Earlier this year, I had the idea to play along with JaneAnn Mclachlan’s October Memoir Challenge, hoping it would help me overcome
an emotional block I’ve been struggling with for several months.
This marks the year I have finally started feeling like
my dad’s death is real. Could that be the cause? Whenever I think that could be
it, I am brought right back to him and the denial again. He can’t be gone
because he’s right here in everything around me. Yesterday it was classical
music. Today it’s chestnuts.
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| Chestnut Brains |
They look a little like brains, don’t they?
They are full of flavor and memory; full of being barefoot
in a flannel nightie next to the fireplace, waiting for them to roast. Full of excitement of knowing my whole family would be together. Full of placing
cookies and milk in the garage for Santa Claus. (I’m not sure why we put them
there though I suppose it was near
the fireplace.)
What are your favorite holiday memories?
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My favorite memory was "assembling" the Christmas tree. My brother and I had allergies so by the time we were old enough to participate much, we had artificial trees. Dad was always in charge of the construction but we got to help. Christmas carols on the stereo. Sorting out the branches by the color painted on the hook that went into the trunk. A mess of greenery on the floor that gradually worked its way into being our Christmas tree.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful image! I can see all those branches strewn around the floor. I wonder if it has given you a talent for puzzles? Or maybe you already had that knack and so putting the tree together came naturally.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your memories with me! :-)
Special memories are treasures. This memory is a gem.
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