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Originally Posted by Deskisamess
Speaking of candles on Christmas trees...I remember my dad talking about his childhood memories of Christmas. He rarely talked about his childhood, so this is a rare memory.
He remembered having a real tree with just a few candles, that they would light for just a few minutes each night. His father would stand by the tree with a bucket of water. It left an impression on him, he talked about being afraid of the fire. This would have been 1936 or so, he was born in 1929.
I don't recall him mentioning anything else about his childhood. He was the youngest of 6 I think, the oldest was 20 years older than him.
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Oh oh yes.The buckets. Two buckets of water and two of sand. Trust me, when things went to hell, my mother would be shrieking "the water, throw the water, not the sand!" (the oak floors were original with the first house. Water could be mopped up but she was
convinced the sand would wreak havoc on those floors. To be fair,
I would not have wanted to try to replace a chunk of those floors either....I remember when we redid the bricks in the wall, and trying to match those? Jesus wept...)
MWAHAHAHA. Dang, you've just invoked some old memories that had sunk to the bottom of the morass. MWAHAHAHAHA.....
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