SeaWaters wrote: "I used to teach my students about “Makin’ Memories.” I don’t think they realized that when I told them my family stories that I was really reliving those memories as if it were yesterday.Some of the voices in those memories have been silenced, but they still ring true in my mind."
I often recall, with great fondness, many family gatherings over the Christmas holidays when we visited relatives on the outskirts of town and those in the same neighbourhood and every house was decorated in a unique way and it was something that I delighted in as a child. I would see decorations and lights that were different from each other, yet the conversations and feeling of kinship were the same in each place. I also remember where people were seated and the different foods or sweets that were offered in different places over the years. Certain smells or sounds take me back to those times like it was yesterday.
One memory that I hold dear is about the time when my brothers and I adopted grandparents in the neighbourhood because my fathers parents were gone and my moms parents lived in Nova Scotia so we didn't see them much. At Christmastime, we would make special crafts for our "pretend grandparents" and visit them on our own. My brothers and I had different neighbours we enjoyed more than the others because they paid attention to us and were kind and appreciative of our affection. I adopted one grandma and a couple because I liked them so much and they reminded me of my own grandparents who lived far away.
One year, my pretend grandma asked me if I would help her put Christmas Seals into envelopes because her hands were sore from Arthritis. I was pleased to help and thankful she had a sponge for me to dip into water instead of sealing them with my tongue (never cared for the taste of envelop paste - perhaps if it tasted like chocolate...). I didn't realize how much time had slipped away, but it was near lunch time when we finished stuffing the envelopes with Christmas seals. I was invited to eat with her and we enjoyed lovely soup and sandwiches. As a treat before I left, her dog Teddy sang me a Christmas song. That was the coolest Basset Hound ever. He howled Jingle Bells to the point where I'm certain I heard some specific words emitting from him.
I cherish memories and share them from time to time and feel so fortunate to have had such a great time growing up in a place where people can open their hearts wide to let the Christmas spirit reside.
:yahoo: Keep a merry thought in your head.