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Robert De Merode

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Re: PHILOXENIA # Havah Nagila and Global Christmas Carols and Songs
12/22/2007 11:54:49 AM

Hello Georgios,

Just wanted to hint a minute correction with regards to the Spanish patron Saint that is Saint James, brother of Saint John, both were Apostles. He is berried in Santiago de Compostela. The Flag click says that the patron Saint is the Virgin Mary, of course all Catholic countries were consecrated unto her protection till the recent past, but that is an other story.

Wishing you and all, a very memorable and graceful Christmas, unless you still have it under the Orthodox obsolete Julian calender in 10 days time or so :-)

Best wishes and friendly regards,

Robert.

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12/22/2007 11:55:08 AM
MERRY CHRISTMAS LIDIA
Gods Blessings To my Russian friends

Nice Russian Christmas Music


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Re: PHILOXENIA # Christmas around the world - May Your Christmas be blessed
12/22/2007 12:02:05 PM

Merry Christmas Georgios & friends.  Here's a Christmas Story I copyied from my forum.  I invite everyone to visit my forum!   Pat  http://community.adlandpro.com/forums/908125/1/ShowThread.aspx

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The Christmas Angels,  be sure you have a Hankie

I've read this story before, but the Message needs to be heard many, many times!!  God is Good! There ARE Christmas Angels.  Pat 
 

1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.

Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.
 
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck.
 
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.
 
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.
 
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
 
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
 
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
 
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
 
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
 
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana?  I wondered.
 
I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his
mounting the new tires, I'd clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
 
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.
 
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
 
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.
 
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
 
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and knee led in the front facing the back seat.
 
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There were candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries.

There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was hole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
 
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
 
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
 

 


 

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PHILOXENIA # Bringing in the Angels
12/22/2007 12:32:01 PM
Hello Robert!

On time to Bring the Angels in. Soon the Big Celebration will Start. I promise to be a good host. Merry Christmas to you my friend.

DANCING WITH AN ANGEL
 

Is there a way I can speak to you I have got a lot to say.
- Destiny of love. I will never forget you now
It seems like yesterday, and it takes a long time for me
To live another way. No! No!! Dancing With An Angel

Christmas Days and there are many ANgels out there.


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Merry Christmas 
May the Angels be with you


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Re: PHILOXENIA # Havah Nagila and Global Christmas Carols and Songs
12/22/2007 12:32:37 PM

Happy Chrismas!

Russia - the multinational state but the most part of the population - orthodox.
The calendar of orthodox church differs from Catholic, and the holiday of Christmas in Russia is marked on January, 7th.
It is the state holiday.

Both in the first, and in the second cases Christmas Eve is, first of all, a family supper. All family set the table.

 And on a table there should be a hay (straw), and on hay - straw - a cloth. Or hay, in memory of a den and a day nursery. In the center it is put SOCHIVO (сочиво). Then other twelve dishes: pancakes, a fish, aspic, студень, a dairy pig, a pork head with a horse-radish, house sausage, hot, колядки, honey gingerbreads, ломанцы with a poppy and honey, взвар. On this set were applied also drinks, that already depend especially on taste and opportunities of the owner. On Belarus kvass and, strangely enough, moonshine have been widespread медовуха.
If with many traditional dishes all is clear. In sense does not cause difficulties in preparation, for example, with such as сочиво, колядки, взвар I have collided for the first time. By simple, but enough labour-consuming manipulations, me have been found and carefully summarized some recipes which I and transfer you.

So, SOCHIVO

For it 1 glass of grains of wheat, 100 gram of a poppy, 100 gram of kernels of walnuts, 2-3 table spoons of honey and sugar to taste is required.

For SOCIVO in advance prepared grain of wheat - all over again it толкут in a wooden mortar by a wooden pestle, periodically adding there water is used. This procedure is directed on clearings of grain of an environment. Then grain clean, sift, wash out in several waters, dry and cook a simple fast porridge. It should it will turn out friable. Then it cool and season with honey.

Separately pound a poppy before reception макового молочка, add honey. Everyone mix and add in a porridge. If this mix has turned out too dense, there it is possible to add waters. In last turn add kernels of nuts which can be roasted preliminary up to a crisp.

SOCHIVO it is possible to make and from fig. It is possible to add and the steamed out raisin, however is already trends of the present. Sometimes сочиво did of several groats, adding wood nuts and жженый sugar. All depend on region and taste the mistress, naturally.

KOLJADKI (Колядки).


The given food is widespread in Russia, however more and at us in some regions all the same meets. Therefore, I think, it deserves our attention.

Колядки or gates are the small baked products from the rye fresh test with various stuffings, fruit liqueurs, намазками or припеками. Колядки is both songs колядовщиков and entertainments for them.

Strangely enough, but колядки as food, are widespread enough in Finland. There them submit to coffee at breakfast, to a broth or soup at dinner, to easy evening salad by a supper, and, at last, as snack. Here all depends on structure. To a word, in Finland колядки refer to as gates and are considered as especially national dish. And in different regions of this Scandinavian country колядки look and prepare differently. Identical there is only a dough - rye and fresh.

So, we smoothly send to the test. It can be prepared from one rye flour, and can and from a mix wheaten and rye in equal proportions. For preparation of the given dish it is necessary to take 2 glasses of the flour, one glass of a liquid (water, milk, curdled milk, sour cream in any parities), it is possible to add salt on a tip of a knife.

The involved dough should be left for 20-30 minutes, having covered with a napkin. Then to unroll a dough in a plait, to cut on equal slices, to roll up balls, to unroll thin flat cakes. And here it is possible to dream. It is possible to make колядки round, it is possible - oval, triangular. Yes, what want! Then to put a stuffing and защипать or to bend edges.
Колядки it is necessary to bake at temperature 200-220 With up to readiness. Baked hot колядки to grease with the kindled oil or oil with sour cream. Колядки with porridges, a potato, mushrooms submitted to soups, a russian cabbage soup, and snow stuffings - to tea, медовухе, to milk.

Certainly, it is possible and to not prepare by tradition, but present reaction of your visitors when you will represent them so exotic for modern people, dishes. For one evening it is possible to pass for the uncommon and original person, and at the same time - the excellent mistress.

By the way, do not forget about hay - straw under a snow-white cloth!

 

Best wiwes once more to all from Russia, Lidia


 

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