Happy 2019! Open shorter hours for New Years Eve & Day! Reserve Early!

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Happy 2019! Open shorter hours for New Years Eve & Day! Reserve Early!
New Year’s Eve Hours: 11:00 am -3:00 pm; New Year’s Day Hours: 11:00 am- 3:30 pm!  The picture I chose this year is my “Breast Cancer” tree at the Windsor Rose. Thanks to all of our patrons that have missed me and expressed their concern for me. I’m still under treatment but as they say,”Keep Calm and Carry On”!
The featured picture is of myself at age twelve with my siblings in a Christmas pageant that we put together for the family for the holidays…..
Remember the reason for the season, and spread all the joy that you can to everyone you come into contact with forevermore. My Christmas prayer is for Peace On Earth and Holiday Harmony.

This time of year I get out my expansive collection of holiday music and start to crank it up on the stereo. One song by a British front man, Roy Wood, cycles endlessly in my stream of consciousness, “I wish it could be Christmas every day…” seems to echo my sentiments for this very special time of year. My most beloved Christmas carol, “O’ Holy Night” sends shivers up my spine every time I hear it. With at least eighty different versions of this song sung by various artists my spine shivers a lot!

The holidays mean different things to everyone, however for me they mostly remind me of sharing, caring, and family, both past and present. Christmas also reminds me of things I no longer have, a brother, a mother, a father and all of my grandparents that once played an intimate role in my life. My personal viewpoint is that they have never really left the earth because they are all inside my heart and their guidance still speaks to me in various ways.

My favorite all time gift was a handmade doll house when I was a young girl made by my Father that was later passed to my Sister. Memories of family gatherings over a huge dinner and drinking eggnog, eating rum cake, and opening presents while listening to the Christmas music of the day fill my mind. I hear Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Doris Day, and every other artist that came out of the woodwork to make a holiday record. My Father had them all and passed his love of music forward to all of us.

Our family gave each other gifts that we made with our own hands because it was our way of sharing ourselves with those we love and appreciate. It took many hours of thought and craftsmanship to finally finish a gift. We sacrificed our time and we let Christmas music fill the air as we worked on all of our projects together. None of the gifts were expected to be perfect, just loved unconditionally. We often baked cookies for everyone in the neighborhood. We had a sense of community and took baked goods to the local firehouse and police stations out of gratitude for their service on our behalf.

Christmas holds many childhood family memories of growing up with my sister and my brothers and of course my mothers and fathers and all of the extended family I inherited once I was married and had a family of my own. It’s the time of year when “A Christmas Story” by the humorist author Jean Shepherd appears on television back to back with another holiday staple, “It’s A Wonderful Life” co-written and directed by Frank Capra featuring actor Jimmy Stewart ruling the cable channel selections.

I could have lived inside either one of those movies because so many parts of those movies have paralleled my own life at various stages. I was the victim of a “double dog dare” and stuck my tongue to a frozen banister during recess because my best friend at the time told me that I would no longer be her best friend if I didn’t do it. Once my tongue became stuck she laughed and deserted me when the bell rang for recess to be over. Some teacher came to my rescue when I did not return from recess and gently peeled my tongue loose but I still couldn’t taste anything for weeks.

In “It’s a Wonderful Life”; Jimmy Stewart’s character sacrificed his own desires to help with the family business so his brother could have a better life. This is how I grew up; I had all the responsibility of an adult and learned the meaning of sacrifice from an early age. My grandmother called it “intestinal fortitude”, and I must admit it has helped me throughout all of the challenges that you face in life.

There will always be hypocrisy, splinter groups that lose sight of the purpose of religion, prejudice, and persecution for beliefs other than one’s own. To this I say, we are all one people brought together upon this earth to join hands and build faith not tear it apart. To this I quote John Lennon, “Give Peace A Chance”. The real meaning of Christmas is a simple message from spreading joy to the world and sharing the holiday with family and friends and observing tradition but always making room for new ones.

I know angels sing because I have had many blessings and I hear their voices in every song I play during the holidays.  I am a product of every experience and teaching that has been bestowed upon me. I still believe that you make your own path in life but there are no coincidences. Things do happen with purpose and meaning if only to make us change direction in life.

However you celebrate the holidays make them count, and if you are lucky you will remember to treasure them now and always.


Marsha Goodale

A special thanks to all of our customers who have brought in home baked goods, candy, and cards for the staff!

Seal of Windsor Christmas




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