Christmas house made by Granny
My Christmas House
When I was just a little girl
I had an aunt we called Aunt Pearl
Before Christmas once she came
And went to town with me the same
And in the store my brown eyes wide
She soon knew what my eyes had spied
A little Christmas house all new
Its roof white with snow its sides were blue
And by its window you could see
A little dark green Christmas tree
Oh, this treasure I had found
My Christmas wishes did abound
For many years I kept this house
That my Aunt Pearl had bought for me
This Christmas time if I could find
Another little house this kind
I’d like to buy it once again
And this time give it to my friend, “Aunt Pearl”
I’d like this house to just be filled
With all the happiness
Instilled in me so long ago
Though many things she gave to me
This one glows in my memory
This tiny Christmas house.
—Evelyn Louzine Wilson (Granny)
I hope you enjoyed Granny’s poem about Aunt Pearl. She was Granny Gazzie’s sister. I remember her saucering and blowing her hot tea at the Sunday dinner table. Aunt Pearl was always dressed up and seemed so citified compared to us. She was a sweet lady and I’m glad Granny captured her generosity in this poem.
Over the years Granny has made many Christmas houses of her own with various crafting processes. I’m sure as she made each of them her mind traveled back to the day Aunt Pearl bought her the little blue one covered in snow.
Last night’s video: Christmas Tricks & Other Traditions in the Mountains of Appalachia.
Tipper
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What a lovely little poem and a beautiful memory.
Oh my goodness…I love Granny’s Christmas house and her poem too. I have always loved crocheting and poetry. One of my fondest memories of high school was a project we had to do in 9th grade. It was a complete book of poetry. We had to read several poems and describe what types they were and their meanings. We also had to write several kinds of poems. I got an A++ on the cover of my poetry book, along with a note telling me I had did a wonderful job. I am 63 and still have that poetry book in my closet. It was one of the most fun things to do ever. My hubby, who was in this class with me, would definitely disagree. lol. I may have been the only student in class who loved it.
A great poem. Has Miss Louzine written any more? I, for one, would like to see them.
Robert-she has 🙂 Here’s another one on the blog: https://blindpigandtheacorn.com/40816-2/ She has many more too.
Granny what a lovely crocketed Christmas House, the poem is absolutely lovely. Thank you, Tipper, for sharing this awesome poem of Granny’s. Granny is so talented. God bless Granny and God bless the Wilson and Pressley families, God bless all the victims of Hurricane Helene and Hurricane Milton. Merry Christmas to all the BP&TA gang. It is supposed the get down to 25 degrees tonight here in the Bassett Va area. Wow! Stay extra warm beautiful people. Wow!
A beautiful poem by Granny! I love it❣️
I Love this!❤️
I enjoyed reading Grannie’s poem. She reminds me of my mother in law. I sure like the Christmas house she made. Thanks for sharing this story with us.
What sweet memory and poem. I’ve always loved the name Pearl.
Such a talented and creative person your momma is. Miss Tipper, you follow closely in her footsteps. As the saying goes, the apples do not fall far from the tree. I will certainly be praying for Granny and for the family. Her for God to help her through this cancer scare again. That His will shall be done with and in Granny’s life, and for y’all in caring for this family treasure, Miss Louzine. I truly hope she will get better and soon. Give her my love and gratitude for keeping us all so entertained, with her stories, talents and all things she does for teaching us about life in Appalachia. Thank you and the family Miss Tipper, for bringing her life and talents to us all. May God bless all with a very Merry Christmas and the happiest New Year ever. PS, Mr Randy loved your post too. Enjoyable to read.
Gooood Morning from Central Oklahoma!! Well it seems like we are all in agreement that Randy has a wonderful talent in writing!!
Randy, are you a December baby?? If so…HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AND ANYONE IN THE MONTH OF DECEMBER!!
I love your humor and the tales….”Armstrong heater”. Haven’t heard of that before!! Lol
Tipper, your thoughtfulness in sharing Granny and your family brightens my heart ❤️. Watching you taking out Christmas trees that Granny has made over the years gives such meaning for all of us!!
Please tell Granny hi from me, and give her a huge hug and kiss on her cheeks .
Cold weather is heading our way next weekend….burr…time to go into hibernation!!
Love to all, “Tis the season to be jolly”
hi….I happened to read your comment and saw that you are from central Oklahoma-so am I, Shawnee to be exact (was born and raised in the country north of Seminole)….it sure is windy and gloomy here today and I need to get some treats made for my sister and brother in law and a niece and her family. Merry Christmas from one Okie to another
Donna, I guess I am a Valentine baby, my birthday is February 20. In my first comment, I told about having to blindfold Mama, but didn’t mention Daddy, he took one look at me and went down to the barn and shot his donkey.
