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| Gay, June and Glenda in 2011 |
I grew up in southwest Georgia in a simpler
time when we found our Christmas tree in the woods on the farm where we lived. Max, the only one of my four brothers now living, took on the
responsibility of taking his little sisters to find the right tree. Looking back, I am sure he spent many hours inspecting the pines and cedars
during the fall months so he could take us right to the one that would serve us
best.
From pictures taken back when Gay and I were little
children, it is evident that we did not have many trees shaped like the typical
ones we see today. We might have a cedar tree one year and a pine tree the next. (They would be called Charlie Brown trees today)
I remember the cedar trees were flimsy with soft branches that would not hold
up ornaments of any weight. The pine trees smelled good but were sticky with
resin that got on our hands and clothes. The long needles drooped sadly. They, too, were difficult to decorate.
We did not have lovely ornaments bought in stores when we
were really small. We made our colored chains or used garland saved from years
past. We hung faded blue and red balls bought when my brothers were kids. However, we always had silver icicles dressing up the humble tree.
After 1946, we had electric lights on our tree each year. That was what I loved
best, the twinkle lights and bubble lights. Max made us a star from cardboard,
paint and glitter. I couldn’t have been happier with a Christmas tree when I
was under the age of six, than I was with the ones we brought home from the woods.
Nobody I knew bought a Christmas tree back then unless you purchased an
artificial tree, and no one in our family would dare do such a thing.
As long
as my mother lived, we always had a Christmas tree at her house and until she
was unable because of declining health, to handle the big gathering, all of our family came there on
Christmas Day, exchanged presents and ate a delicious meal. This time of year the memory of those days wells up in me like water from a spring. I can close my eyes and feel the joy of family, smell the scents of Mother's fruit cake cooking, the dressing we always had for Christmas dinner, the fresh smell of the tree, and hear the voices of my mother, sisters and other dear family members, talking, laughing, sharing their love for each other.
Today’s Christmas trees wear the most beautiful ornaments
and wrappings. I can hardly believe the time and money it takes to decorate
even one.
A few years ago, I visited a cousin, Steve, and his wife,
Maria, in Dawson, Georgia. They have renovated one of the old houses still standing in that
town and it is beautiful all the time, but at Christmas it looks like Santa's elves have sneaked in and turned the place into a wonderland.
Below see some pictures of their house at Christmas.
The Christmas tree in the living room of my cousin's house had not one bare branch on it, I'm sure.
The Christmas tree in the living room of my cousin's house had not one bare branch on it, I'm sure.
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| This tree was in a bedroom with ornaments that matched the decor of the room. Every room of this huge house had been meticulously decorated for Christmas. My eyes could not take it all in. |
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| One of the many fireplaces in the vintage house where Steve and Maria live in Dawson, GA. |
The tree below was in the home of Gay and Stu Moring, my sister and brother-in-law. This was before the presents were added. When I see this perfectly shaped tree I smile. So different from the trees we had as children.
We learned how to make a perfectly shaped tree when we grew up and owned a Christmas tree farm. Gay still prunes away anything on the tree they purchase that doesn't look like a Christmas tree.
I don't dare put up any kind of Christmas tree this year.
Lexie, my puppy/monkey gets up on tables, into flower pots, trash cans, closets and I can imagine what she would do to a Christmas tree. But she does have a stocking hanging on the mantel that she has not yet discovered, therefore it is safe -- for now.



