Each approaching Christmas floods me with happy childhood
memories. The smells of Christmas
Pudding and mince pie, the sight of the candlelit tree in our seldom-used
sitting room and sounds of carolers all cheer me. Those memories sustained me through more difficult times
including The Great War, the Influenza epidemic, and World War II.
I recall those early childhood Holidays with a joy that reflects your own. Our holidays became so Americanized once we left for the United States. A heady pumpkin spice replaced the Christmas pudding.
ReplyDeleteChristmas wasn't quite so exciting after you and your parents emigrated from England to America. We had so much fun together as young girls. Nearly every weekend our two families were together and we played for hours. We sometimes pretended we were grownups. Little did we know what the future was to bring.
DeletePretending to be grown-ups reminds me of the Christmas Eve when you greeted us at the door in your mother's best shoes...the ones with the fancy bows on the toe. Do you remember the look on her face and the patience she displayed after reminding you of how special the shoes were and that they were NOT for "dress-up?" Would that I had the same patience with my children!
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ReplyDeleteOkay! I guess we are about to begin a new adventure! I am so looking forward to writing to you once again. It's been almost seventy years, dear. We have so many memories and even more to say this time!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe that our WW letters are to be published in a book named: Letters From Brackham Wood!
ReplyDeleteI find it interesting that someone would like to read those letters. Of course there was so much that we couldn't say in those years. Perhaps we could say it now?
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