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Christmas Memories

Daily Prompt: Memories of Holidays Past
What is your very favorite holiday? Recount the specific memory or memories that have made that holiday special to you.

Christmas Memories

Christmas used to be so special when I was a little girl growing up with my two brothers.  We had the best tree Dad could find but one year we truly had a very cool tree.  I never knew my parents were cool, I mean really COOL. Yes it was the sixties and that Christmas we saw them set up a funky metal tree.  It came with a color wheel.  Do you know what I mean?  This was something that ran on electricity and had different colored film on it and it would turn our tree Blue then Red I can’t remember all the colors on the wheel but I can tell you our tree was very different compared to the other homes.  I am sure my parents were not hippies but I think without us maybe they could have been.  Now as I am old I wonder where all those items that fill my memory banks went.  They never had a yard sale but the dump was less than three miles away.  This year as a tribute to my beautiful family trees, from long ago that sadly made its way to the landfill, we got our tree this summer from our dump!  She is gorgeous!  White and pre-lit.  I strung a few pearl roping’s and two strands of fake icicles, a few Red and Gold glass balls and 3 ornaments I made when I was 11.  Sequins and beads pushed into Styrofoam shapes.  I helped make a beautiful tree skirt back then too. I helped Mom for hours on a few of them she gave as gifts.  I have one that rests under my tree this year.  Yes the one from the dump. You see I am making a new memory with pieces from the past.  I sure wish we had found a metal tree and color wheel though but the hunt is on!

Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate this holiday as well

PEACE ON EARTH

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Here is a link so you do not think I am really NUTS lol

http://www.etsy.com/blog/en/2013/history-lessons-the-aluminum-christmas-tree/

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Daily Prompt: Your Life, the Book

I do have a few books in the works.

They are scribbled on papers,  tucked away for another day.

Some seem important to share,  others I see no need for them anymore but others may.

I am surrounded by incredible writers/bloggers on my follower list,  here on WordPress but if I could have anyone and I mean anyone to write what I want said,  I would choose a local man.  You all know his work.  He is just the most amazing writer of horror here in the Northeast,  yes I am picking Stephen King to write my story.  Yes it had lots of  dark points but I think he needs a happy ending too.

 

 

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Our Bus Stop

Me starting 1st Grade

 

 

Front row Middle girl yes that’s me.

Mom got me all dressed up and walked me to the top of the street.

The rest of the kids from the neighborhood where there too.  Not sure if my Mom was the only one to take photos but I can tell the sun was in my eyes.   Didn’t we all look like we were eager to attend. The real photo she should have concentrated on getting was the last day I attended SCHOOL,  now that was the most important day!

My best friend was in the back row standing next to a boy.  She moved here from the deep south Georgia and Alabama .  We were best of friends instantly.  We did everything together. She would come places with my family like to Zoos and Parks and I would go with her family to the Ocean.  The place I always went with them to,  is still my very favorite section even though storms have destroyed so much of what was so beautiful.

We had one TV,  a Black and White for years.  We also got to play after supper,  under the one street light, which happened to be right in front of our house. We played kickball and dodge ball life was good.

Out of all the years Cathy and I  attended school together we were only in one class together,  eighth grade math.  By then we liked boys though neither of us were allowed to date.  Boys would come over and sit around and listen to music with us but no dating.

When we went to high school we parted ways she went to the local high school in town and took college courses

while I took a test to be accepted to the new School in town.  Vocational/Technical High School that had students from five towns attending.  It was a beautiful school and I met so many wonderful people and you know most of our small class of 1974 is on my Facebook Friend list.  I think this speaks volumes of the times and the families.  We came from hard working,  Blue collar workers with one car,  3 kids and a dog and no divorces.

I never asked if we were rich or poor I never went without supper unless I refused to eat what Mom cooked.  Remember the dog, he would eat ANYTHING, he was our best friend at the dinner table till Mom caught on and tied him outside while we ate. We tried to always finish supper no mater how much we hated Lima Bean Soup so we could have dessert remember she was a great baker, her cakes and pastries were the best tasting.

We were allowed to go out after breakfast and not return till lunch you see we lived on a dead-end road with just 15 houses on it and all our other friends lived in the other houses with their brothers and sisters.  We were never inside unless it was raining. We always played at each others houses.  The Mother’s we always home. I can only remember two times I actually had a babysitter well till I turned eleven and became one.  I babysit my brothers, I had 3 of them and then babysit for a family with 8 children and a family with two of the sweetest little girls.  I made enough money babysitting and  always bought family gifts at Christmas but put mine and my brothers names on them for our parents.

So many things happened on this dead-end street where I grew up.  I loved this place so much I never wanted to grow up. It was a place where many memories, that will last a lifetime, were made.

 

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Our Past

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We took a hike in the local State Park.

The dog and I took the lead, while he swung his metal detector.

I came around a corner and saw this through the trees.  I thought it was

a beautiful piece of the past.  The home it had kept warm was long

since gone, trees grew where it once was.  Now I am left wondering

who was it that used to live in these woods , out behind the area I call home and will

my place be reduced to just a chimney someday as well.  I hope not, this place I call

home is in such a pretty spot, then again this one is too.

History took place here.  We are apart of the original 13 Colonies. Battles were fought and won.

We love looking in this type of area for signs left from those times.  They did not have a lot in those days

by our standards but they were rich in so much more.   It was not easy for them to come to a new

country.  They did it though and this to me is all the proof  I need.