BLOGMAS 2018 – DAY 7 – MEMORIES

WOW there are so many! One of my favorites was when I was 5 and I got my tea table – my uncle sure looked silly sitting at that table drinking tea with me 😀 Then when  I was 9 my aunt came to visit from Texas for Christmas and was sitting on the floor in a leather dress playing Barrel of Monkeys with the younger kids or maybe the year I got my first bike, whoops wait that was the birthday before Christmas.

My grandfather worked for General Electric as an X-ray technician of sorts (he oversaw the installation and calibration of X-ray equipment) and one year he brought home a GE Snow tree and ornaments (I still don’t know the correlation between between being an X-ray technician and Christmas trees). Anyway this tree had a HUGE cardboard base and once the tree was up and decorated you filled this base with thousands of tiny Styrofoam balls and when you turned the switch on the tree would make it’s own snow.  As a kid I thought it was pretty cool, but as an adult I look back and realize what a MESS it made!! Especially when the wind was blowing and static electricity was high – those damn balls stuck to EVERYTHING!

But wait, that is not my favorite memory.  It turns out that my favorite memory is of trying to stump my dad each year with his gift – it became a mission of sorts to be the first to stump him.  I swear the man was Carnac when it came to knowing what was inside a box. We tried EVERY year to stump him and I don’t remember ever being able to do it.  We tried adding bricks, taping a silver dollar with duct tape to the bottom so it would flip back and forth to make noise when you shook it, adding a pair of shoes… but he ALWAYS guessed!  I don’t know how he did it.



Rebecca Knox

Enjoyed reading about your Christmas memories, Tamy. Love the picture in my head of you and your uncle at the tea table and of the tree that made it’s own snow. LOL! What a messy, but wonderful thing! Sorry I’m running behind on everything. Have been busy with family Christmas this past week and weekend. Blessings, my friend! <3

Jean

That tree sounds like a lot of fun (and perhaps a bit messy as well). What a wonderful memory of trying to stump your dad with his presents. I can remember my late mother-in-law telling us how she quit labeling presents because my husband and his brother could always guess the contents. So she’d just wrap them, each assigned their own paper, and not tell them who they belonged to until Christmas. LOL!

QuiltLady

I LOVE that idea!! I’ve also seen the joke going around that you should wrap some extras (empty or full of wadded up newspaper) that you can throw in the fireplace if the kids are being bad 🙂