Here are a couple of notes from my girls Leenie and Teri, as they gather with other clan members for a pre-Christmas celebration in Massachusetts .... even the current good old nor'easter blizzard can't stop the fun!
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Eileen sent this on Saturday morning:
Hey MA,
we are here, in Boston, safe and sound, in the airport hilton, we had a good nights sleep (8 hours!) and Rosie and Linda are going to drive us up to Glosta a little later. Can't wait. Teri tells me she is snowed in, the plows havent' come yet! Remember those days?! Anyway her boys are thrilled and throwing snowballs etc. And Greg is like a little kid, being an Aussie the whole idea of a white Christmas is just a big treat for him!
I did bring my computer in the end, as I wanted to keep writing. Will send some more dispatches if you like, still humming away on the Medici theme tune...
Hope all is cozy and lovely there.
Souffle clan coming thru this eve and we'll do the Rockport xmas pageant, but first I will get a treatment from Rosie (Cranial osteopathy I think!) and have a nap.
Love and hugs
Leenie xxx
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and Teri sent this, on Saturday afternoon:
Hey Ma....last email for a bit now...it's 2:30 pm ish out here and here's the latest:
Rosie and Linda picked up Leenie and Greg for me, in their Toyota Tank, a big help and efficient, actually. They are now at the Tuck Inn, having a nap. Rosie and Linda came over here and the five of us dug into my massive homemade lasagna and some nice crusty baguette...then we ate some Christmas cookies made by me and Wes last night (the Christmas Piggy! the Christmas dolphin, of course)...now everyone is outside with Buddy (who ADORES snow and is careening around), shoveling, throwing snowballs, and uncovering my car. We will soon head over to Rockport, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve...
Dave text-ed me from the Mass Pike a few minutes ago, they are making good progress. We estimate they will join us in Rockport around 4 pm-ish.
We will not bring Buddy with us to Rockport...last year, the farm animals TERRIFIED him; he is a big baby.
So the Annual Rockport Christmas Pageant, complete with baaaaaing sheep and Donkey Odie and Ladies o' Bethlehem and Wise Guys and narrator with Boston accent (Luke's version....Dave, as you may know, waits to hear how the babe was laid in a "mange-ah"), set to commence at 5 pm. My favorite part is the end, when the whole crowd assembles around the creche on the Congregational Church's lawn to sing "Silent Night." Even the most hardened agnostic sings along! Beautiful. Can't wait.
Can't wait to see Leenie and Greg. And the Lamberts! The Rowan!!! I want to read him "Santa Mouse" later!!!
So you and John, with this description, are, I hope, here in spirit....
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The trip ended up being 7-8 hours in each direction, due to lots of accidents and pre-Christmas shoppers backing up traffic on the off-ramps to the malls.
We made it to Rockport in time to meet the procession up the main street - Rowan was entranced. Or exhausted. Hard to say. It was truly lovely to hear the entire town and guests singing Silent Night, a cappella, with a light snow falling. Magic.
We only got one full day in Rockport plus that night and the morning before we left again, which was far too little time to see everyone. It snowed the entire time. Not blizzard conditions, just light, constant snow. It was glorious, and made me miss it all that much more. I hate Jersey. I've tried to love it here, and Hoboken is wonderful, but this area lives on freezing rain and sleet, getting one major snow a year.
We've also started observing that Jersey is more negative than I am. Signs read "Do NOT leave door open!" rather than "Please keep door closed," and that sort of thing. We saw a sign today that announced that a particular form of train ticket would cease to be sold on the platform. It never bothered to mention that it was being replaced with a more flexible format.
It all just starts to weigh on a person after a while.
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