Christmas was always a big celebration at our house when I was growing up, and it still is today. My sister and I were born in 1956 and 1958 respectively and our 2 brothers came along in the early 60’s. From the beginning, it seemed as if Christmas wasn’t a success for our parents unless the floor was full of wrapping paper and toys Christmas morning. (My mother made our matching dresses.)
Funny how these photos show lots of toys, but I don’t really remember specific items. I just remember how much fun it was. We were very involved in our church and the Christmas season always included lots of activities at church and school – plays, choirs and parties. The Christmas Eve candlelight service was a special night, especially once you were old enough that it was considered safe for you to hold your own candle – I remember more than one incidence of scorched hair!
We lived in the middle of 100 acres of farm and forest. One of our favorite activities was cutting our own Christmas tree every year. Dad would fire up the tractor and we would ride into the woods to find the perfect tree – our tree was decorated with a combination of homemade and store bought ornaments. (Mom made these matching nightgowns, too!)
Christmas day we were up at the crack of dawn to see what Santa brought. Our stockings were always full too with candy and small toys.
I don’t know how my parents did it – my father was a teacher and my mother a stay-at-home mom. We had a garden, some cows and pigs, and chickens so we grew some of our own food. Every year they managed to make Christmas special for all of us.
When my brothers came along Christmas just got bigger.
When some of the chaos died down, Mom would make a quick breakfast and we would try to get some of the paper out of the way, just in time for Grandma and Grandpa to show up and start the whole thing over again.
Later we would have a nice Christmas dinner, including lots of homemade and delicious Christmas cookies!
I hope you’ve enjoyed these old photos and my trip down memory lane. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all the great memories!