My earliest Christmas memories begin around 6, 7, maybe 8
years old. With 6 other siblings, it was the most exciting time of the year for
us. All of the kid’s bedrooms were down a long hall. We were not allowed to
come down that hallway until we were summonsed. My brother Rod and I the two
youngest, could hardly contain our excitement often getting admonished by our
older brother and sisters as we crept down the hallway to take a peek into the living room to see what mom and dad were up to.
When everything was ready, my dad would ring a bell. It was
a little handheld bell that only came out on that one day a year. We would then
all come down the hall into the living room in an orderly fashion to the sounds of Bing Crosby, Andy Williams, and the like playing on my dad's reel to reel. When I say orderly, I am not
kidding, no running, no rushing, we had to walk calmly into the living room like
the Von Trapp family. Once we got to the living room, we were blinded by the light
bar on my dad’s movie camera. This lightbar bar had 4 or 5 huge bulbs on it that
threw enough light and heat to melt plastic!
We would then march up to our Christmas stockings take them
off the wall above the fireplace and sit down to see what Santa brought in our
stockings. Every year they were filled with mixed nuts in the shell and on the
bottom, a tangerine! Next came the presents! My dad would sit at the base of
the tree, grab a present, announce who it was for and watched as that person
opened it. Once it was opened, he handed out the next present for someone else,
we watched them open…. This process was repeated until all the presents were
gone. I specifically recall one present, a remote-control helicopter. Well not
remote control as they had not been invented yet. It had 4 D batteries in the
handle with a button on it and a plastic cable that led to the helicopter. When
you pushed the button on the handle it sent power to the helicopter, and it
lifted into the air tethered to the power cable. I was walking around the
living room flying the coolest toy ever amongst my 8 other family members, as I
approached my sister Judy, something went amiss, and it turned sideways allowing
the propellers to get entangled in her waist long hair! Screams were
everywhere! From Judy, who was running around with a helicopter hanging from
her hair and from me running around as my dad was whooping my butt! Good times…. I don't have any pictures from back then and even the home movies my dad made have gone M.I.A.
For Barb's part, her memories involved heavily tinseled trees and spending the day with her mom, dad and brother. Ironically the pictures below were taken in Klamath Falls only a few miles from where Forrest lives now. What are the odds of an Oregon girl ending up in Wisconsin and having a son that ends up in her hometown some 2,000 miles away?
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Barb at 2 years old |
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Barb and her brother |
Christmas’ during my teenage years were a blur but my first
Christmas with Barb, I will never forget. I was 22. You should have seen the
look on the face of my family when I showed up to Christmas with an older
woman and her 4-year-old child I met less than 2 months before! “Look what I
found dad; can I keep her?!!?” They accepted both Barb and Jessica into our
family and the rest is history.
The very next Christmas Barb showed up like this… Now how
did that happen?!?! Since then, Christmas’ were our favorite time of year. Just
thinking back on the joy and wonder of Christmas brought to our kids makes our hearts glow with love.
Looking back, we were not very good at taking pictures
during Christmas, but at least we have these to look back on and reminisce.
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1990? |
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1991 |
Here is a short video of our 1992 Christmas. It leaves a lump in my heart and tears in my eyes every time I watch it. I wish I could go back and relive those years with Barb and the kids.
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Dakota's first Christmas '17 (with us) |
And of course, this year, Zoey's first Christmas
To all our friends and family, we wish you a Merry Christmas and a joyous 2022!