Showing posts with label Laura Ingalls Wilder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laura Ingalls Wilder. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

MaggieMoose: Pow Wow Tales of Magic

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:
"Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed."


  I told Maggie all about when Maggie's human sib Julie and I attended the Stanford Pow Wow over Mother's Day weekend. The Stanford Pow Wow was held in the eucalyptus grove circle on Stanford University campus. We enjoyed our Indian tacos while we waited for the ceremonies to begin. To our right view we witnessed a young girl's curiosity and pure enthrallment happen. This young girl went up to one of the drum groups while they prepared for the Pow Wow drumming event. At the same time some of the drum group's members prepared the ritual of piece by piece applying their dance costumes for the dancing competitions. This little girl might have come straight out of the book Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. She was the cutest girl. Her curiosity reminded me of my now grown daughter Julie who sat next to me. A perfect Mother's Day gift to me to reflect on mothering memories.



The members of this drum group were so sweet with the young girl. We could tell from afar they answered all her inquisitive questions. Before the Pow Wow started the drum group received CDs of their music to later sell to the crowd. The little girl studied the CD case of their drum music for the longest time. Finally, she melted back into the crowd of people and the Pow Wow ceremonies began. My daughter and I witnessed pre-Pow Wow magic as it might have filled this little girl's soul with imagination of an agreeable surprise. Maggie was pleased. WOOF WOOF



Monday, December 17, 2012

MaggieMoose-ish Christmas Past

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:
"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time."

MaggieMoose Christmas 2011

  Maggie is getting very excited with the new Moose gifts pouring in. She sniffs and sniffs and sniffs them all. We have stuffed moose toys, moose ornaments and more. So MaggieMoose-ish! It takes me back to Christmas past. Looking at Maggie's 2011 photo at Christmas time with her elk antler makes me reminisce. I remember about her human siblings' Christmas past. I still have a photo of the twin girls taken with Santa in a key fob. When my daughter Christy saw Santa at different places she would tell me "That's not the real Santa, the real Santa lives at Stanford Shopping Center". I had to agree with her, the real Santa did use to live there before his big Christmas eve night. I saw the proof, his beard was real when she tugged on it while sitting in his lap. It seems like yesterday our book shelves were filled with Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House on the Prairie books....


As we reflect on those childhood memories Santa comes alive in our hearts. Maggie's friskiness during her first Christmas was great fun. I remember her being perplexed when the ornaments looked like her tennis balls. I could see the dilemma in her puppy mind playing out do I dare play with these? When she walked by the tree she was always doing a double-take looking at those Christmas ornaments. Hysterical. It's fun to become a child again at Christmas time. Maggie and I know where the real Santa lives.