- Which relative were you most excited to go and see or have come and visit your home during the holidays?
Grandma Chadwick came a few weeks early and visited and played games of Scrabble with us. I liked her conversational manner. However, Grandma Hoops’ arrival meant Christmas Eve afternoon had come. I appreciated the personal interest she took in us kids. But when my cousin Casey and his family came it meant the party could begin, so I was probably most excited for his family to come. Sometimes they brought cases of bottled pop which was a big deal to me. Casey, my brother, Tim, and I used to get rug burns on our stomachs from sliding down the stairs while we waited for our Christmas Eve supper.
- What is your earliest Christmas memory?
My sister, Lila, drew my name and gave me a Barbie doll (a short haired one that wore tennis shoes). Someone told me that night that I had better hang on tight to it as Santa Claus might take it and give it to another little girl. I was mortified he would steal from one to give to another and slept with her and the plastic case she came in. I was always a bit suspicious of Santa after that.
- Do you still swap gifts with childhood friends?
Nope. Sadly I’ve lost communication with all of them.
- What is a traditional act of service you do or remember doing at Christmas?
- What is the most romantic Christmas gift you have received?
- What is the worst gift you’ve ever given?
- Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree?
- What is your favorite homemade Christmas candy?
- What is your favorite holiday dish?
- When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
- Can you ice skate?
- What is your own true sentimental Christmas story?
Dear Jane,
One great thing about Christmas was a gift that Cache (12) got me. We drew names a couple of weeks ago and Cache finagled it until he got mine. We took turns opening them and it finally got to me. I opened the bag and there was a scout shirt on top. Cache hadn't had time to wrap. In fact, we had to wait on him while he found something to put my present in. I thought the scout shirt was just to cover what was inside. I pulled it out and found another scout shirt underneath, and another one under that, and two sashes below that. It dawned on me about the third shirt—Cache had taken everybody’s scout shirts and all of the badges he could find, and hand sewn each and every one of them in the place that they should go. I didn't even have the troop number sewn on them. (At one time I stapled one on, but it fell off.) I started to tear up. It was just the sweetest, most thoughtful thing. I kept telling the kids I would sew the badges on. I knew it was important to them, I just couldn't seem to find any extra time, but I told them I would do it the whole week after Christmas. Justin (14) said that every night Bert and I went on a date; Cache would sneak the scout shirts and badges out while we were gone and work and work on them. This has gone on for over three months. Cache would get so frustrated he would throw them up and say, "I give up". Justin said, "everybody would always tell him how good he was doing, and not to give up. Sometimes Jesse (10) would help him rip them out to start again." Cache finally got all but one sash done and he wrapped them up for me for Christmas. I tell you, I should write my OWN TEAR JERKER CHRISTMAS BOOK. What a kid. What a great kid. What great kids to cheer him on. And not one whisper of it to me. Even when he couldn't find the one and only needle in the house for two weeks! Amazing. And very, very humbling.
Love,
Rachel
- A picture from a past Christmas.
Well, this isn't Christmas, but it is Christmastime and the night of the school play. Our mothers always painted our lips with red lipstick before the play. I always felt a bit ridiculous in it as my lips were big enough with out painting them barn red. I already mentioned in a previous post that the Christmas play was a big night in our community, but in this picture please note the candy house and tree that Aunt Jean built for our family. It was my favorite Christmas decoration and it lived for years, thanks to hard-as-a-rock frosting that wouldn't let a piece of candy loose for anything.
- What do you look most forward to in future Christmases?
More of the same, and yet new memories as our family expands. Last year Ray brought little gadgets, gizmos, magic tricks, etc. for everyone’s stockings. He put an Abraham Lincoln sucker in mine. Santa has always had a far-too-practical bent in our house (remember the cake mixes) so it was fun having Ray's enthusiasm, ideas, personality, and traditions added. I look forward to many more Christmases.
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Which relative were you most excited to go and see or have come and visit your home during the holidays?
What is your earliest Christmas memory?
Do you still swap gifts with childhood friends?
What is an act of service you do or remember doing at Christmas?
What is the most romantic Christmas gift you have received?
What is the worst gift you’ve ever given?
Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree?
What is your favorite homemade Christmas candy?
What is your favorite holiday dish?
When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
Can you ice skate?
What is your own true sentimental Christmas story?
A picture from a past Christmas.
What do you look most forward to in future Christmases?
7 comments:
Oh Jane! The story of you hiding Grandma's fudge is just killing me. That's hilarious that that's your 'traditional act of service'. I'll have to remember that one.
I love all the Christmas memories you shared. And the wonderful story you shared about your sister and her son.
Oh Mom I LOVED this blog. I think it is my new favorite. You are just so cute and sweet. That is the greatest picture and the greatest stories.
Great post, Jane! Love the fudge story - what a sweetheart you are/were!
Oh Mama. That was SO fun to read. I loved that picture of you. I love every picture of you because I see SOOOOO much of your personality. I look at them and I know just what you were thinking. You are a great woman and mother. I love you deeply.
Cali
Jane-- I loved the fudge. I wish I'd known about your stash. We had great costumes for our plays, didn't we? Our mother could sew. She couldn't make candy houses but she could sew. Cache's Christmas story is my favorite, too. And I hate the tear jerking ones. I'm with Cali on that-- it's like they're trying too hard and want to substitute emotionalism for spirituality. Anyway, I enjoyed your memories.
This was just delightful, Jane!
I love picturing you being suspicious of Santa, and then wishing you could believe in him a little longer.
That story about Cache is truly wonderful!
And that picture of you and the candy house is my new favorite.
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