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Christmas Years Ago When We Were Young
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Many years ago when I was small, my Mum would go to the corner shop and ask for two rings off the butter barrel, she'd put one inside another then wrap green and red crimped crepe paper around it , then hang baubles from it, this would be in the middle of our ceiling ,When paper decorations went from corner to centre , was basic but we loved it, a small artificial tree, no lights then, nothing so elaborate as we have today
Many years ago when I was small, my Mum would go to the corner shop and ask for two rings off the butter barrel, she'd put one inside another then wrap green and red crimped crepe paper around it , then hang baubles from it, this would be in the middle of our ceiling ,When paper decorations went from corner to centre , was basic but we loved it, a small artificial tree, no lights then, nothing so elaborate as we have today
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We had a real tree. (My mother wouldn't permit anything else. She'd been 'in service' for a Harley Street doctor and everything in our house always had to be done "like it was in the big house"). My father was very careful though to only buy a rooted tree, rather than one which had been cut down. Then, after Christmas, he'd plant it out in the front garden, so that it could be dug up again and re-used the following year. The gardening books always said that it couldn't be done, as fir trees don't like being transplanted just once, yet alone from a field, then to a bucket in a living room and finally out into a garden, with the cycle being repeated year after year but my father always got each tree to last several years. Indeed, I think the tree which was happily growing in the front garden when they moved out of the house (when I was in my early twenties) was the same one that my dad had bought from the local greengrocer's shop when I was about 9 or 10!
Like the vast majority of children, I received some of my Christmas presents in a stocking. However it was always one of my mother's old nylon stockings. I thought that all Christmas stockings were of that form and was mystified when I starting seeing Christmas movies on TV where children were receiving presents in woollen stockings. "They're not stockings", I would protest, "They're socks!"
Like the vast majority of children, I received some of my Christmas presents in a stocking. However it was always one of my mother's old nylon stockings. I thought that all Christmas stockings were of that form and was mystified when I starting seeing Christmas movies on TV where children were receiving presents in woollen stockings. "They're not stockings", I would protest, "They're socks!"
We always had a real tree bought from a local market. My Dad used to go and get it and walk home with it on his shoulder, about an hours walk through the streets of London. It was a matter of great joy when we were considered old enough to go with him, we had to be able to walk both ways and behave ourselves in the busy traffic without being hung on to. I don't think there were artificial trees then maybe apart from in big shops and as window dressing decorations, not for sale. Certainly we couldn't have afforded one. I can remember my Mum's pleasure the year we got an artificial tree and she didn't have to chase needles any more. I have still got some of my parent's decorations, some are in lovely condition but sadly the baubles just seem to break for no reason and each year they get less.
>>> I don't think there were artificial trees then
You must be even older than we thought then, Woofgang! Woolworths were selling them in 1920 ;-)
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You must be even older than we thought then, Woofgang! Woolworths were selling them in 1920 ;-)
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Always a real tree in the front bay window, no lights but lots of old fine glass baubles and chocolate decorations.( Out of reach of our dog) Decorations went up Christmas Eve night and you knew you were growing up when you were allowed to stay up and help. I was about 10, it was a silly boozy evening that involved grandad falling off ladders and
mum trying to repair the same old fairy . I was allowed a glass of babycham. Presents in pillowcases left on the landing outside the bedroom. mum was always sad at Christmas though ,having to write from mum on the labels was so hard. my Dad died when I was 2½ and my sister was just 6 weeks old.
mum trying to repair the same old fairy . I was allowed a glass of babycham. Presents in pillowcases left on the landing outside the bedroom. mum was always sad at Christmas though ,having to write from mum on the labels was so hard. my Dad died when I was 2½ and my sister was just 6 weeks old.
