Not really With My family as they are not around. Yet I have memories of family around me.
My Grandfather on Mom’s side carried creative genes (and might have passed some along). He put together this Christmas tree with parts and pieces of stuff and things.
Grandma would probably recognize her broken jewelry. The bottle caps may have been from jugs of Thunderbird wine, their favorite.
Mom hung this tree in her living room, all year long, and plugged it in every night.
Then there’s my fake 18 inch tree…
…decorated with Mom’s rhinestone earrings.
Also a copy of A Christmas Carol given to my Grandmother in 1917, and I can’t find a copy write date in the book.
And my Aunt Helen carved this whistle.
All these people have passed on so I feel very fortunate to have an adopted family.
Patty and Darrel raised Mike and his four brothers with love and respect. I’ll spend Christmas with this caring family. Darrel is sick right now, although we all pray he’s made it through the worse. Chemo seems to have killed the stomach tumor yet he is scheduled for two more sessions. Then physical therapy to regain his strength. He’s known as “The Giant”, a Big man with a Big heart.
Christmas is All About Love