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A Lifetime of Memories

A PACKAGE OF MEMORIES..TO BE OPENED EACH CHRISTMAS…Musings of a Homemaker (4)..

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   One More Package

1963

 Houghton Lake Resorter 

A weekly newspaper in Houghton Lake, Michigan

MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER..Written by me at the age of 28..

The pine tree stands in the corner, colorful but lonely. Gaily wrapped gifts no longer gather beneath its branches.  The sweet smell of pine did not remain in the air.

Shiny bicycles and curly haired dolls have disappeared from view.

Our annual celebration of the birth of Christ has filled expectations.

Glittering and once lovely wrappings lie crushed in empty cartons awaiting the end of their usefulness. Under the tree lies a ribbon of red reminding us of our passion for loving. Nearby lie wrinkled bows;  blue for the richness of living, gold for the bright rays of learning, and green for the promise of new life in the coming year.

Mixed emotions now wrap our package of memories; sadness and laughter, hope and regret, faith and tenderness, and a colorful memory of the quickly fleeting twelve months.

 1963 has flown away as swiftly as hummingbird’s wings, never pausing for more than a fleeting moment to enjoy the sweet nectar provided by the flowers of life.

The coming year offers twelve unfolding months to store new gifts.  Once more, at the end of the new year, we will have a treasure of memories both happy and sad.

We’re starting anew. The final design will be original and personal and full of twists and turns with colorful hues shading the months ahead with a rainbow of memories.

Gracious living to you and yours in the new year of 1964.

And now…at the age of 83..

The sweet smell of pine can always be purchased in a spray can from the store.

The artificial tree is stored in a box to be retrieved from the storage room each December. There are no pine needles to be vacuumed and no shiny trucks in the corner. There are no more snowy excursions to the nearby woods to look for the perfect tree which was to be evenly proportioned on at least  three sides.

(We always turned the flat side toward the window.)

We now delight in flannel shirts and an occasional bottle of after-shave. Perhaps there will be a sweater for me and a current book I’ve been thinking about. The family is here and that’s the best part of all.

In a few moments the gifts are unwrapped and the shirts are checked to make sure they will fit the intended one. Paper and bow must be carefully folded and used again next year.

The grandchildren are now in their early thirties but determined to spend Christmas morning at the farm.

Our Christmas morning tradition is to have breakfast together, open gifts and visit. It’s a time for all the memories of years gone by.

We now have  two daughters-in-law, a granddaughter -in-law and a  grandson-in-law.  

It’s a happy time.

We once gave our 6-year-old granddaughter a goat for Christmas. Recalling her expression when she found “Peppy” in a special pen in the barn with a big red bow tied around his neck, brings a sweet memory and laughter each year.

The years bring new beginnings.

Life becomes more precious as each year passes. The future is shorter and the past went by too quickly.

 One year can bring many changes.

My husband and a son have passed on to another life.  I’m blessed with two great-granddaughters to love and enjoy in the coming years.

A small artificial Christmas tree stands proudly before the east window.  Sixty years have passed in this wonderful old farm home where memories are enjoyed every day.

Memories Are Made From This

copyright@2018

Photographs By Mary Anne Whitchurch Tuck

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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