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The Holidays Are Upon Us!

Susan - s3js

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Can you believe it? Thanksgiving is here later this week.

When we were Salvation Army officers, Thanksgiving Day was the one day of rest we got until Christmas Eve night. Our Christmas work had begun in September when we started registration for the Angel Tree and food boxes, then ramped up dramatically. The Christmas kettles went out Thanksgiving week. John and I were ships passing in the night at that point. The kids often helped us on our rounds. We started holiday nursing home visits. We had some we visited monthly by I had about triple for the holidays. Jason made his first nursing home visit when he was 3 weeks old. As he grew he would join Justin and our Boys and Girls Club members in caroling at the homes and handing out small gifts.

One year, snow fell on Thanksgiving Day. By nightfall we had 17 inches of snow and ice on the ground that remained until the end of March. We lived in Oklahoma and this was not normal. Once school closed for the holidays, we went out from the club in a 15-passenger van. We were finished and I loaded up the van. Every seat was filled. It was stuck. I unloaded the kids and sent them into the lobby. There was a group of men, maintenance workers, outside but not one of them helped. With my trusty supply of cardboard, I managed to push the van out by myself and loaded back up. As we made our way around the circle drive, I stopped and wished them a sweet Merry Christmas, and handed each a gift. When we made it back to the club, there were some very contrite messages waiting. We had fun, the kids - and the men - learned some valuable lessons. And I learned that THIS girl CAN!

Do you have a holiday moment to share?
 
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Back in 1973, we had just moved into our first apartment together. But in late fall, our car broke down. It was a 1960 TR3 A, quite special in itself. If you needed to jump it, there was a crank. :-)

This isn't a story about the Triumph, it is a story of making do. We wanted to celebrate Christmas with a live tree, but we had no transportation other than our own two feet. There was a Christmas tree lot about a mile and a half away. We were young and ambitious. We walked to the lot, picked out the tree, and the both of us carried it home. For most of the trek, we walked a main street, so there were lots of cars passing us by. I can't recall how many people honked and waved as they drove by, but we were noticed, for sure.

It was a fun day, and we snapped pics of us and our tree at our apartment. Here are a few of them. The photos are blurry, but the memory is vivid.


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Back in 1973, we had just moved into our first apartment together. But in late fall, our car broke down. It was a 1960 TR3 A, quite special in itself. If you needed to jump it, there was a crank. :)

This isn't a story about the Triumph, it is a story of making do. We wanted to celebrate Christmas with a live tree, but we had no transportation other than our own two feet. There was a Christmas tree lot about a mile and a half away. We were young and ambitious. We walked to the lot, picked out the tree, and the both of us carried it home. For most of the trek, we walked a main street, so there were lots of cars passing us by. I can't recall how many people honked and waved as they drove by, but we were noticed, for sure.

It was a fun day, and we snapped pics of us and our tree at our apartment. Here are a few of them. The photos are blurry, but the memory is vivid.


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What a fabulous memory! I caught myself with this big cheesy grin on my face!
 
Back in 1973, we had just moved into our first apartment together. But in late fall, our car broke down. It was a 1960 TR3 A, quite special in itself. If you needed to jump it, there was a crank. :)

This isn't a story about the Triumph, it is a story of making do. We wanted to celebrate Christmas with a live tree, but we had no transportation other than our own two feet. There was a Christmas tree lot about a mile and a half away. We were young and ambitious. We walked to the lot, picked out the tree, and the both of us carried it home. For most of the trek, we walked a main street, so there were lots of cars passing us by. I can't recall how many people honked and waved as they drove by, but we were noticed, for sure.

It was a fun day, and we snapped pics of us and our tree at our apartment. Here are a few of them. The photos are blurry, but the memory is vivid.


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What a fun and lovely memory Marilyn! and yeah, the ol' blurred photos! but as you say, the memory is vivid in your head and heart and that is the main thing! Looking at your 70's photo brought back a lot of memories for me too, my eldest was born in '73 and I have a lot of these slightly textured/bumpy photos as well! lol!
 
When I was a kid, we spent every Christmas at my grandmothers because her mom (my great-grandmother) was bedridden. It was a very predictable celebration: the same people, same decorations, same food, including the way it was placed on the table. I am not sure my parents loved it that much, but I did and my brother and I would often talk about what we were going to eat and in which order and where was the best place to sit that year. Fun times! I miss my grandmother's potato salad...
 
When I was a kid, we spent every Christmas at my grandmothers because her mom (my great-grandmother) was bedridden. It was a very predictable celebration: the same people, same decorations, same food, including the way it was placed on the table. I am not sure my parents loved it that much, but I did and my brother and I would often talk about what we were going to eat and in which order and where was the best place to sit that year. Fun times! I miss my grandmother's potato salad...
Wow! That's a tender and sweet memory. I wish we Elves did something like that!
 
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