December 15, 2020

UPDATE: I told you I didn't have a good memory of my childhood. Please read Kris's correction to my memory. His is the second comment.

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You may have noticed that I have been posting a lot of memories lately which is kind of funny because I usually can't remember much of anything about my childhood. I have discovered that the more I post about my memories the more I have. It has been fun.

I want to share a few more about my childhood. Since it is Christmas I'll share a few Christmas memories I have. I remember for years my Dad would always hang his Christmas bonus in the tree. He usually got a $500 dollar bill. It was more money they us kids ever knew existed. I remember always opening up new PJs on Christmas Eve. I remember how loving and kind my parents were and how they always provided the most amazing Christmas for my brothers and I. It seemed when we went to bed on Christmas Eve there were a few presents under the tree as we opened our new PJs. Then in the morning we could hardly even walk in the living room because of all the presents around the tree.

I remember one Christmas when my youngest brother, Kris, was about 5 years old. He still believed in Santa Clause and my parents wanted to help him hold onto that belief a little longer. My older brothers were ridiculing him for believing and my parents were getting mad at them. It was about 2 or 3 days before Christmas and we were on our way home from roller skating. Just as we were turning onto our street Kris was beginning to believe his brothers because he wanted to be a big boy. All of a sudden we saw a fully dressed Santa Clause walking down the street. Of course my mom jumped right on that to convince my little brother Santa Clause was real. It did the trick. But that isn't the end of the story. When we got to our house there was a Christmas present at the front door for my little brother from Santa. Needless to say he believed for several more years!

My parents always tried to provide a happy home for us. We didn't have a lot, but we all thought we did. They both worked hard to provide not only the necessities for us but all the niceties too. I was truly born of goodly parents!

#lighttheworld2020 #givethanks

Kris's Comment to correct the story...

When we saw Santa it was on the way home from midnight mass not from skating. Kevin even started to believe again. Our house was the corner house in a cul-de-sac and to get into the driveway you had to make a right-handed U-Turn. As dad started into the turn Kevin was telling me to open the door so we could get out and see if Santa brought us something. I was sitting in the back seat of the driver's side and when dad started the turn I went flying out the door, no seat belt but I was holding tightly onto the door handle. Dad stopped, of course, and I was safely able to get back into the car. The worst that had happened was that I scuffed the top of my brand new dress shoes for church. Leslee didn't go flying out of the car and doesn't remember that part but I certainly do. I also think I was more like 8 or 9 which would have made Leslee about 14 or 15, and I am sure she was only thinking about boys at that age, not her stupid little brother. And by the way, I am 63 and I still believe.

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