The line stretched for what seemed like hours. Richard and Gretchen were getting impatient as many of the children were.

Gretchen whined, “Mummy, when shall we eat? I am so hungry.” Richard punched her in the arm and called her a baby, but their mother simply smiled in her stoic way.

“Soon, children. We are nearly there.”

The line inched forward until they were at the head. Mother took the children by their arms and handed them to the Major Domo.

“Sir, here is my offering for the feasting.”

Without looking back she left the arena as the children screamed.

Photo credit: susivinh / Foter / CC BY-ND

This is my offering for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge. A bit darker than my normal, but it felt right for the challenge.

Fairy tales all start the same. These days they do. Once upon a time. Blah, blah, blah. But, there was a time, long ago, fairy tales started differently. Each one, different from the other. Each one had a message.

They started, “Come children, hear.” And the stories. Oh, the stories. Scarey, monsterish, loving, frightening. No blah, blah, blah.

Parents teaching their children how to live in the world of Real. Real families discovered monsters under the bed. Real families were torn apart with no happily ever after. Real sent shudders down your spine.

And, so, once upon a time began.

Fairy tales? Once upon a time? Velvet Verbosity challenges us with the word ONCE.

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Merry Christmas to all near and far. Remembering Whose birthday we celebrate today. Thankful to know His as my Savior.

Busy Christmas Eve . . . cooking, eating, family (see, commas ARE important!), food*, fun, and frivolity. Who could ask for more?

Whovian gifts (and one Elsa) knitted or crocheted and gifted.

Kids who tried to make mama cry with a special family gift.(sniffff)

New friends met – old friend reacquainted.

Late morning sleep in (hubby still abed at 8:30!) and another day dawns (well, not yet – this IS Alaska!) with a fresh coating of snow. Yes! We, indeed, got our White Christmas wish!

My wish for all of you is a day filled with family and joy, followed by a dawning new year filled with promise. My love to you all.

*By the way, I am no longer the baker, candy maker I used to be. One project over done (but acceptable) while another never set up and will likely find its way to the garbage – or meet spoons. lol. Think I will leave it to the pros from now on.

Another installment of my trip to Boston – some of the foliage, animals/water fowl, and characters I came across along the way. Oh, the hilarity that ensued.

One of the things I wanted to do for sure was to find the Edgar Allen Poe statue, which was unveiled the Sunday before my arrival. There was a sign asking people not to climb on top of the statue, but nothing said I couldn’t give him a hug. (smile) The visit to Cheers was accidental (Oh, there it is!) and sadly, nobody there knew my name. haha. The last two pics were taken at Tremont 647 which we had mostly to ourselves. Loved meeting Brian & Bridget, and Beth and Danny. They, of course already knew Shelley. Our waiter was Shaun and everyone decided he and I needed a pic together as well.

Fall colors! In Alaska we don’t see the vibrant reds so I was thrilled. The squirrel? About twice the size of those in Alaska. And, B-I-G trees! The trunk was huge – I placed my cell phone there for comparison. And, of course I needed pics of the mounted park rangers. Saw lots of dog walkers, but this guy took the award for wrangling the largest group. He was a good neighbor, too . . . pausing to bag and tag the excrement along the way. I also saw several groups of children being walked through the Common as well as near my hotel. I didn’t get really good pictures, however. It was really cute – walkers would hold onto handles attached to ropes. Younger kiddos would be in multi seated strollers all strapped in. And, ALL of them were happy and chattering. Nice to see.

Water, as always draws me. Lots of that around me while wandering through Boston Common and the Public Gardens.

Even in a big city like Boston I reminded myself – I live in Alaska – I make my own fun. Part of that fun was to see Boston from a different perspective. Yes, I did it. I boarded a Duck and took a tour that was fun and entertaining and educational as well. And . . . I got to go ONTO the Charles River without being in a boat – or getting wet. Well, mostly I didn’t get wet, but I was in the front seat and near an open window and the Duck kicked up some waves. So, I got sprinkled.

Here are some pics from that tour.

gas lights! more cool architecture


Elephants! from a Duck! In Boston? Yup. The driver was chatting away and telling us about the sights along the way when he, very disappointingly, stated we would have to detour because the police had that road blocked off. Then he got excited and said “get your cameras – get your cameras – this is even better!” And we were treated to a parade of elephants headed toward the Gardens for the circus later that night. Cool! We also heard about Jumbo – or the remains of Jumbo – the mascot for Tufts University.

The last one, the smallest, is the STAR as you can see.

going down onto the Charles River hey, look, another Duck! row, row, row sailing, sailing cormorants capital dome suffolk county jail we're headed out - they're waiting to come in part of the Berlin Wall (Reagan said "tear down this wall!") a castle! just a reflection of our former selves

After the Duck arrived safely back to its street-berth I caught a cab back to the hotel. It was an interesting ride wherein the cabbie tried to deposit me at a hotel not my own . . . and had to be convinced it really was not where I needed to go. I did finally arrive back safely and look back fondly at my “own fun” time.