Reblog: My Father’s Childhood Memories of Christmas

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Knowing that this Christmas will be the first in my life without my Dad in it led me to think last night about this post from three years ago.

I’m so glad I asked my Dad about his memories that day. Now that he’s gone, it makes that conversation and the memories he shared even more special.

The moral to the story is clear: ask your parents about everything you might possibly want to know while you can. You don’t have them forever.

WordyNerdBird

I spent some time in the car with my father today, and as we travelled the presenter on the radio was asking people to call in and talk about family memories and traditions at Christmas time. This was a great opportunity to ask Dad what Christmas was like for him when he was young, so that’s exactly what I did! 

christmas-1066720_960_720 Border 5My father grew up in Holland during the Depression and World War II. His family were not really poor, but neither were they rich. My grandfather worked very hard to provide for his family, and both he and my grandmother managed their resources carefully. 

The house was usually not decorated much for Christmas, but they did have a Christmas tree lit with candles. Dad also remembers the large fir trees that were put up in the churches, almost as tall as the roof.  Some were lit with electric lights, but most…

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