Night on Broadway

We always favored the preformances of Hollywood's elite such as our kissin' cousin Greta Garbo and Mister Charlie Chaplin. But then we gots tickets to see a local preduction with a couple o' rising stars. As the deep voice once intoned, "And lo there were on yonder stage abiding those of humble stature, when behold the lights of spotting arose with the strains of J.P. Souza brass echoing joyously. And two from among them strode forth and took their place alongside Mary Pickford and Rudy Valentino in the lore of the Silver Screen."



Good golly, we always realized that actorin' n croonin' were in the blood of our clan, but to see it fleshed out and done passed on to the littlins...well, it sent shivers plumb down our spines. Ma even wept at the loverly Christmas preduction. Pa couldn't help hisself and pulled out his quill and asked of the young luminaries that they inscribe his program with their Hancocks. Good thing they learned their orthagraphy. The autographs will one day be worth a million$$$

Santa Bamboozled!

Pa was a little suspicious when twas said, "Santa Claus is comin' to town." The jolly gumper ain't got time for such shenanigans what with Christmas just round the corner and all his Christmas business to be gettin' ready! But we thought maybe the elves had 'er all pulled together at the Pole so the big fella could do some pre-hollerday reconnaissance on our town's littlins.

Well, sure nuff, Mister Kringle came a pulled down the street, but it all looked a little fishy. The reindeers looked like hosses and Santa hisself weren't even drivin' his own sleigh...er, wagon! Pa took a start when he got a close look and thought he was actually Uncle Jed in fancy pj's. Nearly the spittin' image of his kin except that the man was missing a mole on his nose and wasn't cross-eyed.

Santa slid off his hay bale and pulled out stockin's stuffed with sweets and the littlin's lined up to receive 'em. That's when we all noticed the Yule Elf wasn't all that pudged up like he was sposed to be. A skinny Father Christmas? Pa sidled up alongside the faker and slid him a package of oreos...double stuffed and told him he needed to eat up iffin he was to play the part correct and all.

Finally Kiki plopped on the imitator's knee and gazed with mazement at the currlly beard and pijama hat...and she grinned with belief. That's when Pa finally let go of his suspicions and realized that it were true. After all, littlins know best when it comes to Clauses and Kiki said he was the real deal! And so Pa states his apologies and hopes he don't get coal in his sock this year.

Erickson Family Photoshoot

We roped the chilluns and dragged 'em in front of the camera for what they call a "photo shoot." Course they was scared, fearin' them bullets comin' out of that short barreled thingamajig called a lens. All sorts of confessin' was comin' outta their mouths as they figgered repentance would get 'em outta trouble. We splained what was splained to us...that it was a picture takin' and the funny name had nothin' to do with a firin' squad for bad behavior. They was a doubtin' it all, so we pulled out the cash and paid 'em all to sit still n smile. It worked...silly littlins! Anyhoo, Pa n me weren't to sure...so we hired stand ins fer us, just in case. Besides, if it were truly a picture takin', we didn't want to break the Brownie. So we found these two models. They kinda matched up better with the offspring anyway. We paid 'em too. Turns out nobody got shot...sure as shootin'!

Special gratitudes to Renee Wheeler for shootin' up the family! Check out her website in case you wanna get shot up too! Her link is on the right side. If you like the pics, let us know and we will get you a copy or two...