The older I get the more sentimental I get about the past. With my horrible memory, I really really cherish these old photos I ran across recently from Christmas 1982. I was about 2.5 years old & Christmas Eve was spent at my grandma’s house for the first 25 years of my life. It’s so many of the details of my childhood that bring back fond memories- from the couchs to the drapes to the coffee table to the toys and stockings on the mantle.
At my grandparent’s house there, was this fabulous bar- it’s where I usually sat to eat, where all the appetizers and desserts were served from, where I created dozens of childhood forts over the years, and where many memories were made.
I found another set of photos & I think these are from around 1988, so I this would be the first year I was rocking my glasses! I am thankful that we have so many hundreds of pictures capturing our every holiday now, but I really do prize the few old ones that I can find from Christmas’ past. All those yearly traditions of Christmas Eve at Grandma’s house, surrounded by family, stuffed with an amazing dinner, opening up presents with my cousins, attending a candlelit church service will always be what Christmas Eve means to me.
GOOD NEWS OF THE DAY: Blue skies, sandy beaches, warm sun & an island to explore today!
I too have a terrible memory and rely on photos to job what little I have. It’s a wonderful gift to have the photography skills you have.