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The mountain landscape in Tyrol, Austria is already sugared white and well-known old and new Christmas music can be heard on the radio during December.
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!

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The mountain landscape in Tyrol, Austria is already sugared white and well-known old and new Christmas music can be heard on the radio during December.

Christmas is approaching, the most beautiful celebration of the year for many. Many years ago, a friend of mine asked how Christmas used to be celebrated in Tyrol, Austria, and so a reflective journey into a bygone era that was very different from today began. Not much has changed in how Christmas is celebrated. With my friend’s permission, I have translated the interviews and will post them on my blog on different days.

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5:55 am today. Life at its best.
My husband, who just left to go to work, came back into the house, shouting: “Honey, porch pirates got into a box last night.”

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I had to laugh when I read today’s prompt. Like the joke about traffic, when the truck driver on the radio shouts, “There is a car driving in the wrong direction,” and the other one answers, “What do you mean ONE, hundreds are driving in the wrong direction.”

All day long she sat in her small tower and watched the horizon. She had the harbor log, knew the names and the origins of the ships that arrived that day.

Everywhere we look there are fences, telling us to stay away or at least so I thought until I met a little boy, who wasn’t allowed to come out. He was fenced in; his parents didn’t want him to play with us.

I want to run, run in the sun and jump up high and land on a cloud.

Every snowflake is unique, just like the memories they bring.
Faces of kids are dancing around me, I can hear the laughter, I can feel the joy.

We cherished the cheap romance novels like they were pure gold. We were not allowed to read them in boarding school, so we hid them from the eyes of the nuns. Our imagination run wild, we too would marry a prince one day, and all of us would live happily ever after.

Photography Ted Strutz
“They say there was a guy who could walk on water,” Bob said, and he frantically started to check his overall for his glasses.
“You think it’s his chair?” Pete asked in absolute disbelief.