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    ...A little bit of winter has settled in Ohio as we are getting blasted with a winter storm.  The snow is stacking up, so much so that I may have to postpone going cross-country skiing until the roads are cleared!      Recently I attended a small gathering of former classmates and others from my hometown.  Most probably due to our ages, the conversation drifted into the recollections of holidays past from our hometown.  Each person shared a memory of various stores and restaurants in the town with assorted remembered events connected with each place.  As the tales were spun the stories drifted into shared traditions and how they celebrated the holidays in the Magic City.  As the stories poured out of everyone's dusty memories, the subject and locale shifted to a local mall that was now a ghost town, virtually abandoned in the declining economy. Oddly enough, I had memories to share about the location that the others did not have.     Many years ago, before the now defunct mal

     ...It finally happened.  It snowed on the Winter Solstice!  How appropriate, considering the fact that the symbol for Winter Solstice is a snowflake.      This has been a lean year for most, so by mutual agreement my friends and I decided to not exchange gifts this year.  With no gifts wrapped to place under the Christmas tree it forces one to look to the truer meanings of the season.  As I look around I find myself appreciating the brilliant red cardinals that visit the feeding stations in my winter garden.  The holiday light displays cheer my soul and remind me of Christmases past. Walking in the parks on both warmer days and snowy days invigorates me.  Like a little kid I eagerly look for new discoveries along the trails.  Remembering that my friend's son-in-law was in Iraq, but is now home safe to spend this Christmas with all his family warms my heart.     Thinking about the families of the Sandy Hook tragedy, I send the gift of my prayers of comfort to their lives.  I

     The chilly breeze stirred the windchimes in the night.  Overdue for packing them away for the winter, I just had not been ready to give up hearing the gentle sounds for the next several months.  But tonight the lonely sound left me feeling as if the ghost of Christmas Past  was about to visit.  Actually, Christmas Past wasn't so scary.  It was the thought of the other two ghosts that made me a bit nervous.       This afternoon I went walking at the Seiberling Nature Realm. The sun was shining, though it was a little chilly.  Still no snow on the ground.  I needed reinvigorated and a walk in the cool air and sunlight was just what I needed.  Finally I had managed to catch the art showing at the nature realm  All of the art pieces were made from recycled materials.  I was impressed at the offering.  Wonderful little explanitory cards next to each piece told about the materials used and from what source they came.  There were we

    The twelve days of Christmas are taking on a little different mindset this year at Johnson House as I attempt to get a bit of holiday decorating done around the house.  This year I have two feline companions who have never seen a Christmas tree.  My hyperactive badboy, Squirt, is known for getting into everything.  The world is one big wonderful play toy.  It seems nothing escapes his attention.  A few days ago I placed a silvery wreath on the livingroom wall for starters.  Squirt noticed it immediately and sat pondering how to scramble up the wall to reach it.  Okay, so much for that.  When he attempted to knock over the floor lamp next to the wall area where the wreath was hanging, I knew that I had to move the wreath.  Yesterday I placed a wooden primitive angel on the wall spot where the wreath had been.  Again, Squirt sat pondering the angel.  He kept looking at it, then at me, and then he meowed profusely as if to say, "What is it?  How did it get there?"  After a w