“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Christmas Past!
Let me share some of my favorite Christmas memories. Even though it’s been years they are still sharp in my mind and they remain a life’s daily inspiration to this day.
When I was about 7 or so we would travel to Albany, Kentucky for Christmas week. The whole family piled into the car. Mother packed our gifts usually 3 a piece and off we would go. Oh, a Life’s Daily Inspiration for sure.
Funny I remember the trips because my Dad would never stop for bathroom breaks. Lol ,he would holler before we left “stop now and go before we leave this house or hold it!”
And he meant it . My brother Carl tested it every time. Once my Dad made him pee in a bottle. My brother was humiliated and never forgot it. Guess you might say he was traumatized Lol.
Not sure why our Dad never wanted to stop. It might I guess have had something to do with he was sick of all the arguing. Usually started by my brother putting his feet on me. No kidding. My Dad would always say now stay on your side of the car both of you. Don’t make me stop or you will get a whipping. Got it? To which we always answered yes sir! There were no yeps or okays when you answered my father. We knew to answer yes sir. To bad kids today don’t have that same respect.
Anyway off to Kentucky we’d go. I always took 2 gallons of water. Why? Have you never had to drink sulfur water?
Well, they claim it’s very good for you. But tastes horrid. My grandparents and Aunt both had it at their houses. While my dad grew up drinking it. He always managed to talk me out of water for coffee.
Then there was my dads much younger brother and sisters still at home. All of us slept upstairs without any heat. Under tons of blankets.
My Uncle Vernon always whittled us something for Christmas. Yes, I said whittled. He made rifles hand carved. Then put a clothes pen where the hammer of the gun would be. That was we could shoot rubber bands at each out. Just like a slingshot worked. He also made handguns the same way.
Yep imagination that was our greatest asset. Out back of the farm house was two old cars they were rusted out. No windshield. No glass at all actually. No seats except for the springs.
We played every conceivable scenario with those old junk heaps. Spending hours playing. Without one electronic toy.
Then we would go to the barn and play in the hay loft when we thought we could get by with it. We would start up my granddads old tractor. The older boys would put us in the hay wagon and pull us around the farm. It was great fun as long as we didn’t get caught. But, as always there was a pay day Lol.
Every evening that week we would work on making Christmas ornaments.
There were not any store bought ornaments back then. We made homemade gingerbread cookies. Making a hole at the top to hang them.
We made stars and other shapes like angels, churches out of aluminum foil and cardboard. We strung popcorn and cranberries. We didn’t have any lights. But on Christmas morning we could light candles for about 15 minutes and sing Christmas carols. 15 minutes because of danger of fire. My grandparents didn’t have TV or electric lights. Not even an inside restroom. No, we used to the outhouse. My least favorite thing at grandmas house.
But some of the most memorable Christmas Holidays happened at my grandparents house.
There both gone now but the memories I will have with me forever.
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