This day was one of reflection, I did my Christmas baking today using some of Moms (and mine) favourite Christmas recipes. I remember how magical Christmas was growing up in our home, not because we had a lot but because Mom and Dad made it seem like we did. From the Christmas music that she always played on the old record player and the smell of something delicious baking in the old key-Mac stove, to shiny waxed floors (that got that way because Mom put Dads wool work socks on me and said slide around it will polish the floors, to the Christmas decorations around the house including the shiny tinsel on the ceiling that my Dad insisted went up every year. Hanging up our stockings (I used Nanny Bartons support stockings, cause they really stretched!) to find an orange, an apple (five nuckle,mind you) a barley toy and some mixed nuts and maybe if Dad didnt eat them all,some cream candies. But Christmas Eve was then and still is my favourite time at Christmas. There were always visits from the neighbours on our street (Post Road) relatives and friends from all around Minto, Chipman, and sometimes Cumberland Bay. Oh what happy times! The music flowed and good clear was spread! How I miss those days, but I have such great memories, only hope that my kids will have great memories of past Christmases to share with their families as they grow. Merry Christmas everyone, Make some memories!
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 18:42:42 +0000
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