When I was a kid, we hung tinsel on our tree that was made of some form of metal that would crinkle real easily. I love a tree with little strips of silver streaming down. As kids, we threw it in clumps while my mom went behind us spreading it on the tree one piece at a time. I remember having competitions with my brother to see who could throw a clump the highest.
Like so many, this time of year stirs up memories of people we have lost. This season I have thought of my grandparents, dad, brother, and sister with a few tears in my eyes. I have decided to focus on the fun we had instead of my loss.
My dad was busy every year making fruitcakes before Christmas. I can’t tell you how many weeks he spent doing this because I can’t remember…all I remember is that it was a process. He would crack all the nuts he used, bake the fruitcakes, wrap them in cheesecloth and smother the cakes with rum (I think it was rum), and continue to smother them until he believed they were good and ready. Anyway, there was fruitcake for all. A very sarcastic yum.
As kids, Christmas Eve was always spent with my dad’s sister and her family, and Christmas day at my grandma’s house…where we weren’t allowed to touch anything or make much noise. All we wanted to do was get back home and play with the toys Santa brought.
When my sister and I started having kids, we spent Christmas Eve together and still spent Christmas Day at my grandmas (my kid’s great-grandma)…where my kids weren’t allowed to touch anything and had to keep their noise down. All they wanted to do was to get back home and play with the toys Santa brought.
Since we moved to Georgia, it has just been our immediate family and Christmas traditions change when the kids grow into teens and young adults. We miss everyone during the holidays, but we have made new traditions.
This year has tested my resolve to remember the good times. Our daughter, the nurse who lives in Montana, will be working on Christmas and her boyfriend will be spending time in Washington (the state) with his family. Since my mom doesn’t like to drive far from home, she will also be alone this Christmas and my hope is that my niece and nephew will spend some time with her.
Of course, knitting is usually my way to work through my troubles, and I do believe I may have developed a mild case of carpal tunnel syndrome.
These days, the tinsel has been replaced with thin ribbon…which after a scare with one of our cats and a couple of visits to the vet, the ribbon will be a memory next year.