|Caron's First Christmas|
Carol and Aaron with Taffy (the dog) and Caron
Our family has always had strong Christmas traditions. Family is always the focal point. Every Christmas morning from the year I was born and lasting 40 years, my parents hosted a casual Christmas breakfast for family and friends. People would drop by on their way to and from other places. We served a continental breakfast: breakfast breads, grapefruit, juices, coffee, egg casseroles in later years, and lots of Christmas cookies.
My mother had a guideline for Christmas gifts for her children she used over the years and I adopted: something to read, something to play with and something to wear.
I do not know if my sisters will remember but in 1965 we were living in Wheaton Illinois at the end of a dead end road in an unincorporated area – a rural feeling atmosphere. Dad was working hard to make his new business a success, traveling a lot, and Mom told us (or maybe just me) that there was not a lot of money for Christmas this year and not to expect too much.
I did not think too much about it until Christmas morning. Donna and I had a few gifts under the tree. We each got a book and a new sweater/skirt outfit. I do not remember what Amy received, but she was still very young and probably had an outfit and a book as well. After we opened the gifts under the tree and from our Christmas stockings, Dad told us to go get the stuff for breakfast from the garage refrigerator. He insisted that both of us go do this chore together. Imagine our surprise when we opened the door to the attached garage and saw shiny new bicycles with our names on them sitting there! We were very excited as the bikes would give us more freedom to get around and to get to school. While it may not have been my best Christmas ever, it certainly is one of my most memorable!
|New Bikes! Amy, Donna and Caron|