It seems to be during the holiday season that we remember our siblings and childhood days! We are all spread to far apart but memories hold us together.
My mom, told us a Christmas story about her early childhood that I will never forget. I have such a visual of this story that it seems like yesterday!
My mom said that when she was a little girl they were very poor. When Christmas came one year back in the early 1920's they were especially on the lean side. My grandfather left the house early Christmas morning way out in the countryside of north Alabama. The kids didn't know that he had slipped away but he had. All of a sudden there was a terrible noise going on down from the house in the woods, the kids asked grandma what was happening. She said that grandpa was beating up Santa Clause. My mom and her siblings started crying because Santa was in trouble. A few minutes later my grandpa came home with a bag of oranges and apples that he took from Santa!!! The fruit was the only Christmas presents the children got that year!
(Do you feel blessed or not)
This story makes me laugh and cry and especially since I don't have my mom this Christmas.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
My Young Life
As I begin my blog, I think its only good to share where my life began. I grew up in a rural community of central Alabama, USA. I am from a family of 7, having 2 brothers and 2 sisters. I know it is probably hard to believe in today's age that the school I attended was housed in one building starting 1st grade through 12th! OK, it was a large building!
We lived on a farm raising livestock and having a huge vegetable garden. Yes, my parents milked the cows by hand and churned the milk for butter. I could never get the hang of milking or being a good churner! (I actually have in my possession the churn dasher that my dad made)
My dad was an entreprenuer minded person. He actually had a home based business by selling wooden porch sets and taking them through out the southeast on his Chevrolet pick up truck. Wow, it was always fun seeing him come down the road after he had been away for a week or so.
My mom worked from home by doing in home elderly care. We didn't think of it as elder care then, it was just taking care of people who could no longer see after themselves. Times and terminology have changed!
My siblings and I were just typical kids who lived in the rural south. I will share from time to time some of our adventures!
We lived on a farm raising livestock and having a huge vegetable garden. Yes, my parents milked the cows by hand and churned the milk for butter. I could never get the hang of milking or being a good churner! (I actually have in my possession the churn dasher that my dad made)
My dad was an entreprenuer minded person. He actually had a home based business by selling wooden porch sets and taking them through out the southeast on his Chevrolet pick up truck. Wow, it was always fun seeing him come down the road after he had been away for a week or so.
My mom worked from home by doing in home elderly care. We didn't think of it as elder care then, it was just taking care of people who could no longer see after themselves. Times and terminology have changed!
My siblings and I were just typical kids who lived in the rural south. I will share from time to time some of our adventures!
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