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M.O.M. Monday
I'm going to be jumping all over my mom's life from youth to early adulthood to middle-age etc in these entries; whatever I remember, whatever I think the Lord wants me to write, so it won't be in any chronological order.
I also encourage anyone if they want to do a memories of mom or memories of dad entry at any time, weekly, monthly, biweekly, whatever to do so and if I don't usually follow your journal, link the entry here so I can check it out.
Being born in 1921, my mom grew up in the depression. Her dad always held his job in the steel mill and although they didn't have a lot of things, they had what they needed, food on the table, a warm house to live in, clothes to wear.
Christmas was celebrated simply when she was growing up. A stocking full of nuts, an orange, an apple, maybe another goodie. (This is a tradition she would carry on when I was growing up, always the biggest orange available in the toe of the stocking, followed by an apple, some nuts, candy, little trinkets).
My mom graduated high school in 1940 (or perhaps 1939) and then started working in an assembly plant. Soon she was making good money at the time and living at home she had no expenses so she was able to save money and spend money more freely.
At Christmas she decided she wanted a Christmas tree with all the fancy decorations. She went out and got the tree, got the decorations, the lights, the fancy ornaments, mostly at that time were the round glass bulbs, icicles, etc.
She and my grandmother enjoyed decorating the tree and she was proud of the way the tree looked. That night, in the middle of the night, she heard a terribly loud crash. She went downstairs to see what was up and found the tree toppled over, weighted down, because in their excitement of decorating their first tree, they had loaded the front of the tree with ornaments and nothing on the back. The tree became heavily front-loaded and fell down. Broken glass all around the room.
Determined to have a tree, my mom cleaned up the mess and then when she had the chance she went back to the store and got new ornaments, lights and icicles and re-decorated the tree, this time evenly decorating it from front to back to side.
Years later, as we decorate our Christmas trees from year to year I always remember to decorate the front and the back and reminded my kids to do the same.
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My mother was also in the depression. That is a cute story about the tree falling over. Expensive mistake kind of. lol Thank you for sharing. God Bless, Janie
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Last year at Christmas, instead of lip gloss and miniture trains, I added fruit to the stockings of my two youngest, that still believe in Santa. (Mom did this for my brother and I as we were growing up too.) Except my kids, were all.......FRUIT? Santa left us FRUIT? That's weird, Mom.......Santa left us FOOD. You give us food......NOT SANTA......
I'm gonna do it again this year..............LOL
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I love your "mom" Monday. My mother was born in 1919 so they were raised during the same time period. My mom is a depression child also. Cute story about the Christmas tree. Chris
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What a great story! Thanks for sharing!
be well,
Dawn
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