Here I am with my parents. I'm not counting this as one of my five memories, since I was too little when this picture was taken to actually remember that tinsel laden tree.
For some reason my parents had a fondness for tinsel. The memory that stands out from decorating the tree is that we had to place each individual piece of tinsel on. Tossing handfuls of the stuff was not allowed. It was a rather tedious job.
We would alternate Christmas between my grandparents who lived about 20 minutes away from our farm, and my grandma who lived three days away in San Diego, California. My grandma that lived nearby loved to sew clothes for us. Here I am with my cousins, and, as you can see, my grandma made Marcia and me matching dresses this particular Christmas. We would go to my grandparents' home on Christmas Eve, and I can remember listening to the radio on the way back to our farm. They would have reports of Santa being spotted on the radar.
I loved going to California for Christmas. I'm not sure my parents felt the same way. Imagine stuffing three kids and all their Christmas presents in a car and driving for three days. Then packing the car back up and driving three days home. But for me it was magical. There was the San Diego Zoo, Sea World, picking ripe tangerines from the trees in my grandma's yard, and so many other things that were a world away from my rural life in northern Idaho. It's hard to know which memory out of so many to pick, so I'll go with the funniest one. One year on the long drive down my mom got annoyed at my dad for tipping too much at a restaurant. For the rest of the trip every time my we ate a meal my mom would linger a bit until we had walked away from the table, then pocket the tip money. I have no idea how much she had by the time we reached San Diego.
My parents sent out photo Christmas cards every year. This was probably my favourite. My brothers and I had gone up in the woods with my dad to chop down a Christmas tree. I like it much better than the one they sent out on my first Christmas where I was naked in the kitchen sink.
This final one was from our first Christmas in our new house. Mostly I put this picture in so you could enjoy the blast from the past provided by those plaid pants my brothers are wearing. Just another reason to be glad the 1970s are ancient history!
I am joining in Five on Friday, taking five minutes from our day to enjoy five things. Please go and visit the other people who are also blogging about Five on Friday this week.
Patricia from A Place For Everything
Katharine from Art-e-facts
Selma from Eclectic Home and Life
Marion from My Two Girls