Dear Unreliable Narrator: This one really got me, so beautiful and funny, sad too, how time alters memories, perceptions, intentions, holidays. I believe your version of the big tree, who bought it, and am glad to read you keep up the tradition from your lovely mind.
Thank you as always! You know I didn't think of it as sad at all, just the passing of time and a chance to needle my bropther and sister. The back and forth with them the last couple of days has been a lot of fun--especially since they continue to tell me how much my version of the family is different from there! Unreliable, indeed.
My dad loved everything about Christmas... getting the tree, always a big one, and how after it was decorated he would lie on the couch in the living room and look at it with music playing on the hi-fi. The year he died we had Christmas at my uncle’s 100 miles away. I made mention to my mom there was no tree. We came back from midnight mass and he had piled the presents up as best he could in the shape of a tree. It just wasn’t the same.
I love ther image of your dad--he and my dad would have gotten along just swell. But at least your uncle tried! I'm sure you have the best tree on the Pacific coast!
I love your tree, Pat! I’m you in my family and they all call me Mrs. Christmas. They don’t keep up with the traditions or memories, but get disappointed if I don’t. 😁
I hear you on the second comment but there's got to be a tree recycle program around! You're always welcome to come over to my house--I'll pour you a glass of something and we'll sit in the dark, watching the pretty lights and the ornaments twinkle, and listen to dad's Frank Sinatra sing carols!
Dear Unreliable Narrator: This one really got me, so beautiful and funny, sad too, how time alters memories, perceptions, intentions, holidays. I believe your version of the big tree, who bought it, and am glad to read you keep up the tradition from your lovely mind.
Thank you as always! You know I didn't think of it as sad at all, just the passing of time and a chance to needle my bropther and sister. The back and forth with them the last couple of days has been a lot of fun--especially since they continue to tell me how much my version of the family is different from there! Unreliable, indeed.
My dad loved everything about Christmas... getting the tree, always a big one, and how after it was decorated he would lie on the couch in the living room and look at it with music playing on the hi-fi. The year he died we had Christmas at my uncle’s 100 miles away. I made mention to my mom there was no tree. We came back from midnight mass and he had piled the presents up as best he could in the shape of a tree. It just wasn’t the same.
I love ther image of your dad--he and my dad would have gotten along just swell. But at least your uncle tried! I'm sure you have the best tree on the Pacific coast!
I love your tree, Pat! I’m you in my family and they all call me Mrs. Christmas. They don’t keep up with the traditions or memories, but get disappointed if I don’t. 😁
Glad I'm not alone! I'm not quiet sure how I'll do it in my 80s/90s but I'm putting up huge trees until the end!
Go green, Sister! Those tiny trees smile all year round.
I hear you on the second comment but there's got to be a tree recycle program around! You're always welcome to come over to my house--I'll pour you a glass of something and we'll sit in the dark, watching the pretty lights and the ornaments twinkle, and listen to dad's Frank Sinatra sing carols!