WHY THE MAYOR IS CALLED “THE MAYOR”

From time to time I speak of my husband and refer to him as the Mayor.  The easiest way for me to explain why I call him that is just to place here in my blog, the article I wrote for a newspaper, where he became the infamous “MAYOR”. I have added and changed  the wording because when the article was originally published the editor had limited space to work with. I hope this answers the many questions about his title and I hope you enjoy the story that made him famous.

CREATING CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

 I promise every year that I will be well organized and ahead of myself with all of the Christmas decorations.  I had a good start this year, at least I was thinking about it.  I remembered that all of my preparations begin with my decorations, which is a very complicated and time consuming process.  You see all of my Christmas decorations are packed away in huge  boxes which are stored away in my crawlspace.  For those of you who do not know what this is, it is a space that any normal sized person cannot fit into unless he gets down on his hands and knees.  My space is approximately 25 feet wide by 25 feet long and 3 feet high.  Half of this space is stuffed with all the decorations I have been collecting for more years then I care to remember.  If it wasn’t for my terrific husband, I would not look forward to the process of getting these decorations out of storage.  He usually crawls (henceforth the name of the space) into this unusually cramped area and pulls out the huge masses of boxes.  Before he goes in, he always says to me “If you don’t see me in 1 hour, then call the rescue department to come looking for me.”  When he has accomplished the task of pulling out all the boxes, we  begin the enormous task of decorating the house. I must say that this is one task I do not look forward to because there are so many boxes to contend with and it usually takes up to one week to complete the task. 

With that in mind, both of us begin the process of decorating our home with all of these beautiful decorations.  We now after all these years have it down to a fine art.  I take and decorate the living room, dining room, kitchen and bathrooms.  My husband’s task, is the family room and believe me it is a task.  You see he has been collecting or should I say accumulating miniature villages for a number of years.  There are so many that he creates in miniature size, another city.  This takes so much work and time that we have had an election and voted him in as Mayor. 

Knowing there is a whole ceremony to this procedure, I now have to try to prepare myself for it.  What I frequently do is hide in the kitchen and do my Christmas baking.  Even if I wanted to help l could not because according to the Mayor, I don’t know where everything goes.  All the portable tables we have, are then brought out of storage and erected in the family room. The everyday furniture we have does not hold all these tiny buildings along with the parafina lea that is needed to construct this miniature city. The extra tables along with the everyday furniture barely hold all that is to be erected.

Next the stereo is turned on and make no mistake about it, when the music begins to play there isn’t anyone in the neighbourhood who cannot hear the music.  If it happens that they can’t, the Mayor will make sure that the whole orchestra which now it seems, is in the family room, will be heard by everyone so they can enjoy this process as much as he does. 

As the unpacking of the villages begins we have boxes and decorations everywhere and I mean everywhere.  The Mayor of course in the middle of all of this, as content and happy as anyone could be.  He loves constructing these little places of the past.  When he finally is finished, I do acknowledge that everything looks so charming and picturesque. It gives you the desire of wanting to go back to the time and place in the past that once was.  There is snow on the ground, churches up on the hills that he has so magnificently created, a train reappearing out of a tunnel, people caroling in the park, snow covered trees, ice rinks and waterfalls which he has built with bits and pieces.  The inhabitants of these enchanting little places, are usually participating in different activities.  Caroling, skating, snowball fighting, sleigh rides, tobogganing, even a funeral procession with a horse drawn hearse.  These scenes are all on different terraces and contain almost anything you can think of.  When the buildings are lit up with the multi coloured miniature lights and the illuminating spotlights, you are instantly carried into this very small place, with a sense of Christmas.

When I think back over the years that have gone by, I have discovered that we have created many traditions just like the one I have described.  This small memory that he has created which when we describe and make jokes about it, is laughed about.  But he has created something that hopefully our son, our daughter-in-law and grandchildren  will carry on and remember.  It is not only just one small memory, it is a part of our family tradition.  A tradition that our son, our daughter-in-law and grandchildren will want to continue because they remember Dad (Papa) doing something that he loved.

If we all think back to the Christmasses we have lived through, we will find so many wonderful traditions and memories.  Things such as helping our mother bake all her wonderful cookies and cakes in a bustling kitchen, stuffing and eating that delicious golden turkey, picking and decorating that pine scented tree, hanging up those colourful outdoor lights and shopping for that perfect gift for someone special.  How about the memories created with everyone gathered around the table, eating that wonderful Christmas supper.  How about those amazing stories of the past being told with Christmas carols playing in the background  These are the astonishing things that make memories.  These are the magnificent things that will mean the most to  us.  Memories that will be carried on and remembered.  Not only remembered but inspiring families to create their own.

Christmas is a time to be recalled.  It is a time for forgiveness and joy, a time for peace and love, a time to reach out and lend a hand.  It doesn’t really matter what memories we create as long as we create them.  This will be the greatest gift we give to ourselves and those around us.  Once these memories are created, we will unwrap and treasure them every year as if they were new again.   So open yourselves up to the many magnificent possibilities that  you can surround yourself with by making these memories.  For then and only then will you be truly blessed at this most precious and wonderful time of the year.

We do have pictures of this little city, The Mayor has been looking for them but at this time cannot find them. If and when he does I will definitely add them to this post.

 

 

 

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5 Comments

  1. Kathy A says:

    Your village sounds absolutely awesome. I bet that I could study it for hours! I can imagine the Mayor telling stories about the people to the grands. My house is currently so cluttered that my village that used to sit on an oval kitchen table (now covered with craft supplies) hasn’t made it out of the tote for several years now…somehing to aim for. I try to currently only buy people/small acessories as I KNOW there is no more room for more houses.

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    • Baba says:

      Kathy it is awesome and you could study it for hours. There is so much detail that you find something new each time you look at it. But as much as I love seeing it I love it when it is put away. I have my family room back. But thats ok, it’s the memories that really matter. I just hope that the grandchildren will participate in the set up so they will remember doing it with Papa and continue the tradition. About your craft room, I now do my work in the new shed that the Mayor has built for me. It is heated and air conditioned. Today he is with a friend putting up walls. He was not able to do it last summer because once I got in to work it was impossible to work around my stuff. So hopefully the walls will soon be finished and it will make him happy. It sure doesn’t bother me as long as I don’t have the mess in the house anymore.

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      • Baba says:

        Kathy have a look at the shed. It is in my blog called Birch Cottage. Soon to be part of the name of my blog. I am in the process of trying to redo it.

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