Christmas

 

Storytellers’ Corner

Christmas was always a special time growing up. My mother was a great seamstress, and one year my sister and I got Revlon dolls. Just like Richelle, Mother made doll clothes while we were at school. I just couldn’t believe she had done that without our knowing. The reason I felt that way was because I was a snooper. I usually found my presents well ahead of time until one year, my parents got me the most awful green wool dress as one of my gifts. The closest description I can say is it was “cow pile” green. It was really hard to act surprised that year when I opened it.

We always had to wait until my dad got done milking cows or later doing chores before we could open presents. He would usually suggest we wait until after breakfast, but we raised such a howl he would give in. Going to each Grandma’s house was special too. My dad’s mom was a great cook. I never saw her measure anything when she cooked. She was from a family of eighteen and at the age of sixteen started cooking for cowboys on a ranch in Oklahoma. Her Christmas Eve suppers were great, and I got my love of cooking from her. We did have to wait to open presents at her house until the dishes were done. My dad must have gotten the wait idea from her. At my mother’s side there were fun, cousins and lots of memories of cards and games.

I am not sure what my boys will remember about our Christmas here at home, but my memories growing up were wonderful.