, I’m retired. I don’t need a lot of aggravation – beyond the curse bush, that is. With our COVID precautions and the cancellation of a lot of our usual holiday activities, outdoor Christmas lights were a go! The window candles were also given the green light, as usual.

I went with “old school” stuff outside. We have a pair of Noel blow mold candles that are attached to the porch railings. We have a lighted nativity set that I zip tie to a plywood sheet that I painted white. The plywood sheet is secured to the ground with a dog yard stake. With all the wind we get up here, that keeps everything here instead of a neighboring farm field!

We strung a set of C9 lights around the porch railing, and strung a few sets of miniature lights in the shrubbery in front of the house. We have a lot of stuff that I didn’t put out, such as our blow mold Christmas tree and angel. I also have a couple of sets of animated candy canes, a set of large lit yard ornaments and a set of oversize yard Christmas light bulbs, and a huge animated snowflake. I wanted to spread a little Christmas cheer down here at the end of our dead-end street, but still make it fairly easy to take down again in January. Things that are zip-tied are easily to tear down. Stakes frozen in the ground, not so easy to remove!

When I was a kid, we didn’t usually have outdoor Christmas lights. In fact, I can only remember one time. Dad had stapled pine boughs around the door, and then secured a set of C9 lights to that. He finished with a star that he has made out of sheet metal and wired with C9 bulbs. They looked great, but he didn’t get around to taking them down until well into January. I guess that is why he didn’t put outdoor lights up very often.

I hope your Christmas lights shine bright, your hearts are filled with happiness, and that you spend some quality time with those you love – practicing social distancing, wearing face coverings and frequently washing your hands, of course!

 

   

Somewhere In My Memory

 

I don't know the future, but the past keeps getting clearer every day  - Theme from The Goldbergs

Lately, my mind has been wandering to days gone by. I don’t know if it is the stress of 2020 that is the impetus for this, or just the fact that as I get older I am getting closer to the end of my life. Maybe the days of yore remind me of a time when my life was still ahead of me instead of in the rear-view mirror.

Don’t get me wrong. These are pleasant memories. Sure, I can recall unpleasant ones if I try, since there were a bunch of those, too. But I reminisce on the memories so meaningful that I can still see, hear and even smell them today.

My school as a kid was actually pretty large, and for good reason. I grew up on Wheeling Island, a part of the City of Wheeling, WV. There were about 3,200 people living on the Island when I was growing up, so the population of those 374 acres situated in the Ohio River between West Virginia and Ohio was more than a lot of the rural towns where I live now. Madison School was the public school where the Island’s kids were educated from kindergarten through ninth grade.  The county high schools back in those days only housed student is grades 10-12. That has changed, and Madison is now an elementary school with only students in K-5.

Back in the 1960s and 1970s, Madison School was comprised of the original 1866 “red building,” and the newer “white building.” Calling the white building newer is a stretch, since it was built in 1916. To be fair, it was only 50 years old at that time. In grades 1-3, my classroom experience was in the red building.

Just the mention of the red building brings back a lot of memories, even though I was obviously pretty young. The building had a massive wooden stairway, accessible from two sides of the main floor. First and second grade rooms were on the first floor. That stairway had a little bit of a creak when you walked on it. You could only hear this if the hallway was nearly empty, since there were usually lots of kids around making the sound that lots of kids make.

The smell of old wood, school paste and wet raincoats is vivid in my memory. Upon entering our classroom, we would immediately hang our coats in a long, narrow room referred to by our teachers as the cloak hall. I don’t know how many people can remember details from first grade, but several are live in my mind. I remember the thick, blue pencils that we wrote with. Those things seemed like telephone poles at the time. Maybe little kids can’t hold normal pencils. I’m not sure if they still use those, or if it was just a ‘60s thing.

I remember the reading books with lots of pictures. We used those giant pencils to do arithmetic. It wasn’t called math in first grade. My first grade classroom had a toy house for the girls to play with when we were given free time, while the boys had a metal barn to play with. The house was ranch style and even had a pool. There were no homes on the Island that looked like that, though a couple did have pools. One day, our teacher had the boys play with the house and the girls experience farm life. Funny how that one experience was memorable for me.

