CHRISTMASES LONG AND NOT SO LONG AGO
I don’t know which is the earliest Christmas that I remember. We have a black and white photo somewhere of Mom playing the piano, with Dad sitting beside her on the piano stool, and Bill, Harry and I in our pajamas with hymnbooks in our hands singing what must have been Christmas carols since there’s a Christmas tree in the corner in the living room of the old, white frame house we rented from Mr. Neal Craig on Sharon Amity Rd between 1948-9 and 1955. I guess Frosty first and later Bing caused us to associate snow with Christmas. Whether it was on or near Christmas I don’t know, but I remember Dad and Bill racing each other, barefooted if memory serves me correctly or maybe in or also in their under wear through the snow to the chicken house behind the house, and back. Don’t remember who won; also, the only time I ever remember Dad running anywhere, but I do remember thinking it was the coolest, literally and figuratively, event I’d witnessed to that point in my young life.
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