door and table decoration

[Carsten Schermuly]

The idea is not new and my photos are not new.
Often door decorations do look very pretty,
nice made by using green branches, flowers, wrenches, pictures etc

My eldest son Christian and his wife Elisabeth are not members of a baptist church, but do live in an appartment house, owned by baptists. The athmosphere inside is peaceful, quiet and friendly. This is the outside of their appartment main door.


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large copy
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The second photo "C & E" shows a part of the table decoration of their wedding lunch and dinner table. Tiny blue glass pearls, ordered to such "pictures", pointed to places of guests. Every guest has found his name and his chair this way. The table cloth is paper, the glass pearls are fixed by a transparent glue spray.

[Anne and Dwayne Hood]

That looks better to them than a wreath of flower--I am sure.

[Carsten Schermuly]

Outside the door, I do live behind, is found nothing, only an electric bell button with a small nameplate "Schermuly".

One Upon A Time
a classmate of Zacki had rung the bell while Zacki was not at home and I have opened, in one hand a half banana, I was chewing on.
"Is Zacki at home?"
"No, sorry, he is out for trumpet training and will be back not before five o'clock.
To let you not go without to comfort you, please, do you like to bite my banana?"
Next day Zacki returned from school with a funny story, the boys had their big laughters about the crazy dad of Zacki at home.

Once Upon A Time
the Lady in Post uniform did ring the bell with a parcel for me in hands. We know another since 1990. I often have taken parcels for neighbours. That will help a bit - the Post Lady must not write a message, "You have got a parcel, you can pick up in Post Office from monday to friday in the time betweeen ..., but not earlier than ..." and the neighbours must not go to Post office.

In winter cold looking glasses will get wet and blind inside buildings, so I told her: "If you will be patient to hold my parcel for only a half minute, I will clean your looking glasses."
Since that, she always will smile, when ever we do meet another.


There are more of such door bell funnies.
Phantasy has never an end.

[Joanne Vergin]

Carsten,
My husband works outside, He is a farmer. His glasses always fog up when he comes in. Whoever is closest to the door then must take Dad's glasses immediately and clean them for him.

[Carsten Schermuly]

Yes, we do the same, not always, but often, Ruth and Matthias do wear glasses. And - we warm the glasses a bit by breath to prevent again blindness. As long they are cold, they could become blind again. But - the little difference will be, - it happens inside the family - to be this way intime is normality.
This little difference
made the Post Lady story funny.
And
logic is, I take the parcel - because she is a Lady and should not carry "my" things.
Better were, I had taken the parcel and she could clear her glasses by her own.
This was the pointe.

[Carsten Schermuly]

Once Upon A Time
I have seen through window Ruth returning home by car from shopping. I watched her. In case, she had to carry something, I would go out and take it. But she had just her handbag. She did ring the door bell, I wondered because every nose in family got a set of keys. I opened just a little bit and asked in the same manner I would ask a stranger, "Yes, please? Can I help you?"
tick tack, tick tack said the clock, then,
"Oh man! Go on - let me in."
"Why I should?"

[Joanne Vergin]

I liked your post lady story. I knew what you meant. I was just relating it to my family. I could see someone in my family doing what you did to dear Ruth. In fact at the school where I work we keep almost all doors locked at all times. If we need to go out we let someone know to listen for us at the door. But we still give them a hard time sometimes! ;)

[Carsten Schermuly]

With the boys I often make word games, pointing to Orthography and Grammatic. With a serious face I teach them nonsense and sometimes I do contradict to myself to let them remember wich way it must be correct. Regularily we have some laughters.

When Lili was in fourth grade she had to draw a skeleton of a dog and had to name the single bones. She has done her homework all the times busy and correct. Because her biology teacher Mrs. Hart was a very kind Lady, blessed by a fine humor, I asked Lili to make a joke and to add a bone. She smiled, than laughed and said spontaneous, "oh, yes". She put under the skull, where the laryngeal should be a little bone, we named "Stimmbein, viocebone". Next day she returned from school, her teacher had collected the drawings to control at home. Again next day she got it back with a good note. She was quiet, because it seemed, it must be too much for Mrs. Hart to watch every drawing so precise to note the added bone.

Now we sat in a trap.
To say nothing were not correct because the good note. So Lili and I have been in unity, I will come to school. I knocked the door, Mrs. Hart listened for a short moment to me - and remember, she was blessed by humor - invited me to come in for some minutes (I have seen her eyes sparkling). She asked Lili for her drawing, looked on and made a large detail drawing with chalk on blackboard to let see all children what a voicebone will be. All had fun about.
"No, the note is correct, Lili has really done a good job."

[Carsten Schermuly]

Sometimes we are in a boys room or in kitchen or so and we do see coming one of our family returning home. Normally one of us do push in the right time the electric door opener button for the houses main door not to let him use a key or to ring, not to let him wait. But - in case we do know, "ah, his keys do hang on its place, he has forgotten to take with him", after my hand sign we do wait for the door bell. Then by loudly voice I call, "Yes, please come in!"

The bad example
Often our boys are visited by classmates. Bad Gandersheim is just a small town with 6.000 inhabitants (and more 10.000 in 16 villages around), to walk from one end of town to the other is a way for about a half hour, no more. So the boys have good contacts also during leasure times. They also do meet on school yards in afternoons to have their games. Once a comrade will ring the door bell, I already have listened to, "Yes, please come in!"