Showing posts from September, 2016

Introducing armand marseille

Dear Diary,
Jesse:  "Boys, here is your new brother.  His name is Armand Marseille.  He comes originally from Germany.  I know he looks very young but actually he was born sometime around the turn of the last century.  He is bigger than either of you and has joints which move.  He is sturdy but we have to remember that his head is made of bisque and can break if we are not careful with him.  He's been around for well over 100 years and we want to be around for a lot longer.

Angelo:  I was very excited!  Getting a new brother was way better than a new push bike!  But, I was curious about something and I just had to ask - "Papa, why is he wearing those old fashioned clothes?"
Jesse: I had to laugh at Angelo's question.  "Well, Angelo, it's because he is an old doll.  To us, his clothes look old fashioned but in his early days, they would have been very fashionable.  Don't forget that you still wear knickerbockers!  The broach on his hat has special meani…

Letter: "shades" of autumn

Dear Diary,
Adam:  I received a letter from my friend, Antonio.
Dear friends in New Zealand -
After several days of cloudy, rainy weather, we are enjoying a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon.  It's one of those rare, perfect "in between days" - not really summer anymore, but not yet autumn.

 I took the opportunity to sit out on the patio and enjoy the nice weather (and the quiet).  

Benjamin Roy joined me for a while, but then went off to play with his friend Pete.  
I also spent some time arranging some lovely autumn hued flowers that we picked up at the market.  As you can see, both B.R. and I are absolutely loving our new sweaters that Jesse made us.  Angelo and Adam: you are very lucky to have such a crafty papa.  We suspect that if Steve attempted to knit, we would have to be standing by with a scissors to cut his fingers loose.  Thank you again for the beautiful gifts.
Take care.
Adam:  Love the shades, Tony!

A box arrives - part 2

Dear Diary,
Angelo:  I was getting excited about the package sitting on our front porch.  Was it for me?  Maybe it was for Adam?  I ran to find Adam to tell him about it.
"Adam, there's a package on the front porch for Papa.  What do you think might be inside it?  Could it be for either of us?  I want a new push bike or maybe it's full of new clothes for you."  
Adam:  I got all excited about the contents of the mysterious parcel but I couldn't imagine what might be inside it.  I would like to have some more new clothes.  We went to examine the box.

We took a look at it through the door.  "I don't think it's your bicycle or my clothes; it's not the right size for either.  Maybe Jesse has bought something for himself, like knitting wools or books.  We'll have to wait until he gets home to find out."
Angelo:  We thought Papa would never get home.  When he got to the porch, be bent down and read the return address.  We saw a big smile break acro…

A box arrives - part 1

Dear Diary,
Angelo:  As I was walking past the front door, I happened to look outside and I saw a parcel had been delivered.  I looked through the window and I could read it was for Papa.  It's an awfully long box, much bigger than me - bigger than even Adam. Whatever can be in it?  We'll have to wait until Papa gets home later today to see what's inside.