What a sweet poem. I was expecting it to be authored by a famous poet…but granny is famous to us followers! Her talents never cease to amaze.
What a treasure. Granny is so talented.
Blessings to you all.
Aw, what a sweet poem Granny wrote about her Aunt Pearl. I could just visualize the little house in my mind as I read it. I had an aunt like her Aunt Pearl, too, that I loved dearly. My Aunt Viola just lit up a room when she entered, always smiling, always laughing, spreading joy wherever she went. I have so many wonderful memories of her. She taught me the song, “You are My Sunshine,” when I was a little girl, and I think of her everytime I hear it. I wish everyone could have an Aunt Pearl or Aunt Viola.
What a sweet poem. I just love it. Thank you so much for sharing.
What a lovely poem with precious memories for Granny. My grandmother’s name was Pearl, so it definitely put a smile on my face. I remember my Aunt Sarah, my mother’s sister always at Christmas put us kids a folded dollar bill attached with a clothes pin on her Christmas tree every year. She lived right down from my grandmother so Christmas day after we ate dinner, we would go to her house and get our gift off the tree. It’s a sweet memory I think of this time of year, and please tell Granny I just love that Christmas house she made. It’s beautiful!!
Thank you for such a precious memory! I watched several videos but was on my tv so couldn’t do more than like. I appreciate your entire family sharing. I continue to pray for all of the storm victims and all those helping them!
I pray that Granny improves and for all of your family and all of your readers and watchers with prayer requests. God bless you and yours❤❤
A beautiful poem from a beautiful lady of many talents.
Christmas blessings to Granny.
Phillip
Such a lovely poem. Thank you Granny for sharing your precious memories with us. And for reminding us to hold dear our own loving memories of those who have touched our own hearts. Thank you Tipper, for opening the door and letting us witness what a beautiful family you have! What a gift from the Lord!
Oh, goodness, Tipper! So among your mom’s wonderful talents comes yet another, a poet!! That has been a big love of mine for most of my 75 years! I’ve written birthday poems for family members, anniversary poems, holiday poems, just poem after poem. Sometimes the words just roll out of me faster than I can write them down. I’m a stickler with the rhythms of a poem and Granny met my seal of approval by far!! I just loved her message and how beautifully she conveyed her feelings. God’s blessings on us all, but especially may they rain down heavy on sweet Granny!
What a delightful poem! My mother-in-law gave me a house similar to the one in the photo except mine is a gingerbread house. The roof comes off and she filled it with nail care items!! They always gave practical, thoughtful and fun presents, many of them handmade. I think the house is made of plastic canvas, not sure.
Also, concerning music, our church played a song called Appalachian Carol last Sunday!! Although I did not recognize the tune, it was wonderful and one of the woodwind members played a penny whistle at the beginning and end. Must be an instrument from the old country and it was beautiful!!! Love Christmas music!
Granny wrote a sweet poem filled with precious memories. I think her hand mad house looks lovely too.
Love Granny’s poem. Growing up we had a little cardboard house with snow on top that was a tree ornament. When we decorated the tree if my brother grabbed it first I would go in later and move it. I loved that little house.
I like your poem Granny both the words and the feeling in them. The little blue Christmas house a representation of love and care which made (and has kept) them special and visible. My Grandma had a doll-sized wooden, homemade chest of drawers her Dad made for her that she treasured. It would be over 100 years old now. It wasn’t the finest craftsmanship. But it didn’t have to be. The hardest thing about Christmas is to try by means of gifts to make a heart-to-heart connection and feel like you have failed. Before I leave here, I sure would like to master that art. Meantime, I keep trying.
o Granny! such a sweet poem you wrote on your memories of your auntie. Families are so important to us.
I had a Aunt Maud that did quilting on a frame, I thought it magical as I’d play house under neath with my dolly, as she quilted. She would pull it up to the ceiling & tie it off when not using. Great memories thankyou for sharing!
Sweet sweet memories. Prayers for Granny and the clan.
Randy, so sorry to hear you are cancelling your travelling plans ;). I was going to suggest swinging by Ellijay on your grand tour. Anyway, you know what God says about outward appearance: it is what is in the heart that counts. And from what a lot of us can gather from your posts, you have a good heart in spades. All the best this Christmas season!
Cheryl, I wrote a day or two ago about having an uncle that lived in Chattanooga, when I would visit him, I would go through Gainesville, Dawsonville and on through Elijah. I avoided going through Atlanta at all cost. I agree it what’s on the inside that counts but peoples have to look at the outside!
Granny is an amazing talented woman. l9ve the house and piem
How sweet, Tipper, that your mother remembers her aunt so fondly. What a special gift of that little house. And to think about houses that celebrate Christmas can bring so much warmth and happiness. With extra company, pallets on the floor, and all the extras during the season, many are bursting at the seams.
