As I work to finish decorating my own Christmas tree this year I think of the many holiday trees in my life. I read on many blogs of people cutting natural trees.
(canned quilter and Christmas Tree ca. 50's)
It makes me remember the Christmas trees of my childhood. How wondrous they were to me. They were cut from the fields and woods behind our house. Humble cedar trees decorated with the old bubble lights. Handmade ornaments and candy canes. Tinsel shining. You could smell the cedar throughout the old wood farmhouse.
(My Mom and the silver Tree ca. 60's)
Then our family began to prosper more as most Americans in the late 50's and 60's. The old cedar tree was replaced by that wondrous silver tinsel tree. Complete with electric color wheel. Always decorated with turquoise and bubble gum pink glass globes. It went with our new brick ranch house on the farm which was complete with linoleum floors and a turquoise Frigidaire. And 4 bedrooms which came in handy for the 3 more boys which would come after the new house.
Daddy ( Oh I'm sorry, Santa) was skinny back then.
My trees now are scaled down. I gave the huge artificial tree to Fred for her growing family. Fred has terrible allergies so I haven't had a real tree in years. O Wise One and I now put up a smaller tree. My hair is now gray and O Wise One almost doesn't have any but our tree though smaller, seems no less wondrous. As we watch our grandchildren's eyes light up at the sight. We pretend we don't notice as the candy canes hanging from it's branches get fewer and fewer. There are no coordinated ornaments but rather bits and pieces of our children's past. Ornaments from friends and neighbors through the years. Most are from our children throughout their childhoods. Many held together with Popsicle sticks and glitter. Some are over 30 years old and every year or so I have to do some re gluing and repairing. We wouldn't trade those old ornaments for anything though. As the children start their own traditions I have started to return some of their ornaments to them for their own trees. Some of the children have turned them down. As my second son told me. "Mom they are where they belong, with Mama. " So I guess I will keep hanging them every year until I can no longer. Making memories after all are what Holidays are all about and we have managed to make a whole tree full!
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter