Sentimental Saturday #1

Well, another holiday season has come and gone. My fake Christmas tree returned to the basement early this afternoon. I almost didn’t put it up this year. We didn’t do Christmas.

My oldest son lost his job the day after Thanksgiving so black Friday had a different meaning for us this year. He ended up with no health insurance for a few months, and he’s a Type 1 (insulin-dependent) Diabetic. That made things a little scary around our house. I had to hang onto any extra cash I had (in case he needed financial help) so there were no gifts from Santa under our tree this year.

I try not to be materialistic, but having nothing to open Christmas morning really sucked. Much more than I thought it would. It was a depressing holiday.

I enjoyed the tree once we put it up (Hubby insisted we do so). It always looks pretty, and it’s covered with ornaments I made with my mother or that my boys made when they were small. It’s always a walk down memory lane, but yes, I was also glad to see it go this year. Ha! I just realized when I looked for a picture of this year’s tree that I don’t have one of it fully decorated. I took a picture when it was just covered with lights, and I was certain I was going to just leave it that way. It sat this way for several days before we put ornaments on. So here’s a picture of it unadorned with nothing but lights.

Things are starting to look up around here. My oldest son should be starting a new job soon. He’s just waiting to hear on whether or not he’s passed the physical exam. He’s also had several other interviews. He’s receiving unemployment, and he’s signed up for the Affordable Care health coverage. That was a huge relief off of Mom’s shoulders, let me tell you.

So we’ll let this holiday season slip by. They don’t have to all be stellar.

Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Memories

Here is my response to Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Memories – http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/eses-weekly-shoot-quote-challenge-memories/.

First is a photo of my Mother’s lighted hanging angel display (they are all different colors) and then several photos of her handmade ornaments.  The ornaments made it from her Christmas tree to mine some 30-40 years later.  The birds are not handmade, but they are all from her tree, too.  My memories of Christmas are deeply entwined with memories of my Mother.  She made every Christmas magical to a shy, young girl.

 

“Christmas is the keeping-place for memories of our innocence.”
~ Joan Mills

hanging lighted angel display
hanging lighted angel display
crocheted stick horse ornament
crocheted stick horse ornament
handmade white velvet mouse bride ornament
handmade white velvet mouse bride ornament
handmade felt horse ornament
handmade felt horse ornament
handmade felt Snoopy and Woodstock ornaments
handmade felt Snoopy and Woodstock ornaments
handmade crocheted ornament
handmade crocheted ornament
handmade red mouse girl ornament
handmade red mouse girl ornament
handmade cottonball and felt snowman ornament
handmade cottonball and felt snowman ornament
handmade crocheted angel ornament
handmade crocheted angel ornament
white dove
white dove
pink peacock
pink peacock
red cardinal
red cardinal