Tom Nickel’s Art Displayed at National Christmas Tree Display

Artist, students make ornaments for national tree display

https://www.wbaltv.com/article/artist-students-make-ornaments-for-national-tree-display/6940324

WBAL TV, October 23, 2015
News Reporter, Megan Pringle

It’s still October but the plans are in place for the national Christmas tree. Each state has its own tree, and every year the National Park Service picks an artist to design it. This year, a painter from Baltimore County has the honor for Maryland’s tree.

Transcript: It’s not picture day at Resurrection-St.Paul School (Ellicott City), but it is an important moment these seventh and eighth graders will want to remember. 10 students were chosen to decorate ornaments for the Maryland tree. Thomas Nickel, “The hard part is more the terrapins, these dots and lines on the shell and body. That was difficult to do since they were all ornate.” They got the opportunity and the guidance from a teaching artist (Kristin Helberg) with the Maryland State Art Council.

Ellicott City students add to glow of Maryland tree

https://www.archbalt.org/ellicott-city-students-add-to-glow-of-maryland-tree/

Catholic Review, December 3, 2015
By Mary K. Tilghman

ELLICOTT CITY – The Maryland tree that will stand near the National Christmas Tree in Washington, D.C., this December will have decorations celebrating the state’s natural beauty thanks to the artistry of students from Resurrection-St. Paul School.

Each painted an ornament to hang on one of the state trees that surround the National Tree.

The Maryland State Arts Council asked artist-in-residence Kristin Helberg to recruit young artists to create the 12 ornaments. She immediately thought of Resurrection-St. Paul School in Ellicott City, where she is working on a mural with fourth-graders.

“This is a great school to come to as a teacher-artist,” Helberg said. “They love art here.”

At Helberg’s request, art teacher Michele Ruppert said she selected 10 students with good painting and drawing skills who embody the school’s values to join the two of them in painting ornaments.

The clear plastic balls, supplied by the National Park Service, which sponsors the National Christmas Tree, are usually filled with decorations but Helberg and Ruppert decided to paint them in eye-catching color. On one side is the state’s distinctive flag; on the other images of the state’s natural beauty.

“We have so many great recreational areas here,” Helberg said.

Students drew their designs on tracing paper before transferring them to the balls which were already covered with blue, pink and orange paint. Then the young artists layered on color and detail to create fine images.

“It’s a long process but they did a good job,” Ruppert said.

There were lessons along with the art. Seventh- grader Casey Boin learned about the intricate coloring of the Baltimore oriole while classmate Aidan Scranton figured out how to create straight lines on a curved surface. The lighthouse is a subject he knows well from fishing trips on the bay.

“I can’t believe I got this,” he said.

Jasmin Edrington, an eighth-grader, carefully traced the trunk and branches of the Wye Oak and then used exuberant color to add leaves and bark detail. Classmate Mia Fleck added subtle shading to her brown-and-white Assateague pony while Donovan Hernandez, also an eighth-grader, layered on color so his blue crab looked realistic.

Seventh-grader Kamy Onate added a curve to his rockfish to make it appear to be swimming. You can’t miss the gleam in the eye of Nick Forgen’s Deep Creek Lake bear.

“I think I did a good job,” the eighth-grader said.

Thomas Nickel, a seventh-grader, said the first brush strokes of his terrapin made him nervous. “By the time I was doing the Maryland flag, it was all so natural to me,” he said.

The Maryland State Arts Council has coordinated the state ornament project for nearly a decade, according to Executive Director Theresa Colvin, who said, “We think this is a great way to express how important arts education is in our state.”

The students completed their project in two afternoons before sending them off in mid-October. The Maryland tree, on “Pathway of Peace” around the National Christmas Tree in President’s Park, will be lit Dec. 3 and stay lit through December.

When the two art teachers showed off their students’ work just before packing them up, they were clearly proud of the brightly colored orbs.

“I think we aced it,” Helberg said.

How Kunigunda Claus got to the North Pole, a Christmas tale

By Jackie Nickel, 12-20-2006

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Rudolph, you know the elves, by their jobs if not by their names, and of course you know Santa Claus. But behind every good man like Santa, there’s a wonderful, devoted, hardworking woman, and at the North Pole that woman is Mrs. Claus, a beautiful lady about whom little has been written. Until now, that is.

We were lucky enough to run into some cousins of Mrs. Claus while in Canton, the heart of Baltimore’s early German settlement, a couple weeks ago. The Foertshbecks and Foehrkolbs, the Hombergs and Hofferberts, the Klausmeiers and Krannebitters, the Wilhelms and Winterlings – they all knew Kay Claus’s family going way back to the Black Forest of Germany where she was born. Although everyone calls her Kay, Mrs. Claus’s real name is Kunigunda, a good old German name. Kunigunda Weinerschnitzel.

