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I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day

It’s Jess’s week to teach Sunday School. (He and another guy teach on alternate Sundays.) Since he was super busy this week, what with a load of work, choir practice Wednesday night, and the church Christmas program and Christmas dinner on Thursday night, he's having to do all his studying today.

Evidently the lesson has references to Christmas songs in it, as he asked me to find the lyrics for a couple of them. It was in my search for the second song I got really interested. They lyrics of “I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day” were written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I’ve loved his poetry since I was a child and first came across it in an old book someone gave me, but I didn’t know the story behind this particular poem and subsequent song made from it. Here’s the poem as it was originally written:

"Christmas Bells"

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!"


I’d be willing to bet you’ve never heard it sung with all those verses. More likely this traditional version is what you've heard or sung:




In case you haven’t guessed from the words of the original poem, it was written during the Civil War. And from what I’ve read, it seems the feelings behind this song were about three years in the making. While the whole nation was living through the tragedy of the Civil War, the Longfellow house was hit with its own tragedies.

In the summer of 1861, the Longfellow family was living in the Craigie House overlooking the Charles River in Cambridge, Massachusetts. It was a hot summer, and Longfellow’s wife, Fanny, decided to trim the hair of their 7-year old little girl to remove some of the weight of it, and hopefully allow her to be more comfortable.

As mother’s sometimes do, she wanted to save a few of the curls. She got a bar of sealing wax, and melted it with a candle, so she could preserve them. What she didn’t notice was a few drops of the wax dripped onto her light-weight summer dress.

About that time a breeze blew through the window, and ignited the wax on her dress, causing it to burst into flames. Fanny ran into the nearby library, trying to spare her children the sight of their mother in flames. Longfellow was in the library and tried to put out the flames with a small throw rug. The rug wasn’t big enough to do the job, so he threw his arms about his wife, trying to extinguish the flames.

Talk about love in action.

Longfellow’s face, arms and hands were severely burned. Fanny died the next day, and Henry Longfellow was too ill from his own burns to be able to attend the funeral.

The first Christmas after Fanny's death, Longfellow wrote, "How inexpressibly sad are all holidays." The following year, December 25th 1862, he wrote in his journal, “’A merry Christmas' say the children, but that is no more for me."

But tragedy wasn’t done with the Longfellow family. Almost a year later, Longfellow received word that his oldest son Charles, a lieutenant in the Army of the Potomac, had been severely wounded with a bullet passing under his shoulder blades and taking off one of the spinal processes. However, he did NOT die, so contrary to popular belief, it wasn’t his son’s death that spurred Longfellow to write “Christmas Bells.”

However, I’d guess it’s safe to say that his wife’s death, his son’s serious injury, and the Civil War as a whole were much in Henry Longfellow’s mind when he wrote the poem on Christmas Day of 1864. Though the song speaks of despair, in the end it offers hope.

The music for the Christmas carol, “I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day” came from John Baptiste Calkin. He rearranged the verses of “Christmas Bells” and left out the two with more direct references to the Civil War.

The traditional music and verses were used in the above rendition of the carol, which is quite nice. However, while searching for a video, I came across a little different version I reallly like. It's sung by the group, Casting Crowns.



That's what we need not just at Christmas, but all year long,
.
"Peace on earth,
.
good will to men."

All I want for Christmas. . .

Well, all I want for Christmas, I guess I've already got. I certainly haven't thought of anything I would put on a gift list. In fact, we're all kind of non-Christmas at our house this year. It seems to be a non-event. I'm not sure why. But right now it's one week until Christmas, and -
  • There are NO Christmas decorations anywhere to be found.
  • There are NO Christmas presents anywhere to be found.
  • Thare are NO Christmas cards being mailed.
  • There are NO plans to remedy the above.
A bunch of Scrooges? Maybe.
Perhaps we're all Grinches? Maybe.
An over-reaction to the commercialization of Christmas? Maybe.

For whatever reason, it seems no one here can get in the spirit of the season. For myself, I would have to say I feel more sadness than joy this time of year.

Sure, you hear that Jesus is the reason for the season. If you can go to Christmas services, I guess you might feel that more. If I had a church home, I might feel that more. But for various reasons, I don't.

