I was thinking back on the Christmas of my childhood and how much has changed in these eighty-three years. I would not have ever dreamed the changes that would come about. People spend so much now days on Christmas and are in such a hurry, they really loose the real meaning. Artificial trees and pre-lit, years ago we made a special trip to my grandparents farm, around thirty miles away, to walk through the woods to find a tree. It was a family thing, mom, dad, and me. We did not notice the coldest, but was wishing in the back of our mind, it would not snow before we could get it home. Dad would tie the tree to the roof of the car. Remember, cars back then did not go over fifty miles and hour. On country roads, about twenty-five was the limit.
I can feel the excitement of knowing that tree would soon be in our living room. Now, this was an all day occasion.
Day two: After work
Once the tree was home, dad would have to measure to see if he had to cut any off. That would give us pine branches to use in decorating. Next step, he had to make a stand to hold the tree steady so it would not fall over. Until then, he would store it on the front porch.
Once that was done, he had to climb up in the attic and pull down all the boxes with the items to trim the tree.
Day three: After work (Mom had a beauty shop and she worked also)
When dinner was over, we got to open those boxes with all the beautiful decorations. There were hand painted ornaments all neatly wrapped and I was allowed to help with that while mom and dad untangled the lights. The lights then were glass and around two inches long connected to heavy green wires. Once those were untangled, they would plug them in to see what had to be replaced.
The lights were in red, blue, green, orange, yellow, and my mother had to make certain that there was colors complementing each other side by side.
Gold and silver tinsel was wrapped around the tree. The angel had to go on the top of the tree. That was dad's job. Mom and I hung the ornaments. Last, but not least, ice cycles were hung with care.
The tree was a work of art and everyone sat back and admired our work. What even made it better, on the radio, Christmas carols were played. That was time for hot chocolate and cookies.
Three or sometimes four days were spent with close family time and love looking forward to Christmas in a few days with family and friends.
What a contrast to this year. My daughter and I went out and purchases a tree, pre-lit of course. Took it out of the box and had it up in no time flat. Let it set for a couple of days to fluff up. Then on Sunday after Thanksgiving we pulled the ornaments out and had it decorated in a matter of couple of hours.
Now I know why the refer to the good ole days. Back them we, as a family, spent at least three days together enjoying each others company, listening to carols, and building wonderful memories and deepening our love. No rush, no hassle, and no stress. Wonder how kids today remember their Christmas time? Merry Christmas to all my stamping friends.