Post by fernwood on Dec 16, 2022 7:36:25 GMT -5
Do you have a favorite Christmas memory from your childhood?
If so, please post here. Photos are a bonus.
I have too many favorites, but here is one of them.
No photos, just memories.
1960’s. Christmas was almost here. We had a huge snow storm. Almost 2’ of snow. School was cancelled for several days.
All of a sudden, my mom was making popcorn on the wood cook stove. I was excited. Popcorn was only a Sunday night thing while watching Disney on TV. Not on a weekday for breakfast. She said I could not eat any of it. I was disappointed.
Walking into the living room. Saw my Grandma, cutting cranberries in half. That was strange.
I also noticed the portable clothesline was strung across the living room. Again, strange.
I was ready for breakfast, so grabbed a box of Cheerios from the cabinet. My mom told me I could not eat those. Again strange.
My mom put some toast in the toaster. Started oatmeal on the stove. Poured me a glass of juice and milk.
After I finished eating, my Grandma called me over.
There were bowls of Cheerios, cranberries, popcorn, apple slices and some seeds in lard/animal fat on the table next to her wheelchair.
Grandma told me that the snow had covered the food needed for the birds, squirrels and chipmunks.
She needed my help to make some garland for them to have as food.
I was already accomplished at using a sharp needle and thread, thanks to Grandma.
Her and I spent several hours making the garland. She would attach a small hook, she made from wire at one end. We would then string the food items on carpet thread. Grandma always had lots of carpet thread.
When a strand was done, my Uncle hung it on the clothesline in the living room. My Grandpa was still shoveling a path to the evergreen tree at the edge of our driveway.
This tree already had some lights and other decorations on it.
Grandma finally said we had made enough garlands.
My Uncle took some outside and started hanging them on the tree.
Birds and squirrels started coming.
I was watching this through the window in the bedroom my Mom and I shared.
Every morning when I woke up, I went to the window and watched everyone eating.
My Grandma and I made this garland for several more days.
I helped mix more seeds and nuts into the animal fat.
Eventually, it warmed enough for some of the natural food to be exposed.
I will never forget that week before Christmas when we made garland for those who needed it.
If so, please post here. Photos are a bonus.
I have too many favorites, but here is one of them.
No photos, just memories.
1960’s. Christmas was almost here. We had a huge snow storm. Almost 2’ of snow. School was cancelled for several days.
All of a sudden, my mom was making popcorn on the wood cook stove. I was excited. Popcorn was only a Sunday night thing while watching Disney on TV. Not on a weekday for breakfast. She said I could not eat any of it. I was disappointed.
Walking into the living room. Saw my Grandma, cutting cranberries in half. That was strange.
I also noticed the portable clothesline was strung across the living room. Again, strange.
I was ready for breakfast, so grabbed a box of Cheerios from the cabinet. My mom told me I could not eat those. Again strange.
My mom put some toast in the toaster. Started oatmeal on the stove. Poured me a glass of juice and milk.
After I finished eating, my Grandma called me over.
There were bowls of Cheerios, cranberries, popcorn, apple slices and some seeds in lard/animal fat on the table next to her wheelchair.
Grandma told me that the snow had covered the food needed for the birds, squirrels and chipmunks.
She needed my help to make some garland for them to have as food.
I was already accomplished at using a sharp needle and thread, thanks to Grandma.
Her and I spent several hours making the garland. She would attach a small hook, she made from wire at one end. We would then string the food items on carpet thread. Grandma always had lots of carpet thread.
When a strand was done, my Uncle hung it on the clothesline in the living room. My Grandpa was still shoveling a path to the evergreen tree at the edge of our driveway.
This tree already had some lights and other decorations on it.
Grandma finally said we had made enough garlands.
My Uncle took some outside and started hanging them on the tree.
Birds and squirrels started coming.
I was watching this through the window in the bedroom my Mom and I shared.
Every morning when I woke up, I went to the window and watched everyone eating.
My Grandma and I made this garland for several more days.
I helped mix more seeds and nuts into the animal fat.
Eventually, it warmed enough for some of the natural food to be exposed.
I will never forget that week before Christmas when we made garland for those who needed it.