And, well, we don't really KNOW when his birthday is, now do we? I mean, historically it can't be pinpointed to an exact year, let alone an exact date. So instead of going crazy just at Christmas and Easter, well, why not a passion for Jesus all year long?

So it seems Christmas isn't on our calendar this year. I think it's just going to be another day off, like having an extra Saturday. Maybe next year will be different, but this year, I'm not doing Christmas.

Have a nice day.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Last night Jess and I went to our favorite Mexican restaurant and enjoyed some yummy food. He brought home some flowers and candy and a card, so guess he's earned some brownie points, huh?

Right now he's on his way to the Huntsville Airport to pick up Richard, Chrystie and Ellie. They're going to have a nice shock weather wise. It's 7 degrees where they live today, and 61 degrees here. Wow! Viva la difference!

The sun does look mighty good out there. It was rainy and gloomy this morning, but now it's a sparkling day.

I've got a chicken in the crock pot, so supper is started, I've done all the cleaning I planned on doing, and I've got clean sheets on beds. We're ready! (Or at least as ready as we'll ever be, ha, ha.)

We even went up to Walmart this morning and bought a new car seat for Ellie. Richard called from Minneapolis and said they'd forgot to get the carseat out of the car, and would I go buy a cheap one and they'd pay me back.

Jonathan and I went up and found one that looked decent. It will adjust for kids up to 100 pounds, so ought to work for a long, long time, considering Ellie only weighs somewhere between 30 and 35 pounds right now. It's got a nice zippered bag we can store it in, and just pop it in the basement between visits. So now they will have one less thing to cart around the airport when they come to see us!

They're in flight from Memphis, and looks like they didn't have any major flight delays any where this time. Always a plus.

So we're going to have a fun Valentine's Day. Hope everyone reading this has a super day too!

Merry Christmas!

Hope everyone has had a nice Christmas.

Ours was pretty quiet, but had a couple of “first time in a long time” happenings.

First off, for the first time in a long time Toby and I went for a walk in the woods. I guess it's been something like 3 weeks or so since we last went. I put pictures up on Rural Ramblings from our little trek.

Then today was also the first time in a long time Jess got to take a full-fledged shower. He had to wait for the staples to come out of his incisions before he could get them wet, so it's been well over two weeks.

Before he could get in the tub, we had to put a couple of hand bars up. We bought two Safe-er-Grip Bathtub & Shower Handles to help him navigate safely. Those things are pretty neat. They've got a big suction cup on each end with release latches to tighten or release the suction. They're super easy to put up, and it's convenient to be able to move them around when needed. And once those rascals are up, wow! It feels like we'd tear a piece of the tub surround out before they'd let loose.

We also put a sturdy folding chair in the tub for Jess to sit on. He managed fine, though he was pretty well tuckered out by the time he finished. He's still a bit on the puny side. It's going to take a while before he builds back up his stamina after such major surgery, reaction to anesthesia, and blood loss.

Also today, Richard called and we had a nice long chat. And for the first time I got to hear Ellie say, "I love you Sussern Mama!" Well, you can imagine that bought a tear (or two or three...) to my eyes!

We also got a call from Deb today and got the latest on happenings with the other grandkids and what they were doing this Christmas Day.

It's been a nice day, even if we didn't do much celebrating.

Home Sweet Home

Yesterday we were ready to leave by 6am. The doctor came in by 7am. But it took until about 10:30am before the nurse and Case Manager got the paperwork done and we could actually think about leaving. I finally took matters into my own hands, literally, and wheeled Jess out myself while the nurse was taking another patient down. MY patience was gone!

By the time we stopped at the pharmacy to get the injections and pain pills Jess needed, it was almost noon by the time we got home.

Jonathan helped Jess get up the steps and into the house. We've got most of Jess's pathways figured out, but need to do more with his recliner. It's too low and he can't get up out of on his own.

Today I went to the store and got some stuff Jess needs like rails to put in the tubs, a mat for our shower, cold wrap for his leg that swells due to inflammation, and various other stuff. Being in Walmart the Saturday before Christmas is a BAD idea.

Not that I've been thinking much about Christmas. Who has the time, energy and other necessary stuff? No decorations this year. No exchanging gifts. No big meal. I feel like Scrooge this year, but there it is.

At any rate, we're glad to be home. It's a lot of work, but it's better than the hospital by any stretch of the imagination!