Randy if you have a bad heart as far as health is concerned, maybe you should cancel your trip. But it seems to me you have a very special kind of heart filled with love that you share with many. I agree that you should write more. You have a gift of writing that is interesting to read. I wish I did have that gift. Take care.
Sallie, back in June when I had my yearly blood work done, everything came back good. The nurse practitioner (Jenifer) ask me if I every felt like my heart would skip a beat or if I ever had trouble breathing. I told her yes, but it was only when a pretty girl came by! She ran me out of the office and told me I didn’t have a lick of sense.
Such a lovely poem with sweet memories. Your mother is a lady of many talents.
Everyone have a great day. Blessings to all BP&A readers.
Precious memories.This made my morning!
What a lovely poem and cute Christmas house!
So sweet! Oh the many talents of Granny seem to be endless. I’m teaching my grandsons to see by hand (slow stitching) they really enjoy it, I hope to teach them many things to cherish in their memories as they grow.
Love to Granny!
Great family story presented in rhyme by “granny”; it is a treasure indeed! Thanks for sharing with your BP&A family and readership, Tipper ……..
Aww! I love that sweet poem!
precious memories, lifetime treasures, God bless you
What a beautiful story!!! Prayers continue for Granny.
Merry Christmas!!
What a sweet memory captured in Granny’s sweet poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Granny’s poem and experience was beyond priceless!
I enjoyed the poem written by your mother. What sweet memories this poem as well as the Christmas houses must bring to you, your mother and so many others. Thanks for sharing
How sweet! The two sweetest, most Godly women I ever knew,was my Granny Gladys and her sister my Aunt Betty. Aunt Betty always was with Granny she never married and it was like having 2 grandmothers instead of one on Daddy’s side. I learned to cook from them and they were Mama’s to me. Thank you for sharing your Mama’s story, it brought good memories to mind.
What a sweet poem and memory.
My daughter, now in heaven, would have loved to have had a little house like that. I don’t know if this would be a Christmas trick, but at our Christmas get together with my wife’s immediate family someone would get gag gift, if you were getting more gifts than you thought you should, look out. My grandson gave each of his two teachers of his FFA class a jar of pickled pig LIPs and a sleeve of saltine crackers to them at one of their class Christmas party. Everyone including the two teachers loved it and took them back to school to show the other teachers and principal. I ordered them from Louisiana for him to give to them.
After careful consideration, I have decided to cancel my trip out West to visit Donna and the other ladies that have offered me hugs and maybe even a kiss. They would probably be just like the ladies of the East, after seeing my ugly face they would take off running and screaming. I was such an ugly baby my mother had to wear a blindfold before she would let me nurse. In my soon to be 71 years I never out grew it. Besides that, it would be unhealthy, my old heart couldn’t stand the excitement. I left replys to Jackie and the lady from Canada, to Jackie I said my first girlfriend (12 years old) was also named Jackie and she also wouldn’t kiss me and to the Canadian lady, I call a hug during cold weather an Armstrong heater, it will warm me right up! I love Armstrong heaters!
Randy, a friend of mine was said to have been so ugly as a baby that his mother nursed him through a knothole in a board. A blindfold makes more sense.
Gene, I have told you this before, after I was weaned mama would sit me in a corner and shoot my food to me with a slingshot.
I was so ugly as a child that my parents had to keep me away from the pasture because when the cows saw me they gave blinky milk!
Howdy Randy, its me Donna.
I see that you’re a very early riser. I’m a night howl and sleep in, when possible. Now that it’s getting colder I find myself under tons of blankets along with my fur baby Marzella. She’s new to the pack. Nine years ago I moved in with my daughter and between the two of us we had 8 fur babies. We’ve lost 4 this year, so the pack is down to 4. So they keep me busy and laughing during the day. Nothing gets by them.
Don’t feel like the Lone Ranger when you said “coming up on 71”. Gee, I’m in the same boat on the 22nd of December. Ugh, though I feel like 27 in my heart.
God has a wonderful sense of humor and I plan on asking several questions upon arrival up there. As I cross my fingers!!
Your sense of humor reminds me of my dad. Dad passed in December of 1994, mom Nov of 1998. Anyway, you
two share a quick wit and always something up your sleeve. He would get us soooo many times with the electric fence, even his 2 granddaughters got it. Just reading your story about the grandsons and FFA and the jars of Pig lips!!
You should be writing a book of all your adventures!! I realize your wife is gone, however, get those memories down for the generations to enjoy!
Just saying!! Have a groovy day
Aww, perfect little read as sit down on this quiet, cold winter morning, with a cup of hot coffee and Christmas tree lights. I love our Granny Tipper, thanks for sharing your mom with us.