As Christmas is almost here the cookies are finally done. Well at least all I am making. These fun cookies where a big hit.
Then there was the Ginger Bread Man making station.
Here is a few of the great things that were created by a small group of loving hands!
It made Christmas present a lot of fun!
Growing up I only remember my mother wearing 3 different pair of shoes. Dress shoes on Sunday, crappy shoes that she had forever to do lawn work in, and loafers.
Up until the year she passed away my father would go out the week before Christmas and go buy her the same pair of shoes….EVERY YEAR. He would go into Elder Beerman and walk up to the shoe counter and get the same size 8.5 pair of shoes.
On Christmas there would always be a shoe box wrapped by him and she would say….I wonder what is in this box.
As you can see it was her favorite gift….lol Now that I am older I am pretty sure it was her fav because my dad went out and bought it himself. Every time I see a pair of loafers I am reminded of the many years of mom unwrapping the loafers and always acted like she had no idea what was in the box.
One of my favorite memories of Christmas is the new pjs that we got every year on Christmas Eve. Around 5pm mom would give us each a wrapped present that had a new pair of PJ’s in it.
When I was younger this was like yeah look PJ’s now I’m like hey where are my PJ’s :0)
Sometimes my sisters and I got matching PJ’s but most of the time it was what ever mom found that we were into at the time….meaning tweety bird, Mickey Mouse or who knows what.
As an adult I still try to put on some PJ’s by 5 on Christmas Eve.
My youngest sister started this tradition with my nieces and I love that for them. One day they will also do this with there children. It’s kinda a family tradition.
After the Jammie’s where on we had to stay in our rooms for awhile. Santa came early to our house. We would hear Santa open the front door (we didn’t have a chimney) do some deep ho ho ho’s and then my mom would open the bedroom door and we would run to the tree.
Everyone has there spot. Come to think of it we still sit in the same spot we did growing up (lol creatures of habit I guess).
PJ’s I must go out and get a new pair of PJs for Christmas!
This pic is of my sisters and I and I see one sister fell and roped the knee out of her PJ’s. No real surprise here.
Thru the years I have been in and seen a lot of Christmas programs.
I have dressed as a wise man (there wasn’t a lot of boys in my church), sang in the choir, and was in many Christmas plays.
Good memories really. But one of my favorites is of my oldest niece. I’d say she was around 3 and my dad had been practicing with her for weeks on her line. She was to hold a candle and say my candle shines for truth.
When the big day arrived this is what happened…
She stared crying and my father picked her up, leaned down and said “her candle shines for truth!” That is me on the left taking the picture. She was dressed so pretty but she never has liked the spot light.
She is now a beautiful young woman that knows what she wants to do with her life and I couldn’t be more proud of her.
A memory that I will always cherish!
One of my fondest memories growing up was being at grandma and grandpas house. They lived 9 hours away and we were there at least once a month for a long weekend and sometimes a lot more then that. I was really young when my grandparents passed but lucky for me my mom and dad took pictures of my sisters and I with them. I’m the oldest so I remember them more so then my sisters.
But the thing I remember most was riding in the station wagon or as we called it the Brady mobile lol. We went everywhere in that thing. I was the car sick kid so if I wasn’t in the front seat my parents were hoping I was asleep. We pulled over on the mountains of West Virginia a lot. Maybe that is why I was so skinny when I was little :0) lets just say I fed the birds up and down the mountain regularly :0(
If you still have a grandparent alive go see them, call them. Do it while you can because one day they will be gone and you won’t be able to just pop in. Really that’s all they want. Your time and attention even if it is just for a little while.
I was at my fathers today and we were discussing Christmas past.
Dad worked 2nd shift most of my childhood. He came home one night and kids where trying to steal the lights off the bushes. They had strung the lights across the street. Dad ran over his own Christmas lights. He was mad. The kids got away but dad never put lights near the street again.
Another memory….For as long as I can remember my father decorated the outside of the house. It started out as just lights on the bushes outside, with Santa sitting on the porch.
Then as we all got older the display grew….
The joke on the street was my father had stock in Dayton Power and Light.
As I got older I learned to appreciate all the work my dad put into putting this display together.
There are stories where someone tried to steal baby Jesus out of the stable. They were surprised by the fact that he was tied down, binge corded and zip tied into the manger. They did get his blanket but that’s all…(it’s ok to laugh, we do!)
What an awesome memory to have!
Got to thinking about the Christmas season today and I was reminded of the Rikes Store windows. When I was a young girl my mother would bundle us up take us to see the window display. We would walk down our street to the corner bus stop and get on the RTA bus and ride it downtown. We didn’t go downtown but one time a year so this was a big deal for us.
Here are a few pictures of the displays that now resides in the Schuster Center on Main St in Downtown Dayton.
These are just a few pics of this wonderful display. It brings back many great childhood memories.
If you get the opportunity to come to Dayton this is a must see!
Another great word.
One of my greatest treasures is my family and I love that I can set a self timer and get in pictures with them…
Of course with Christmas right around the corner I had to do this with one of my Shelties.
She’s a good spot.
This is Nanny.
Although I did not take this picture it is one of my dearest treasures. Nanny is no longer with us but the story behind this picture is worth more then any amount of money. On this cold Dec afternoon went to I picked up Nanny and take her to the mall. She had tried everything to get her daughter to call and cancel our plans. Her daughter did not call. I pulled up and we got Nan ready to go out. When she stepped out and saw my truck she asked if we were riding in that. I said yes and she said well then let’s go (I have an Orange Chevy Colorado.) We stopped at Macy’s and wrote letters to Santa, got hot pretzels and made our way to see Santa. Nanny had never sat on Santa’s lap so I was going to make sure that happened! As we stood in line to see Santa Nanny told a little girl that she had seen 99 Christmases. To my knowledge Nan never told anyone how old she was, especially strangers. I’m not 100% sure what she whispered in Santa’s ear but the picture they took that day is priceless. We had pictures printed to put in her Christmas card when we got home. Nan passed a few days later. The joyful part was her friends got the picture of her enjoying life at 99. What a great treasure I have!