>With the holidays behind us, I think back on what they meant to me growing up. Because of my extended, dysfunctional family, there were more Christmas celebrations you could count on one hand.
There was Memaw Bertha’s house which reeked of turnip greens on the stove and there were always a ton of presents under her tree. It didn’t matter that most of them came from Woolworth and they weren’t on ‘your list’ ~ Memaw Bertha always had something for everyone that came in her door. The food there was not the best so we always went right for Papaw Wallaces red velvet cake, which he made with his pipe sticking out of the left side of his face. This was the house where we could get by with just about anything and if a grown up fussed at us, well Memaw would say ‘leave those babies alone’. We always went here on lunch on Christmas Eve because it was her birthday and because it fit into the many places we needed to go.
Christmas Eve night was spent with my Meme’s family. We either went to Meme’s or out to Aunt Lindas and here the food was the best. Deviled eggs, ham, fresh fruit, cheese log, german chocolate cake and as I mentioned about Thanksgiving, Meme’s chocolate pie. Usually she made three of them and there was barely any left. Here, us kids drew names and we usually stayed up late playing games and just being stupid in general.
Christmas Day always began at home with whatever ‘Santa’ left under the tree. See, there were the unwrapped ‘santa’ gifts and then there were the wrapped gifts. Way too much stuff under the tree and so spoiled and we did not even realize it.
That afternoon I would go to with my Dad to Granny Millie’s. She had been up cooking since 5am and the ham was to die for although the canned biscuits were always burned. Granny Millie got stuff off our list and tried to make sure we had whatever we wanted.
These days all of us kids have grown up and with Memaw Bertha and Meme gone on to be with the Lord, the family has splintered into so many parts that it is hard for us all to get together. I know this, Christmas for us, is being together as a family. Whatever that means.
This year; it meant having Christmas on December 23rd with my exhusband Bill, my Mom, the Kids and us at my moms. The kids were so excited to spend Christmas with both of their parents and we were happy to do it for them.
Christmas Eve was a drive by to Granny Millies for the kids to get their gifts on our way to Illinois to Brad’s family’s where we spend Christmas Day and came back home on the 26th.
On the 30th; we had our ‘Meme’s Christmas’ pretty much food and hanging out at my moms.
I love the holidays but I am always glad when they are over. I am working on a year in review post and some goals for this year. .talk to you soon.