" Future years will never know the seething hell and the black infernal background of countless minor scenes and interiors, (not the official surface courteousness of the Generals, not the few great battles) of the Secession war; and it is best they should notï¿½the real war will never get in the books." ~ Walt Whitman
quote:Originally posted by magnolia i looked at the bucket picture...but i had to increase my zoom to 150 to see what y'all were concerned about.
we usually get the charlies brown tree a couple of days before christmas. i'm kind of a grinch...but lil blossom still wants a tree and to believe in the fat man.
Charlie Brown Christmas trees remind me of the farm I grew up on when I was young.We'd spend hours in the field looking for the perfect spruce.Of course that never happened as we all had a different idea of what the tree should look like.We always ended up with a full in the front bald in the back tree. It wasn't 'pretty' per se but we tried. At least the house smelled nice.
We usually didn't bother with a tree, growing up. One year, however, my g'mother was coming to stay 2 weeks at christmas, so my parents decided we had to get a tree to avoid the bitching. The house we lived in had 12 foot ceilings, and Dad cut a beautiful white fir in the woodlot and dragged it to the house. Getting it into the living room was a hell of a chore, and once in it filled half the room. So, Dad got the pruning shears and trimmed limbs until it fit into a square corner. We only decorated the visible face of it.
The holidays always provoke great memories don't they?
My Dad once couldn't get our tree to stand straight so he took some twine,roped it around the tree then fastened it to the floor. Looking back,it was hilarious but back then it was so embarrassing! We even decorated the twine with tinsel so it would look less obvious which of course didn't work.
I don't have much in the way of tree disasters. we had a room in the house with a tall ceiling, so height was never an issue. We usually would replant our trees in the backyard after the holiday. I think a tree may have died one year, so we couldn't replant it. That may be the worst of it.
My mom was really good about making sure any "disasters" never were apparent to me and my brother, because I can't think of any. She is pretty OCD about things herself, but she never had the obsession with symmetry and placement that I have.
I do remember my mom being PISSED one year when we had our annual get-together at my grandmother's house(where everyone was responsible for bringing a dish), and my uncle's wife brought mashed potatoes she made from a box, instead of from scratch.
Granted, they were dry, tasteless, and mealy... but it was pretty hilarious to see how angry the adult women were over it.
I don't think anyone actually said anything to my aunt, but they sure talked about it every time she left the room.
Really, the poor lady couldn't win. Most years, she did the pumpkin pie, and always burnt them.
She definitely wasn't a cook, and I always felt a little sorry for how they tore her apart behind her back every year.
Haha! I have an Aunt like that too. And you're right,it's amazing how uppity and angry my other Aunts and Mother would become. She'd bring something a little out of the ordinary,like Mac and cheese made from a box. lol she said it was 'kid' friendly. I won't even mention how they'd gossip about who was revealing too much skin or who was flaunting their designer bags or clothes.
I'm sure I'll have a great story by the end of the evening as my sister is brining the turkey. It didn't go over very well with a few of the old school members of our family.It's also possible things could go horribly wrong when members of my family find out my oldest sister just spent 10,000 on her sick 8 year old dog after asking another family member for money to buy a hot water heater.It's sad to say but I'm glad I'm not on anyone's shit list this year.
groups of women are always good for a laugh. Anyone who didn't show up for our family get-togethers knew that they would be the one that got talked about that year.
It's probably like that in your family, too, right? lol
I have a feeling this knowledge is directly responsible for my preference for male friends.
I remember staring up at mom's birdhouse-themed xmas lights and sort of tripping on the glow and psychedelia of it all, not really being 100% clear on why mom was so upset about the shooting of a "John Lennon" who was, it seems, key to her generation's youth-movement in some way. "Was he like Robert Kennedy, mom?" "[sniff, sob] sort of, honey; boo hoo"
that's funny, i have a good number of male friends too. i've never been good with the female social hierarchy thing, nor patient with the notion that women should bat their eyes and look pretty while acting dumb.
one year during the fuel embargoes, my folks closed off the formal living room and dining room during a colder-than-usual snap in mid december. the tree was already set up in the lving room. i walked in there on christmas eve when my mom ewent in to light the floor furnaces and set a fire to get it warmed up for the next morning. there was ice in the water resevoir of the tree stand....in soouth louisiana. no shit.