The Christmas Memories, Part 8

Two years ago, I began a series on Christmas memories (See these if you missed them: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.1, 6 and 7.)

There are more, many more.

The year is 1993. The Oldest is in first grade and Wee Highlander is a big boy of 21 months.

A little background is in order here. All my grandparents were gone by my senior year of high school. When I married, I was lucky enough to get a new grandmother in the deal, since my new hubby’s maternal grandmother was still living. And she was a dear. Frail little thing but sharp as a tack, she lived with hubby’s mother and ruled the roost.

During the Christmas holidays, we got a call that she wanted to make the trip to our house because she’d made a special present for the kids. She lived with a life-long health issue, so traveling (even across town) was possible but arduous. They arrived one cold afternoon, and with great pomp and circumstance, she presented the Snowman Cake. I’m sure the Food Network snobs would turn up their noses at it because it wasn’t made with the latest spices from Africa or butter from free-range cows, but it was sweet and tasty and obviously a good deal of work for someone in their eighties. The snow was coconut, the pathways outlined with M&Ms and the snowmen’s faces and buttons were painted on food coloring. You see, she lived through the real Depression (not the pretend one the loony MSM wants us to believe we’re in now) and understood the meaning of handmade gifts filled with heartfelt love. It was fancy in the magical way a child would see.

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Sweetness and light. We only had the pleasure of her company for a few years after this picture. She loved Christmas. I miss her most this time of year. I can still see the twinkle in her eye…

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