Monday, December 19, 2011

A COUNTRY CLUB SUNDAY: Thanks Jack and Kimberly

KIMBERLY AND DELANIE ROSE
 I AM VERY PROUD OF MY DAUGHTER, KIMBERLY, AS I AM OF ALL OF MY CHILDREN.

Not that she was class speaker or a Senior Rep at her high school home coming.  Not for her performances in the "UP WITH PEOPLE" group.  SHE IS A BEAUTY, BUT THAT IS NOT IT.  Certainly not for her truly astounding 8,000 square foot plus home that is filled with all kinds of art.  Not for her education nor for her position as an Executive Director of a national medical group.

I AM PROUD OF HER CHARACTER.  We've always had good times together, huh Suzy?  (And, the bear was on the top and I was on the bottom - our private joke)

I am confident that her daughter, Lanie, will make her just as proud.

When Julie, seen left, and I arrived straight from church as the brunch guests of Kimberly's family at their country club the lines from that old song came to mind:

"The weather outside is frightful,
 but inside it's so delightful"

The halls of the country club were bright and full of Christmas cheer.  The hosts were all so friendly and welcoming.  Strains of music came from a lovely young lady on the violin.  (I wanted to request that she fiddle Sally Goodin, but I behaved myself). 

Kimberly gave us the "cooks" tour explaining that in the summer she and the kids literally lived poolside.  My fondest wish is that she enjoys this pool experience as much as she did the membership in the little Norton swim club I provided for she and her brothers when they were young.
 
KIMBERLY'S ENTRY WAY
 

We followed Kimberly home to see her Christmas decorations.  When we entered the house we were met with an entire squad of Nut Crackers.  It gave me pleasure seeing this little army because over the years Julie and I have gifted a couple of them, for Kimberly's enjoyment.  Julie likes Nut Crackers, too, and we use them as name place holders for our Christmas dinners.

Kimberly's table is set with care.......No, not in hopes that Old St. Nick will soon be there.  Everyone else will be however.  Although she is only as big as "a well used bar of soap", Kimberly takes after her Dad in a lot of ways.  Entertaining is just one of the ways.

For the second time in about 9 months, Kimberly and Jack will be hosting the entire family, and there are a lot of us.

The last time, a family member who is a doctor couldn't make it.  This time a nurse can't make it.  I think it is downright inconsiderate of people to get sick at Christmas time, don't you?


The expansive living room, with it's 30 foot ceiling, is normally dominated by the baby grand piano Kimberly had specially built in Germany for herself.  At Christmas time, however, a 20 foot tree dwarfs the piano.  Kimberly and the kids choose a tree, have it cut down and installed.  How do you decorate a 20 foot tree?  Very carefully!  Jack holds Delanie Rose out over the second floor balcony to top the tree with an angel.  What a memory that will be for Rosebud.

Trying to catch up with Julie's 5 Christmas trees perhaps, this year Kimberly added a second tree between the breakfast and family room.  It is quite lovely and fits the area perfectly.  Although the home is large enough to host the entire family, plus a guest or two maybe, plus the catering crew, no one is in the least crowded.  When Julie and I do this in our little, 107 year old home, it is wall-to-wall, elbow-to-elbow bodies.  (Uh, with one bathroom, no less!)  Hearing a granddaughter recently discribe the experience to her spouse, I suspect rubbing butts over the years in our little home has also created a lot of special memories.  That being said, thank goodness for Kimberly!  HA 

On the way home, Julie said what a nice day it had been and asked what I thought about the country club, and didn't Kimberly have a nice life.  She asked what I thought.  My answer, a song.

I'm just a country boy,
a corn bread loving country boy,
I raise cain on Saturday,
but I go to church on Sunday!

I told Julie that I was really more of a Little Jimmy Dickens "Take an old cold tatter and wait" kind of guy.  Now don't let that put you off.  You get a chance to come see me, come on down.  I've never had more than I can feed or sleep.  It may be an old cold tatter but I'll gladly share it. That being said, it was a very nice day.

     YESTERDAY IS HISTORY, TOMORROW IS MYSTERY
TODAY IS A GIFT, THATS WHY IT'S CALLED THE PRESENT

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND YOURS

GOD BLESS THE USA 

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