A very nice lady posted in my group " What Was Your Favorite Childhood Memories " . So here is some of mind .
My memories of my past are so precious too me because i can't look to a future and those memories are dear to me . So it's one day at a time for me . I guess my favorite is.... We went to my grand parent's home on Christmas eve for a family get together . This was around 1955 . Dad said lets go see if Santa Clause has came yet . My brother and I were so much in a hurry to get home . We lived i an old clapboarded house with a rusted tin as the roof . No running water or bathroom . We got home and ran in and under the tree was this cowboy outfit with a best looking set of guns and gun belt . They were chrome looking . Dad strapped them around me and i felt like i was a cowboy and could take on the world . I felt proud , here was me in a cowboy outfit and a real cowboy . Santa was so real to me . My parents always made sure we had a good Christmas .
We would go out and look for a tree to put up . Out in the fields and edges of the wood would grow cedar tree's and we would cut one down . Drag it back home . Dad would cut the bottom off with a hand saw . We would take two boards and make a cross and nail it to bottom of tree so it would stand up . The light's we had back then were big and some had these bulb's when they got hot , they would boil and was so wonderful to look at .We would make our own popcorn strings to put on our little cedar tree . What ever else we could find , we would hang on tree . The strings of sparkle would twinkle as some of the lights blinked . To me and my brother back then were so filled with love from our parents . They would do without so we could have our special time's growing up .
Some people have told me that they wouldn't want to go back to those day's . That those days were to hard . As i look back , life was simple back then . We didn't have much but we were rich in being loved and hard times out parents had in raising us and the doing without to give us the things we needed meant more to my parents than money could buy . We were proud .
Written by Wayne
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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