Kay’s family owned a lumberyard in Bavaria and when her mother died of pneumonia at an early age, Kay took over the task of raising her 11 brothers and sisters and helping run the family business as well. Tragically, one early December day, her Papa was killed in a timbering accident and Kay was left all alone to care for her siblings. There was very little to celebrate that Christmas Eve.

After the children were tucked into their beds, Kay sat down next to the tall fir tree decorated with fruit, nuts, and paper garland and began to weep. Just a young woman herself, she missed her Mama and Papa and had no idea how she would be able to support a family. She heard a swoosh as Santa’s sleigh landed on the roof and hid behind the tree as handsome, young Santa slid down the chimney. Kay watched as he delivered more presents than ever before, scattering them all around the tree until he came to the place she was hiding.

“Kay,” Santa said peering through the branches. “I know what a struggle you are having. I will help you care for the little ones. Each year I will bring enough coats and clothes and mittens – and toys too – for the whole family. And for you, there will be special things too. It’s the least I can do for someone so good and pure of heart.”

All year long, Santa looked forward to his Christmas visit with Kay and she no longer hid, but sat down with him to enjoy the milk and homemade gingerbread cookies she had prepared. As anyone could see, there was a gleam in their eyes and a spark between them. At last, one year, when Kay’s brothers and sisters were almost all grown up, Santa asked for Kay’s hand in marriage.

“Next year, Kay, I would like for you to go back with me to the North Pole and be my wife,” Santa expressed on bended knee. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever known and I have fallen in love with you.”

Kay’s cheeks turned extra rosy and her eyes welled with tears as she accepted the beautiful red ruby ring Santa presented in a velvet box. “Oh, Santa, of course I want to marry you. But what about the children?”

“The younger ones can come with us,” Santa replied. “They can learn from the elves how to make toys or help with the reindeer and sleigh. I love you all and want you with me always.”

“Next year,” said Kay. “I need time to prepare.” A woman needs time, you know.

So for the next 12 months, Kay and her family and friends prepared, packing up things she would need in the North Pole. Although she wore her ruby ring proudly, some didn’t believe it was really from Santa. Some just didn’t believe in anything at all. But Kay believed with all her heart that it was the goodness in the world coming through Santa’s love that was calling her to the North Pole. And on the following Christmas Eve, she waited with her younger brothers and sisters for Santa’s final visit.

Santa, of course, had to make the trip to Kay’s house the final stop of the night. He needed an empty sleigh to be able to carry his bride-to-be and her siblings to their new home. And to be honest, he was a bit nervous, having been a bachelor all his life. Asking someone to take on the duties and name of Mrs. Santa Claus was a lot to request of a young woman.

And Kay was nervous too, uprooting her family and moving to a strange and faraway land. But she was in love and she knew her job would be to help spread love and joy and Christmas spirit throughout the world. What more could anyone hope for?

It was a foggy night and Santa was running a bit late with his deliveries. He was a bit sooty too, having gotten stuck in a few damp chimneys. But when he arrived at Kay’s house, all the soot and fog magically disappeared and the stars shone brightly, illuminating the winter sky. Kay and her family said goodbye to their house and loaded their things into the sleigh as snowflakes fell gently around them. Santa helped Kay into the front seat beside him, tucked her in with a warm coverlet and knew this was his partner for life.

As they dashed away into the cold, clear night, Kay smiled as she waved goodbye to her old life and the town below. The next day she and Santa were wed in a big North Pole ceremony and celebration with all the elves and reindeer joining in. And now every year, on the day after Christmas, Santa and Kay Claus take a sleigh ride to mark their wedding anniversary. They fly very high so no one ever sees them, but checking on Kay’s family still in the Black Forest, and also on those whose descendants have moved to America. The Clauses pay special attention to Highlandtown and Canton, to Essex and Middle River and Perry Hall and Parkville and Rosedale and even White Marsh where a lot of new families now live. They check up on all of us, in fact, each and every one – because we’re all one big family you know.

Well, that’s the story of how Kunigunda Weinerschnitzel became Mrs. Santa Claus that I learned while talking to folks in East Baltimore. Kay and Santa are continuing their mission of spreading Christmas spirit all year long while living happily ever after with the reindeer, elves and some of Kay’s nieces and nephews – little Weinerschnitzels – at the North Pole. They all send their love, and so do I. Merry Christmas!

Christmas 1969

“We didn’t go to the mall to visit Santa in 1969. We went to the volunteer firehouse. Rockaway Beach VFD held a yearly Christmas party for local kids. That’s me in my bubble head wig, my three boys, and Santa Steve Woomer.” — Jackie Nickel