Monday Memories: My Christmas Memories

Hey, y'all! Monday may bring us back to work, but it also brings us one of my favorite memes and it's all about sharing memories! Y'all know how much I appreciate memories so you can imagine how excited I was to hear of a meme all about writing our memories! 

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This week's prompt is: My Christmas Memories

I have never attempted to grow flowers from seeds before so, when I got my first EVER sunflower blooms this year, I was thrilled!  And, as with so very many things since entering our empty nest situation, the flowers led me down memory lane, this time, to thoughts of my grandmother who was quite a flower person.  She had azaleas, gardenias, daffodils, blue bells, candy tuft, dogwoods, and countless other flowers that I have no idea as to their names, other than 'pretty'.  Her yard, in spring, held the most amazing, vibrant colors of all kinds.  I can remember her garden club meetings which were held in her living room where she served tiny sandwiches and cakes along with coffee in the silver coffee/tea service.  I also remember how the weekends at Grandmother and Granddaddy's were so much fun.  Grandmother and I went shopping at the dime store in a neighboring town and to K-Mart (Granddaddy always said we were out "rakin' around) and we would stay up late and watch old Elvis movies.  Sunday mornings, we went to Sunday school followed by preachin' where we sat on the very same pew.  Every Sunday.  And, after lunch, we would sit on the porch and watch as Granddaddy amazed us by peeling an apple with his pocket knife keeping the peel in one long, curly piece.  But holidays at Grandmother and Granddaddy's house was the most fun of all...

Easter morning was spent at church followed by a huge family dinner.  Always a pork roast with very southern accompaniments such as rice and gravy, corn, deviled eggs, homemade rolls, lima beans, etc.  The 4th of July was also a big celebration.  Every year we had BBQ with all the fixins including a great big watermelon  and home churned ice cream and fire works after dark.  At Thanksgiving, Grandmother always got out the good china and the silver (she actually used the china and silver on Sundays and holidays) and served up a feast of turkey, cornbread dressing, sweet potato casserole (the kind with the marshmallows on top), green beans, corn, potatoes, rice and gravy, homemade rolls (it's just NOT a southern holiday without the carbs!), broccoli casserole, cranberry sauce etc.  Luckily, Granddaddy's blessings were short and sweet and eating commenced rather quickly.

All the holidays at Grandmother and Granddaddy's house were awesome but, my fondest memories of all, center around Christmas.  Every single year for as long as I can remember, I went to Grandmother and Granddaddy's house to help decorate for Christmas.  It all started with Granddaddy bringing home the cedar tree and cutting off the bottom so that the tree would fit in the stand and in the house.  Grandmother and I would go into the attic and hand down the boxes filled with Christmas treasures:  the plastic Santa face for the front door; the wreaths for the side and back doors; the floral displays made of plastic poinsettias, glass ornaments, and glitter all contained on the hidden piece of florist's Styrofoam; and the ornaments-all different colors and shapes (plastic icicles, glass soldiers, balls, Santas, drums, and more in purples, reds, blues, greens, oranges, golds and silvers) to adorn the tree.  The tree was slowly transformed into a colorful Christmas delight complete with a star on top. 

The Christmas tree was always a cedar at their house. 

Christmas cards were taped around the perimeter of the rectangular mirror above the mantle.  And Granddaddy, who went to bed early so he could get up at 4:30 each morning (a habit I think he continued from when he was a boy growing up on the farm) to go to his dry cleaning business and start the boiler for the day's work, would come into the living room and say, "Hush a little bit now." as Grandmother and I laughed in giddy delight.

The anticipation of the arrival of Christmas Eve was almost too much to bear.  And, when the day finally did arrive, the procedure was pretty much routine.  We arrived at Grandmother and Granddaddy's house to find the dining room table filled with homemade cakes (from scratch, no mixes) with 4 to 6 layers- coconut, pineapple, chocolate and the dreaded fruitcake (when Grandmother baked her cakes it was absolutely delightful!  The house would fill up with the sweetest, warmest baking aromas and there was always just enough left in the bowl for licking.). 

There were cookies, fudge, and other candies- all homemade.  And, just out of the oven, a ham with cloves, pineapple slices and cherries all over the surface covered with a sweet honey and mustard glaze, sliced to perfection and eaten on sandwiches with plain 'ol white bread and mustard.  There was Chex Mix in Christmas containers all around the house--none of us have ever been able to reproduce Grandmother's Chex Mix (who am I kidding?  We've never been able to reproduce ANY of her fabulous foods.). 

On the record player (this was back in the days of vinyl) would be Nat King Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, Mahalia Jackson, of some of the Rat Pack helping us celebrate the season with Christmas songs.  When Granddaddy walked into the living room, clad in his red shirt -sometimes plaid, sometimes solid- Luke, chapter 2, was read after which the most fun of all began---the reading of the names on the tags and the opening of the gifts-- after which the floor would be covered in brightly colored Christmas paper with the shadows of the flames from the fireplace dancing all over the room (Granddaddy had a fire in the fireplace every year whether it was cold enough outside or not.).

That's me with Mother and Dad sometime, probably, around 1965.

I learned many valuable lessons from my grandparents.  Lessons that did not involve money or material things but that were taught while an apple was being peeled or a cake was being baked; while decorating a Christmas tree or sitting at the table for a family gathering; while cutting into a watermelon, building a fire, sitting in church, watching old Elvis movies on television or even by the wearing of a red shirt each year at Christmas.

I don't recall ever wanting to leave my grandparents house to go home on Christmas Eve but I do remember, once in the car, needing my dad to go as fast as he could to beat Santa to my house. And I VIVIDLY remember that one Christmas Eve seeing Santa and his reindeer out the car window and nearly having a panic attack as we were still about 20 minutes from home.

Christmas Day was spent at our house. The very first thing in the morning was opening the gifts from Santa! I still remember the excitement around that activity. Afterwards, we got dressed and my dad's family came over to the house. This is when we got to eat all of Mother's Christmas goodies- the fudge, the cheese and olive balls, the sausage balls, the little green wonders and so much more.

A few of the family on Christmas day circa--a long time ago. LOL 1959

My uncle always brought his 8mm camera over to shoot videos of Christmas morning. The main thing I remember about was how bright the light was on that thing. It was like trying to look into the sun.

Opening presents with dad's family was followed by Christmas dinner. My grandparents came up to our house and we all ate a sit down dinner together.

I know this post has gone WAY LONG and there is so much more I could write. But I shall spare y'all the rest. Let's just say that holidays, most especially Christmas, have always been and continue to be big celebrations in our family.

Like the year I got my very first all-my-own puppy.

And the first year I did not spend Christmas as an only child---

Yep, I could go on and on and on....:)