One of the fun aspects of going on cruise in November is that we got to watch the ship transform into holiday decor.  These changes came out little by little each day and were wonderful to see.  I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.



The Symphony cruise ship from Crystal Cruises is beautiful.  I like the fact that it’s smaller than most cruise ships, elegant, has several different restaurants, has a great crew and provides lots of activities.  On the days we were cruising we had plenty to keep us busy.

This is one of the evening shows.  We had the option of going to movies, too, or dancing to live jazz music.

Once again, here are some pics from mealtimes.

We were cruising in November of 2015 (three months after our 40th anniversary), so it wasn’t surprising that some Christmas characters started showing up, mysteriously, from day to day.  It was fun to watch the transformation of the entire ship.


More Dog Pics

Here are the final pics of my parents’ dogs.  Sometimes we have trouble trying to identify which ones they are, but they were all fun to have around growing up.  This first one is Glory and Toot.  My dad always said Glory looked like Senator Dirksen because her hair stuck straight up (and the similarly was true).

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Glory “sang” beautifully every time I played the piano.  It was hilarious!


One of the dogs wasn’t afraid to climb the ladder up to the attic.


They all loved to play frisbee with me.



They were all ornery at times.


But they had to put up with us, too.

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They all loved getting wet at the lake, and hanging out with all the friends that came and went.

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Family is always fun to hang out with.




This next photo looks like Glory and Toot are admiring a photo of themselves!


I think this photo of me is with Maggie, an adorable pup.





More Family Pics

These are more random photos of my dad through the years, particularly at special occasions.  He enjoyed seeing the little ones and playing with them when he could.  This is my cousin, Molly, on the left, and Chris on the right.  Daddy usually had a pipe in his mouth in these early photos, but he quit smoking by the 90’s.

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He enjoyed taking the family to Dornan’s, to the big teepees, for breakfast.


I love this photo of my sister with Daddy, giggling over something.


Holidays were always important to get together, when possible.

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These were taken years ago in Kansas City, and were probably taken shortly after “Mom,” my maternal grandmother, passed away from cancer.  Somebody left my mother’s head out of the scene accidentally!


This would be my dad’s view at the same table — left to right — my grandma and grandpa Chaney, “Pop” (my mother’s dad), my mother, my sister, Robyn, and myself.


Here are photos of my dad with his parents, Delia and Roy Chaney, with Robyn.


This next one is odd because Robyn seems to be cut off; do you suppose she wasn’t cooperating?


Here’s both of us with the Chaney grandparents; now who’s not cooperating? Why didn’t they cut me out?  Too much picture taking, but Grandma and Grandpa look great!







Silent Night

Here are the lyrics to that beautiful hymn that was written (it is said) because the bellows of the organ had been destroyed by mice.  They needed something “silent” that could be performed with guitar rather than organ.  What a beautiful Christmas carol!

Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright

Round yon virgin mother and child.  Holy infant so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace.


Silent night, holy night, Shepherds quake at the sight.

Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing alleluia;

Christ, the Savior is born!  Christ, the Savior is born!


Silent night, holy night, Son of God, love’s pure light

Radiant beams from Thy holy face, With the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth, Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

–Joseph Mohr


Herald Angels

What do you suppose the word “herald” means?  Three things:

  1. An official messenger or representative of a monarch
  2. A forerunner, or person or thing that precedes or comes before
  3. A person or thing that proclaims or announces

Here is the hymn of the day:

Hark!  the herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn King:

Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!”

Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies;

With the angelic host proclaim, “Christ is born in Bethlehem!”

Hark!  the herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn King.”


Christ, by highest heaven adored; Christ the everlasting Lord!

Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of the Virgin’s womb.

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail th’incarnate Deity,

Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel.

Hark! the herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn King!”


Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!  Hail the Sun of Righteousness!

Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings.

Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die;

Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.

Hark!  the herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn King!”

–Charles Wesley

A Midnight Clear

This week I’m sharing some of my favorite Christmas hymn lyrics. Here is one of the beautiful ones we sing every year:

It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold:

“Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, From heaven’s all-gracious King:”

The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing.


And ye, beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low,

Who toil along the  climbing way with painful steps and slow,

Look now! for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing:

O rest beside the weary load, and hear the angels sing.


For lo, the days are hastening on, by prophet seen of old,

When, with the ever circling years, shall come the time foretold,

When the new heaven and earth shall own the Prince of Peace their King,

And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.

–Edmund H. Sears