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A Very Brinkley Christmas

December 15, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

I love Christmas music. Christmas music in the car makes every drive better. A drive to Plano, a quick trip to the Texaco for gasoline, or even a long slow haul through Oklahoma.

Winter Wonderland reminds me of Brother Brown and Brinkley Chapel Christmas programs—a private joke among the youth choir, and I use the term choir very loosely… We were an impressive group—me, Staci, our cousin Lesa, and the three Davis girls who ironically were also cousins. I was the oldest, the leader of the pack, but we were all within 3 years of each other. Without fail, we performed a Christmas pageant every year at Brinkley under the direction and choreography of my mother, church pianist. 
Staci, Lesa, Talya, Jamie, Karen, Monica
How excited were we?
As young girls, we wore similar floor length velvet-ish dresses sewn by our mothers or grandmothers. We loved those dresses. Those dresses were the ONLY reason we agreed to perform.
In junior high we showcased our more individually developing talents like playing the flute or guitar to Away in a Manger, more of a 1970’s variety show, made popular at the time by Sonny & Cher, Tony Orlando & Dawn, etc. One year we were even allowed to wear bell-bottom jeans. Eventually, younger Davis kids came along—Kim and Jeff and Mitzi—never part of the core choir, but allowed to play lesser roles such as lambs in the manger scene.
By the time we were in high school, we six girls were completely mortified by this musical spectacle. There was much loud protesting, teenage moaning, hair flipping and eye rolling. We begged and pleaded to pass the torch permanently to the younger Davis clan, but to no avail. Our fan club (mostly relatives) demanded it, feigning absolute delight each year with our performance. There was nothing much to do in Mississippi County. 
The finale was always identical, year after year, a Brinkley tradition—We Wish You a Merry Christmas with the entire congregation joining in for the final verse (which was the same as the first verse).
Finally, Santa magically appeared in the sanctuary complete with red suit, fluffy white beard and a large burlap sack on his back. He spread good cheer and plain brown paper sacks to everyone. Inside, an apple, tangerine, assorted nuts, individually wrapped chocolate and peppermints. I can still smell that wonderful combination of treats. These goodie bags, a highlight and huge indulgence, made the whole debacle worthwhile. I made my chocolate last for days.

Jimmy Davis, church secretary and official keeper of all valuable statistical information, was Santa. He got all the best church jobs.

Santa Davis trades in his sleigh for a tractor in the fall…

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.


Musical Pairing:

Winter Wonderland, Bing Crosby

Jesus and Duck Blinds

December 10, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

A few weeks ago as I hiked trails around Eureka Springs, I saw Jesus peering over the mountaintop. Literally. The Christ statue welcoming everyone to the Passion Play—the Passion Play that is no more…
Eureka Springs, Ar
This sighting reminded me of the coldest night of my life. Which reminded me of the coldest morning of my life. Five-ish years apart, thirty-six years ago—just like yesterday.

coldest night…
In the mid-1980s, a beautiful warm fall day turned positively polar sitting in a hollow in the Ozark Mountains watching the Passion Play. Numbing gusts of wind blew off the hills and through the crowd. Everyone else brought blankets and sleeping bags to huddle underneath. We had nothing other than street clothes. Why we didn’t leave, I have no idea. It wasn’t the canned lip syncing that held our attention. And we knew how the story ended… Too cold to reason? 
I was praying for a down-filled ski coat. Somehow we survived—an Ozark miracle.
Rewind to the winter of 1979.

coldest morning…
An overnight snowfall silenced Mississippi County. Before daybreak, as a pink glow began to spread along the horizon, my boyfriend and I hiked across a frozen field toward the duck blind.
brrrr!
I was prepared for cold weather, outfitted head to toe in thermal underwear, layers of clothing and thick coveralls from the Osceola farm implement company. The morning was exciting and exhilarating. I carried a thermos of double hot chocolate. He carried my gun. Romance ablaze in our own quiet snow globe.
Until.I.Slipped.Into.Icy.Water.
Like quicksand, my boot was sucked from my foot, the muddy suction noise alerting all ducks in Northeast Arkansas as to our camouflaged whereabouts.
Not one to complain, I remained unruffled even facing hypothermia.
I prayed to be delivered from such icy hell.
All that hard work, yet I would never graduate from high school…
Instead of succumbing to total doom, my boyfriend, a Bear Grylls-type, quickly removed my wet sock, rubbed my numb foot against his chest and held it inside his flannel shirt and coveralls until the blood flow returned.
True love. At seventeen anyway.
After a few hours, we made our way home—he with his duck limit and I still had all ten little piggies. A successful hunting trip.
talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Musical Pairings:

Snowbird, Anne Murray

All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate…
Snow…unceasing snow
              (Hashin, Japanese Haiku)

and what to our wondering eyes should appear?

November 13, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

Today’s ThanksBlogging challenge at Arkansas Women Bloggers – share a Thanksgiving Memory…

The memory that always comes to mind…
Thanksgiving Memory, Vintage Turkey
In the 1970’s
home on the farm
gathered around the table
spread with amazing casseroles
and dressing and pies
just said grace
salivating
forks posed
about to dig in
…and what to our wondering eyes should appear
in the center of the dining room window?
a huge TURKEY!
majestic with bronze feathers tipped in black
scarlet wattle
long beard
Watching Us!

Thanksgiving Memory


There were no turkeys on our farm—we had no poultry whatsoever! 
Was that his friend on our table?
His stare made eating a bit unnerving… but we managed.
That was the first and last time we ever saw a turkey on our farm.

The End

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.


Musical Pairing:

I’ve Got Plenty to be Thankful For, Bing Crosby

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Hi! I'm Talya Tate Boerner. Writer, Reader, Arkansas Master Naturalist / Master Gardener, Author of

THE ACCIDENTAL SALVATION OF GRACIE LEE (2016)

GENE, EVERYWHERE: a life-changing visit from my father-in-law (2020)

BERNICE RUNS AWAY (2022)

THE THIRD ACT OF THEO GRUENE (coming 2025)

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