MORE MUSINGS
As I had written yesterday, I wanted everyone here to get to know me a little better, since I am new to this Internet thing and all. And since my grand-nephew is new to trucking, I wanted to become as informed as I could about all the different things that he'll experience while away from us here in the sleepy little hamlet of Whitman, MA.
I did not expect to be writing so soon, with all the excitement of the Christmas Holidays and all. But since my daughter-in-law, Sally, has been such a sweet, sweet dear in being the "social director" and all, I found myself with some free time on my hands. In my earlier days, the house would be bustling with folks running here and there, getting the tree trimmed, wrapping presents, Christmas carols playing on the stereo and the little ones, yes the little ones, trying to steal a hot cookie that I just pulled out of the oven. Oh those little ones, how they have grown. I was thinking that it seems just like yesterday that my first born, Jonathan came into this world some 58 years ago. My, my, how time does fly and how the memories have a tendency to slip away.
I recall back to that first Christmas that Jonathan was with my dearly departed husband and I, we were just a new family. I was just turning 20 and a young bride of just 2 years. My dear husband and I were living in a small cottage with a wood burning stove and fireplace, 2 small bedrooms, a quaint kitchen and small little sitting room. We barely had enough room to turn around sometimes, but in our early days that was enough. We had each other and we had Jonathan. Yes, Jonathan, the pride of my husband, as we named our new son after my dear husband's father, a tradition that has been in the family ever since.
We had gotten a small Christmas tree from a rather large forest that bordered the property. It was such a beautiful tree. Just the right size, the right shape and of course the right color ... a wonderful Christmas tree it was. And it was the first Christmas tree of a new family, a Father, a Mother and a newly born son, as Jonathan was just 2 months old come that first Cristmas. We didn't have much back in those days, as my husband Timothy was working at the local mill. But we had each other, and that was the most important thing of all. Although, if I recall, there was talk of Communists in our country and Senator McCarthy, I believe that was his name, was starting something in Washington about comminist activities. (oh my, I hope I have this all correct, as my memory is starting to fail at times. As I said, I do believe I'm 78 years old.) But we had saved our money, I had cut back on the groceries during the past few months, trying to save wherever I could. Timothy had worked extra hours at the mill and had even worked several weekends those preceeding months, just so that we could have enough for our new son. If you recall, Jonathan was only 2 months old that first Christmas of ours, so I was still recovering from bringing him into this world. My Aunt Elsie, a dear woman, had helped me in those first days, with me being a new mother and all. But after a few weeks, I was on my own, just as it should. For I now had the responsibility of not only a husband but also new child to nurture and care for.
Anyway, getting back to our first Christmas as a true family, that not to say our first two Christmas's before that we were not a family. But now we were a true family, with all the excitement and wonder of what the future would bring us. My dear sweet Timothy, my bundle of joy Jonathan and me. That first Christmas was such a joyous time, one that I will always remember.
Well, my daughter-in-law just reminded me that its time to start the big chores of cooking. We are having some 20 folks over tonight to celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus. So its off to the kitchen, we are having a Christmas goose, plum pudding and all the trimmings. Sally has been such a sweat dear. I normally prepare the goose and stuffing, but this year she has insisted that she take over the chores. I gladly pass this tradition on to her, as I said, I'm not as spry as I used to be. But I can still dance a jig now and again.
Well, till next time. Your humble servant,
Silence DoGood
I did not expect to be writing so soon, with all the excitement of the Christmas Holidays and all. But since my daughter-in-law, Sally, has been such a sweet, sweet dear in being the "social director" and all, I found myself with some free time on my hands. In my earlier days, the house would be bustling with folks running here and there, getting the tree trimmed, wrapping presents, Christmas carols playing on the stereo and the little ones, yes the little ones, trying to steal a hot cookie that I just pulled out of the oven. Oh those little ones, how they have grown. I was thinking that it seems just like yesterday that my first born, Jonathan came into this world some 58 years ago. My, my, how time does fly and how the memories have a tendency to slip away.
I recall back to that first Christmas that Jonathan was with my dearly departed husband and I, we were just a new family. I was just turning 20 and a young bride of just 2 years. My dear husband and I were living in a small cottage with a wood burning stove and fireplace, 2 small bedrooms, a quaint kitchen and small little sitting room. We barely had enough room to turn around sometimes, but in our early days that was enough. We had each other and we had Jonathan. Yes, Jonathan, the pride of my husband, as we named our new son after my dear husband's father, a tradition that has been in the family ever since.
We had gotten a small Christmas tree from a rather large forest that bordered the property. It was such a beautiful tree. Just the right size, the right shape and of course the right color ... a wonderful Christmas tree it was. And it was the first Christmas tree of a new family, a Father, a Mother and a newly born son, as Jonathan was just 2 months old come that first Cristmas. We didn't have much back in those days, as my husband Timothy was working at the local mill. But we had each other, and that was the most important thing of all. Although, if I recall, there was talk of Communists in our country and Senator McCarthy, I believe that was his name, was starting something in Washington about comminist activities. (oh my, I hope I have this all correct, as my memory is starting to fail at times. As I said, I do believe I'm 78 years old.) But we had saved our money, I had cut back on the groceries during the past few months, trying to save wherever I could. Timothy had worked extra hours at the mill and had even worked several weekends those preceeding months, just so that we could have enough for our new son. If you recall, Jonathan was only 2 months old that first Christmas of ours, so I was still recovering from bringing him into this world. My Aunt Elsie, a dear woman, had helped me in those first days, with me being a new mother and all. But after a few weeks, I was on my own, just as it should. For I now had the responsibility of not only a husband but also new child to nurture and care for.
Anyway, getting back to our first Christmas as a true family, that not to say our first two Christmas's before that we were not a family. But now we were a true family, with all the excitement and wonder of what the future would bring us. My dear sweet Timothy, my bundle of joy Jonathan and me. That first Christmas was such a joyous time, one that I will always remember.
Well, my daughter-in-law just reminded me that its time to start the big chores of cooking. We are having some 20 folks over tonight to celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus. So its off to the kitchen, we are having a Christmas goose, plum pudding and all the trimmings. Sally has been such a sweat dear. I normally prepare the goose and stuffing, but this year she has insisted that she take over the chores. I gladly pass this tradition on to her, as I said, I'm not as spry as I used to be. But I can still dance a jig now and again.
Well, till next time. Your humble servant,
Silence DoGood