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Sunday, December 10, 2006
The Magic of Christmas in all of its Shapes and Forms
This treadle belonged to my Finnish grandmother. She immigrated to Alaska in 1901, as did my grandfather. Each came separately, not yet having met, on ships to Ellis Island, then trains across the U.S. and then on a barges up to Juneau. They each settled on Douglas Island, where I grew up. My grandfather was a gold miner in the Treadwell Mine...at one time the richest site of gold ore in Alaska. I was born in Louisiana to a Cajun French mother who married her Alaskan penpal during World War2. We then moved to Alaska which was my father's home and it was there that our family lived and I grew up. We were a pioneer family in all meanings of the word. Every thing we ordered and bought, had to come up on barges and that took several months. We ordered from Sears Roebuck and Montgomery Wards or we learned to make do or to create from what we did have. My family were fishermen, hunters, and carpenters. But they were also artists and photographers and dreamers. We learned to appreciate natural beauty as well as all that we could create by hand.
This machine belonged to my grandmother and when I was a young girl and decided to teach myself to sew, I started first with this machine. I was fascinated by its magic and wanted some of that magic for myself. I started teaching myself, first how to make it 'go' and then figuring out how the magic worked to create seams. I never dreamed that someday the magic machine would follow me to Oregon on another barge and be such a treasure to me! My little snowman reminds me of 'home' and creates memories for me of all of my white Christmas's...with or without real snow.
The true magic of Christmas is one of belief. Magic, belief and memories...we imagine what we will and we create it from our hearts.