While growing up in 
Christmases. My earliest Christmas memory is sitting at the table, stringing popcorn and cranberries with Mom and my sisters and brothers, then decorating our tree. We didn’t have any electric lights and Dad would not let us put candles on the tree, but it was beautiful. I was five years old. The year was 1928. Gifts were usually sparse, but we always got half an orange. We always went to church on Christmas Eve.
When I was a little older, the church gave out stockings stuffed with fruit, nuts and candy. That was the only candy we got. We had huge family dinners with aunts, uncles and cousins, at least three settings. That was the most fun of Christmas. In those days the emphasis was on family and church.
In raising our family, things were different. We were out here in
My great memories of Christmas are not the gifts, but loving and giving aunts and uncles. They always had time to talk to us, tease us a little, encourage us, plus prepare delicious food for our holiday dinners. Every year at Christmas, I think of them with love.
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This sounds a whole lot like the memories my parents and grandparents have shared with me. Seems the way of things during the Great Depression of the 1930's, and the Dustbowl years. People then did not have much "stuff", nor the money to buy it. But they DID have each other, and clung to family, friends, church, and other significant relationships. I do believe that, as times get tougher in the near future, our present culture will begin to change from its lonely, isolated patterns and grow more like what Grandma Seppi relates. We who are already accustomed to living these values will have wonderful opportunities to lead others into it... and particularly into fellowship with our Saviour, the One who has broken down the "wall of partition" between us and God, and each other. Thank you for sharing this rich glimpse into a time long past, and worthy of recovering.
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