Saturday, December 12, 2009
--Waking up on Christmas Eve morn to find snowflakes gently falling on the ground. Although a city-dweller today, I was lucky enough to have grown up in the country where the air was colder and the snow was whiter. Bundling up warm and heading off to the last day of school before Christmas vacation...and the cheery greetings from everyone I met on the street.
--Making 'snowflakes' at school and creating the homemade Christmas cards for mom and dad...and adorning them with sequins and stars. We stenciled bels, candy canes, and holly leaves onto colorfu paper. And who could forget painstakingly cutting strips of red and green paper and pasting them into rings, creating those colorful chains to deck our tree.
--Which, by the way, was never decorated until I fell asleep on Christmas Eve. After all, it was Santa who dcorated it. And when I awoke on Christmas Day, I was but a wide-eyed child with the gaily lit tree with loads of presents stacked beneath. And after I had torn off all the wrapping paper and had a look at my gifts, everything had to be painstakingly put back in the boxes and under the tree. For, one of our family's traditions was that during the week we would visit our extended famiy, and they would visit us. They never brought our gifts when they came to visit us; but we would give them theirs...and then, when we visited them, we would get our gifts. And, when they came to visit, I had to take out every gift from beneath the tree and show them what Santa had brung...and my cousins had to do the same for us. It was one time I said, thank goodness for small families.
--Oh, and before I forget. I was an only child, and being that my dad never had his son, there was always boy's toys under the tree as well as the feminine stuff. And I loved playing with it. I could spend hours outdoors building roads for my cars and trucks. Of course, I spent a lot of punishment detail for digging up the grass that my parents had so painstakingly planted and nurtured.
--You know, my favorite holiday film is "A Christmas Story", and I think it's because it reminds me so much of those good old days where the only place we had to shop was Woolworths...where we would always stop for a hot dog and chocolate shake at their lunch counter after we finished our shopping...and the ladies would all be wearing their gaily decorated Christmas corsages on their coats. What a fun-filled excursion!!!
--Grandma's house for her leg of lamb. She made the best. Don't know how she made it; she died before I got the recipe, but I remember there being tomatoes in her gravy. And, my grandparents always had a small table set up by the door with bowls of fruit, nuts, Christmas candy, and ribbon candy. Oh, how I loved that ribbon candy!! I've tried making it a part of my family's tradition, but somehow it doesn't taste as good as it did when I was a kid.
And that, my dear blog friends, are some of my favorite memories. I'm glad that I have someone that I can share them with. I truly enjoyed reading all of your memories.