Another Christmas, another year – it all takes me to thoughts of family, snow, cold weather, and turkey. I thought of another topic for today’s post, but this holiday got the best of me. Even still, I realized, no one will be on line reading anything, right? Everyone is spending time with family they haven’t seen for a year, and welcoming the loyal friends who stop by with gifts and warm wishes. And, here’s hoping you are blessed enough to have all of those things.
Again, when I think of this particular holiday the first person, other than my mom who comes to mind is – my grandmother. What an influence on my life. Actually, both grandparents made a huge impact, as many do. I bring them up because tomorrow, December 26th, is their wedding anniversary. They would have been married something like 85 years; there ages 107 and 103, respectively, but, no one lives that long. I just managed to bring my mother’s bible in the house from the garage where it’s been since I moved some of her things here six years ago. I certainly thought she had that date listed there, as she had everything else noted. To my surprise, she did not. Therefore, I had to dust the cobwebs from my brain, and go in search of a memory. The picture below is the two of them on their wedding day – December 26, 1928 – she eighteen, and my grandfather twenty-two, and from this union came three girls and two boys.
My memory takes me traipsing in to the woods for that perfect tree. She with the ax in one hand, and mine in her other. Of course, sometimes she’d break out the aluminum tree, remember those? But, the real one had those wonderful bubble lights, paired with huge ones – the kind that are only used outside now. What a wonderful time. Being a very crafty person, she made star-shaped pieces of cheesecloth where she’d cut holes in the center, starch, and then, paste red, green and cobalt blue stars all over them. She’d slide them onto candles, and when set aflame the colors from the sticky stars would reflect over everything. I think they were my favorite. Actually, it is kind of hard to choose, because I’d also get a little loopy with those bubble lights. As a small child, I had no idea how they bubbled – I only envisioned it as magical. And, the decorations didn’t end in the living room. She would surely always know when she had out-done herself, because every car that came down that street, once they reached her house, you could hear it slow to take in the sights.
By New Year’s Eve, Granddad would take over and fill a shoebox with Christmas candy. I have never been a hard candy person, but this satisfied him. He’d add an apple, orange, and assorted nuts, which I’d eat sparingly, as to have enough left to watch the football game and Tournament of Roses Parade on New Year’s Day – all while sharing the sofa with him. Not to watch the game specifically, but just being near him made me happy. When you recall the things you did as a child, doesn’t it all sound silly? Anyway, as you can tell this has been a salutation to those grandparents. Even if they are not here to celebrate any longer – I continue to honor the time I spent with them. Because they made me who I am today. Happy anniversary to you both, and I still miss you.