With the Christmas season upon us once again, I thought it would be fun to do a series of Christmas memory photos. This might be challenging since I only have a few on my computer right now. But I have an excellent source (start looking through your files, Mart).
Here we are with Mom, Christmas 1969. That's me in the back wearing the gold sweater. I was 3 years old. Rachel was one years old and Martha was 5. We must have all gotten dolls for Christmas. Goodness, my mother looks young, doesn't she? She was only 35. Younger than I am now. I look like I know exactly what is going on and am very excited. Rachel on the other hand...looks like she's not quite sure. She appears to be holding a bit of wrapping paper which I'm sure made her quite content.
We had a good childhood. We had parents who were trustworthy and loved us. We had what so many children didn't have. Security. Love. Here we thought the gifts were under the tree. Ha! They were nothing compared to the real gifts our parents gave us each day.
Thank you Mom and Dad!
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Yes, thank you mom and dad. Thank you for always being there for us and for giving us what we needed most, your unconditional love.
I'm sure at this age I thought the wrapping paper was much more exciting than the gift.
I never mentioned all the praying mom and dad did with us and for us too. I just started reading Stormie Omartian's, "The Power of a Praying Parent". It's a great book, I wish I read it long ago.
That is a nice photo! I am glad for you that you had such a good childhood and thankfully, I can say the same for me and my sisters.
What a great post. I remember the excitement of Christmas when I was a wee one. Oh my but we could hardly stand all the good stuff: food, presents, decorations!
Prisciilla, you are in luck if you are looking for Christmas photos. Seems like Christmas and camping were the big occasions for a camera when we were kids.
Christmas was always exciting. Even without Santa Claus we had a great time, maybe even better than those "Santa Believers" had.
okay so it was your dad who has blonde hair?
Our parents both had blond hair when they were children. It darkened as they got older. So has mine. If you saw mine now, you would probably say it is brown.
Okay, maybe you're not as lucky as I thought. I'm having some trouble finding the abundance of Christmas pictures I thought were there. Still trying...
I love the look on your face... sheer excitment.
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