It was an honor to have the task of opening a new stick of clay when we were doing art. The cellophane-wrapped clay sticks were about the size and shape of a stick of butter, and to me they always seemed to be gray in color. Some were light gray and some were darker gray. There were no bright colors of this stuff. I hope that there were other colors, but this was definitely not Play-Doh. It certainly didn’t smell like Play-Doh, either. Still, it was must nicer to use a new stick of clay than a clay blob that fifty other kids had already handled!

Once a student entered fourth grade, he or she was introduced to the wonders of the white building. As I got older, previously unknown portions of the white building were discovered yearly. Finding your way around was pretty straight-forward for the most part, but explorers could find some cool areas off the beaten path.

One Madison School tradition that I will always treasure was the singing of Christmas carols every morning the last week of school prior to Christmas break. The entire white building student population would gather on and around the center stairway just after the Pledge of Allegiance and announcements, and we would sing Christmas carols from lyric sheets. The fourth through sixth grade were on the steps and second floor landings, and the older kids were downstairs on the main floor. Madison’s music teacher would play the piano as loudly as she could to accompany those hundreds of singers. We did that every year that I was at Madison, and I believe that this tradition continues today with the elementary kids that now call Madison home.

There were a lot of memories in that white building. I like to keep these posts sort of short, so some of those memories will have to wait for another time. The old red building was torn down a year or two after I left Madison for Wheeling High School, and the spot where red building stood became a playground area. The playground is still used today. No matter how much it changes, Madison School still feels like home to me in my memory.   

Summer Nights

The older I get, the more I dislike winter. While I’m not a fan of the many 90+ degree days we’ve had in June and July, I don’t like cold weather. Spring, summer, and fall are much preferred.

Summer is prime lawn mowing weather. Some folks dislike mowing their lawns. I have never minded it, even as a kid. As a kid, I thought we had a huge yard. Most of the houses were pretty close together, and were on deep but narrow lots. We had two empty lots on our property, so it seemed immense. Today, the yard for our home is ¾ of an acre. That is a big yard. It takes me an about hour-and-a-half to do the riding portion of my lawn mowing activities, and another 20 minutes or so using a push mower to trim. I enjoy listening to a headset radio as I mow, listening to oldie stations. It is pleasant.

Another great thing about spring and summer is the lengthening of the days. It becomes really evident by March, and my favorite months for increased daylight are May and June. I love seeing the first hint of light framing the bedroom window shade at 5:30 AM. It is always a little sad after the summer solstice, as each passing daybreak comes later and the sunset earlier.  

In summer, I enjoy seeing a variety of butterflies flitting over the fields, our yard, or the wife’s flower boxes. Still, the one thing I look forward to each summer is the arrival of lightning bugs! Some call them fireflies, but they have always been lightning bugs to me. Flies are a nuisance, so the term firefly to me conjures up an image of a flaming pest buzzing around a dead animal in the middle of a highway. Ugh.

For me, the term lightning bug describes this little creature perfectly. Like miniature flashes of lightning, each insect lights up his or her little section of the world. When you get to witness thousands of them as we do in our rural setting, it is truly amazing. I spend many nights on the patio watching the lightning bug follies each summer, with numerous mosquito bites to show for my effort. I guess that is the price of admission for the light show.  

As a kid in my “big” little yard, I saw lots of them, too.  I would catch some and put them in a jar as kids often do, with air holes poked in the lid. The air holes didn’t help much evidently, since their lifespan in captivity was rather limited.

This year was an unusual year for lightning bugs. Well, obviously this is an unusual year for many reasons, and it shows no signs of even remotely returning to normal anytime soon. I maintained my June lightning bug vigil, waiting for the first burst of light at dusk. I really didn’t notice any until the first day of summer, June 20. It was a minor light show, but it was the first sighting for me in 2020. This was the latest I can remember seeing them make their annual in many, many years.

Just as I like to see the light around the window shade at 5:30 AM, I love seeing the 5:00 AM lightning bug flirtations. It is still dark, but every few minutes a lone firefly will light up the pre-dawn landscape. Soon, a few other will light up in response, often hundreds of feet away. Then darkness again. This pattern repeats again a few minutes later.

I suppose the hot, dry conditions contributed to a shortened lightning bug season this year. I still see a few in the evenings, but their time spent with me this summer is quickly drawing to a close. I will miss them.