Welcome Holidays!

It seems that it was only, yesterday, that I was wishing those who I met…Happy New Year!

The next two months will, rapidly, fly by.

‘ Thanksgiving Day is a National holiday in the United States, and Thanksgiving 2018 occurs on Thursday, November 22.  In 1621, the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest fest that is acknowledged today as one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations in the colonies.  For more than two centuries, days of thanksgiving were celebrated by individual colonies and states.’    Wikipedia

‘ A Proclamation’

‘I, Franklin D. Roosevelt, President of the United States of America, do herby designate Thursday, the twenty-first day of November, 1940, to be observed nationally as a day of thanksgiving.’

‘In a year which has seen calamity and sorrow fall upon many peoples elsewhere in the world may we give thanks for our preservation.’

‘On the same day, in the same hour, let us pray:’    The American Presidency Project

Thanksgiving, for me as a child, consisted of the Macy’s Day Parade on television.  Mom insisted that, due to the close proximity of Thanksgiving to Christmas…that she, simply, did not have the time or the energy…for both.

Now, the joys of Thanksgiving…were not lost on me, as we colored and cut out turkeys and pilgrims, at school, and there was usually a roast for the holiday dinner…and mom made, delicious, roast!

But, Christmas…was a different kettle of fish…as the old timers once said.

This was the time that we unboxed the aluminum christmas tree and placed the multi-colored light wheel next to it.  It was the time of; christmas coffee cake and Laughing Santa and the Sears Catalogue Wish Book.

People seemed a little nicer…and there was the Lion’s Club Free Movie at the Orpheum Theatre and afterward a, large, basket of candy and toys…that every, hopeful child, received.

In financially secure years, when my mom and dad were still together…there was a plethora of toys and games and cowboy outfits and laughter and a lightness of being!

During the years when mom and I were going it alone…the gifts were fewer…but special.

Santa Claus came to our house at 116 West Street, the Christmas after mom and Earl got married.  I could not believe, that the majestic man of the season, had time to visit me in Eldorado, Illinois.  He not only knew my name but assured me that I would receive the gifts that I  requested of him…and, lo and behold, I did!

After our boys were born, they throughly enjoyed Christmas in Eldorado…at Grandma and Grandpa Fitzsimmons.

On our drive to the big event, we passed, annually, a, spooky, three storied house that had one, lone, candle in each of the, many windows in the home.  The candles were red and were accompanied by, black,  banners that stretched from the roof to the ground.  It was, much more, reminiscent of Halloween than Christmas.

Grandma Neva June had talked and talked about her grandsons seeing her Christmas Tree that she had, painstakingly, erected for the magical event!

When they arrived, they raced throughout the house to be the first one to see the Christmas Tree in all of it’s holiday splendor!

Finally…they exclaimed…where is your Christmas Tree…Grandma?

She pointed to a table in the dinning room that had a foot tall christmas tree with, tiny, christmas ornaments, attached.

During the latter years of our Eldorado Christmas Holidays, we enjoyed a glass…or two…of Franzia Boxed Wine.  We thought ourselves wine connoisseur.

Grandma Neva June….served the red wine in 12oz water glasses…and she filled them to the top.

The, luxurious, red wine…enhanced the warmth of the holiday!




2 responses

  1. Man where does the time go? Great thread, ☮️

    1. I know what you mean! Thank you, my friend! 🦃🎄😉

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