Saturday Night Genealogy Fun — Your Most Vivid Memories of Christmas Time

 Calling all Genea-Musings Followers: 

 It is Saturday Night time once more – 

Time for some extra Family tree Enjoyable!!


(Photograph courtesy of footnoteMaven)

Come on, all people, take part and settle for the mission and execute it with precision. Here is your probability to sit down on Genea-Santa’s lap (nearly) and inform him your Christmas genealogy-oriented want record:


1) What are your most vivid recollections of Christmas occasions previous?  Individuals, Church, Presents, Santa Claus, Purchasing, no matter.

2) Inform us about them in your individual weblog publish, in a touch upon this publish, or in a Fb Standing  publish.  Please go away a hyperlink on this publish when you write your individual publish.

Here is mine:

a)  My completely favourite reminiscence of Christmas rising up is the anticipation of Santa Claus to come back on Christmas morning.  After my grandparents constructed their Level Loma home, we spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at their home as a result of that they had a fire.  

Every year, from 1952 till about 1960, my brothers and I opened our items on Christmas morning, lots of them marked “from Santa Claus.”  There have been the Davy Crockett hats and BB weapons in 1954, the Versatile Flyers (sleds with wheels) in 1955, and the bicycles in 1956 that had been the highlights of those years.  We had such enjoyable on Christmas Day going outdoors and utilizing our items on the sidewalks and streets (both uphill or downhill!).

The Level Loma home had a two automotive storage that my grandparents had stuffed with generations of stuff – it was an exquisite place to cover, discover and search. We discovered the bicycles within the storage earlier than Christmas in 1956, however didn’t inform anyone else. Certain sufficient, on Christmas morning they appeared by the fireside and Christmas tree marked “from Santa Claus.” Aha! So, now we knew, however being reasonably good astronauts we didn’t inform the parents – why kill the golden goose?

b)  Together with the Santa recollections are the candy reminiscence of singing Christmas carols with my expensive grandmother in our beds on Christmas Eve.  it was an exquisite method to go to sleep, and is certainly one of my most cherished recollections of her (my eyes tear up each time I consider this! they only did once more).  She was the one grandmother I had rising up, and was an exquisite Christian lady. who beloved us a lot.  

c)  The one relative of my father that we had in San Diego was his aunt Emily, and her daughter Dorothy, her husband Chuck, and their daughter Marcia.  Dorothy is my father’s first cousin, and Marcia my second cousin.  They lived in a giant two story home in Kensington with a fire.  The journey to their home was dreaded and anticipated – Dorothy was very non-traditional – she was an artist, a harpist, made her personal tree ornaments, and cooked totally different dishes that we didn’t significantly like. This was additionally the one time we needed to costume up in a shirt and tie. Emily fawned over us, and Chuck was gruff and ornery (on reflection, a enjoyable “uncle”).

One of the best a part of the go to for us was enjoying within the yard – that they had a pleasant fish pond, some cats, and a giant awning swing. We had nice video games of cover and search there. In addition they subscribed to Nationwide Geographic, and I beloved trying by way of them for photos of bare ladies and to steal the maps. On reflection, I feel Chuck positioned the actually good points on high the place I might simply discover them.  Then there was the upstairs lavatory with photos of bare ladies on them.


d)  One other custom that we actually loved throughout the 1950’s was the field of Christmas presents that arrived from the Seaver households in Leominster, Massachusetts. They had been often toys, board video games for the boys and sweet for the household, which we beloved. These had been despatched with out fail by our Grandmother Bessie (Richmond) Seaver (Emily’s sister), my father’s brother Ed (and spouse Janet) Seaver and their sister Gerry Seaver.

e)  As I grew older, I noticed that the true spirit of Christmas meant that I must also give presents to my household. It was simple shopping for toys and sports activities gear for my brothers but it surely was a wrestle to seek out applicable items for my mom and father. Typically Stan and I might go collectively to purchase a present for each of them – I bear in mind one yr we purchased a brand new mailbox for them.

f)  Throughout the fall and winter, we had the ‘O’ gauge Lionel prepare tracks arrange by way of the lounge and into our bed room with many switches and crossovers. We (my dad, myself, my two brothers) would take turns making an attempt to crash our trains into the opposite man’s prepare at excessive velocity. The monitor structure was elaborate, however the ornament was nil. It was all about velocity and crashes, and was aggressive. For a number of years, our Christmas presents included new prepare monitor and boxcars and engines.

g)  After I moved out alone in 1968, and married Linda in 1970, I now had another person to do the arduous work of buying the household, and she or he did it extraordinarily nicely. We often went to the thirtieth Avenue home for Christmas Eve dinner and items with Mother and Dad, brother Stan and Sheryl, brother Scott, Gram and Gramps. I often shopped just for Linda – primarily good garments, wonderful jewellery and kitchen issues. I all the time loved this procuring – the giving half was extra enjoyable for me. In fact, as soon as she began her angel assortment, the problem was discovering new and higher angels for her.


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