I could only find these two pictures of Christmas time in the old days. The first is of Mark playing with his new Christmas toys, The second is of Dad all dressed up and ready to go to our Church meetings during the Christmas season..
We always had a fresh-cut Christmas Tree. It was work to get it from the hills but it was always fresh and smelled so good. This tradition has continued in our family to the present day. This year (2009) Ryan and I went together up Emigration Canyon to get our Christmas trees. Ours stands in the lkiving room and is just beautiful. I always enjoyed the tree but even more memorable were those special occasions when Dad took me with him to get the tree. I remember one time after a heavy snowfall going up to the Pine Grove on the tractor for a tree. We got stuck and had quite an ordeal. Not just any tree would do; it had to be the best one we could find. When we got the tree home it was beautifully decorated with lots of home made ornaments and a few store-bought ones as well as a few lights. I, for one, loved the Christmas season and all the anticipation of Santa, and, of course, the Christ child and His story were never forgotten. We didn't have a lot of money, but none of us ever went without and we were always made to feel special. I know Mom and Dad sacrificed a great deal to make nice Christmases for us. All that really mattered to them was to see a smile on the face of their children. I remember several Christmas Eves when we had a preliminary visit from Santa before we went to bed. I never did quite figure out how Mom and Dad pulled that off. And then, of couse, there was always the ward Christmas Party at the Lanark Ward Church. We always had a good time there with our friends and neighbors and usually a delicious Pot Luck Supper to go along with it. No party was complete without a visit from Santa and a bag of goodies passed out to every child. These were good times, anxioulsy awaited. Of course, no Chritmas was complete without a beautifully fresh cut Christmas tree from the mountains near by.
Please add any memoies that come to your minds, and photos too if you might have some.
Mark at play with his Christmas toys.
Dad dressed for church where we learned the real reason for the season.
by Bart
This is a great way to learn! I don't know that much about my Grandparents. Maybe that came from growing up on the South side of the lake. I have emailed my family (reed's) to let them in. So keep blogging!
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Travis,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you found this blog. We'll try to keep it going until we run out of time or material. That could be a while. I'm hoping to get as many involved as possible.
Right now all of your Eborn aunts and uncles are "Editors". This can easily be expanded to any member of the clan. Just let me know.
Thanks for the momment.
Uncle Bart
I'm sure enjoying the blog - Brenda
ReplyDeleteWhen I get the blogging thing figured out, I'll add to it. I'm working on it! Brenda
Travis, I'm sorry my old fingers don't work very well, I meant:Thanks for the comment, not momment. Don't ask me how that happens. I never was quite as careful as I should be I suspect.
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