FUN THING ABOUT GOING THROUGH LOTS OF BOXES in 2025 is when I come across something that pulls at my heart strings like this snap shot that has long been in a BOX. Found this print and froze right along in time with the photograph. Memories came to surface as I recall this particular Christmas where Dad took me and baby brother hunting for a Christmas tree.
We were at Grandma's in Marion, Kansas and I was about 5 years old during Christmas 1960. I'm the one with the really blonde hair in bluejeans at the far right. I figure that Mom was about 29 years old, Dad 33, brother David 9, sister Debbie 7, brother Danny 2, and blonde headed me being 5. Mom had dressed me in blue jeans. Even then I loved them. It was very cold outside and jeans helped keep my legs warm.
Grandma had absolutely no Christmas decorations up. We walked across the road to a fenced off field that had some small evergreen trees growing wild and free. I remember doing my best to get over the wire fence so we could go hunting for a Christmas tree in the wilderness. Dad found this particular tree, cut it down and as we dragged it back to Grandma's tiny house. I was so excited to be walking in the wilderness with a tree to take back to Grandma's. The excitement in my heart made this memory stay alive where I take it out from time to time. Seeing this picture ignited a flurry of fond memories.
She dug some Christmas decor out of a storage closet to decorate the tree. The magnificent small tree was placed on her sewing machine cabinet.
The tree was tiny, but we didn't care. After ornaments, popcorn and some tinsel were placed on it, the small tree sparkled. Grandma had to have taken this picture for us as she was the only one else in her house at the time. Do you ever give it a thought to who was behind the camera operating it? A real person taking pics of real peeps.
I was fond of Grandma and going to her house was a treat. She always baked the day she knew we were coming and was concerned that we not go hungry. Looking about her HOME was a thrill to see what she had hanging on her walls and what she had sitting about was entertaining. I wonder if my own grandchildren will recall what their Grandma has hanging on the walls and sitting about.
At the moment, Grandma and Grandpa look more like hoarders in amongst the boxes. I'm praying that soon the COTTAGE will look like a HOME again where civilized humans abide. Amen.
Merry Christmas,
~d
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