The Humbug Post

I started this little blog seven years ago this month.  For seven years I’ve posted little blurbs and thoughts and highly suspected my posts were overlooked.  I just haven’t found a passion or interest to focus on so my writing is random and broad.  But I keep toiling at it just in case something kicks in and I need to be prepared with this blog already in place.  The point is I post four times a week and barely make my daily 10 view goal.  In fact, I have had to round out the views on occasion to make 10.  Not proud of it but it is a fact of life.  So when I do post something that gets a little attention I’m surprised.  That is what happened during the 2018 Christmas season. Continue reading

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Four Angels Divided

angelMy mom was an artist.  As an artist, she found many outlets for her creativity.  One outlet was painting ceramics.  Her dad and stepmother owned a ceramic shop and she helped out.  Along the way, her family were benefactors of ceramic projects big and small.  I remember her painting four angel ornaments for the tree.  One boy and three girls, or in other words, one for my brother and one for my sisters and me.

For years the angels hung on her Christmas tree every year.  Her little angels painted with love by our guardian angel.

Every year for thirty some years her angels hung on momma’s tree.

But all things come to an end.  This Christmas, the angels were divided and each hung on different trees in two states and three towns.  Mom’s angels are separated by distance but still connected by memory and love.