tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post7796430320399447839..comments2024-01-12T11:26:35.176-05:00Comments on Working Stiffs: Christmas MemoriesWorking Stiffshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270595837074553752noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-91148389962269321092008-12-24T12:14:00.000-05:002008-12-24T12:14:00.000-05:00Doris, my brother had a model railroad, too. It wa...Doris, my brother had a model railroad, too. It wasn't that big, though. Just a loop around the tree. And being the pesky little sister, I wasn't "allowed" to touch it. But you know how it is...what he didn't know didn't hurt me.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-62185406510088487372008-12-24T12:12:00.000-05:002008-12-24T12:12:00.000-05:00Lee, you've struck on something that has been cast...Lee, you've struck on something that has been casting a shadow on my holiday spirit this year. I've been thinking a lot about my dad and my cousin. This is my second Christmas without them, but for some reason, it's hitting me harder this year than last. <BR/><BR/>Enjoy your loved ones, everybody.<BR/><BR/>And Happy Holidays back at ya, Lee. Hope you're feeling all better now.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-56232064922621562762008-12-24T12:08:00.000-05:002008-12-24T12:08:00.000-05:00Oh, Kathleen! Yes! I received one of those horses ...Oh, Kathleen! Yes! I received one of those horses one year, too! I'd forgotten about it until just now. Thanks for the reminder. <BR/><BR/>And Merry Jingle Bells!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-21239254901553755302008-12-24T11:54:00.000-05:002008-12-24T11:54:00.000-05:00Annette,what a cute photo! My favorite memory of C...Annette,<BR/>what a cute photo! My favorite memory of Christmas involves our neighbor. He emptied his living room to put up a model railroad for his two boys. My brother and I went over to play, but I was outnumbered against four much older boys. Anyway, I had a great time watching.<BR/>DorisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-26852507871668601982008-12-24T11:34:00.000-05:002008-12-24T11:34:00.000-05:00My dad built me a pink bike complete with a white ...My dad built me a pink bike complete with a white banana seat. Later in life my husband gave me a mountain bike. Getting a bike for Christmas, no matter your age, is always exciting!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-39134427778013067842008-12-24T11:19:00.000-05:002008-12-24T11:19:00.000-05:00Every Christmas I shared with my parents and grand...Every Christmas I shared with my parents and grandparents before they passed away is a wonderful memory.<BR/><BR/>Happy holidays, everyone. Thanks for all the well wishes during my illness, too!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-63555411486849567072008-12-24T11:15:00.000-05:002008-12-24T11:15:00.000-05:00Lovely. The post, photos and memories are all love...Lovely. The post, photos and memories are all lovely. I was about 4 when Santa brought a toy riding pony on springs. I was so excited I could not stop trembling! <BR/><BR/>Enjoy a glorious holiday making new memories.Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01740696035980768212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-70105817398386446292008-12-24T09:47:00.000-05:002008-12-24T09:47:00.000-05:00Awwwww.I had a baby doll just like the one in the ...Awwwww.<BR/><BR/>I had a baby doll just like the one in the photo. Her name is Snooks and she's in my basement. I loved Snooks because she never cried, or needed to be changed, or messed up my other toys.<BR/><BR/>As the oldest of five, those were very important qualities!<BR/><BR/>xo and ho ho ho to all!<BR/>Kathy SweeneyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-9498051063993179862008-12-24T09:35:00.000-05:002008-12-24T09:35:00.000-05:00Joyce, I think the Magnus chord organ actually rui...Joyce, I think the Magnus chord organ actually ruined any chances I had to REALLY learn to play. Every time I saw sheet music, I mentally converted it into numbers!<BR/><BR/>Karen, another sweet Christmas baby story. Much better than that stupid doll they're selling this year!<BR/><BR/>Sara, at first I thought ALL Christmas trees were aluminum. Later, I thought it was the dorkiest thing in the universe. Now, I wish we still had it. It's probably worth something. Look out Antiques Roadshow!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-36281645112598180182008-12-24T09:28:00.000-05:002008-12-24T09:28:00.000-05:00Gina's story is definitely sweeter than anything I...Gina's story is definitely sweeter than anything I can think of.<BR/><BR/>I *love* those sharp silver Christmas trees! Too cool!Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12346270516836690158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-17325331076832204012008-12-24T09:09:00.000-05:002008-12-24T09:09:00.000-05:00Oh, Gina, how sweet! I got the same gift the year ...Oh, Gina, how sweet! I got the same gift the year I was 10; my little brother was born on the 18th, and he arrived home on Christmas Day. He was "my" baby, since my mother had to work just a few weeks after he was born (I'm the oldest of four, he was the last). She would come home from work, change the baby, and plunk him in my arms once I'd become ensconced in the rocking chair. I fed him while she cooked dinner for us. To my mind there was nothing better than snuggling with a sweet little baby for that hour every day. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for jogging that memory, especially since I've not been as happy with said brother for the last couple of months, and I need to put that behind us. He is now as old as Barack Obama, 47, as of last week. Time flies. <BR/><BR/>Karen in OhioAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-36480545547663406412008-12-24T07:53:00.000-05:002008-12-24T07:53:00.000-05:00No way can I top that one!I had a Magnus chord org...No way can I top that one!<BR/><BR/>I had a Magnus chord organ too! I loved that thing, but it didn't help my musical skills either. I can't even play Chopsticks on our piano.Joyce Tremelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00498392016497131719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-76416077237297629532008-12-24T07:20:00.000-05:002008-12-24T07:20:00.000-05:00Gina, how sweet. I dare anyone to top THAT one.Gina, how sweet. I dare anyone to top THAT one.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-21259447280001418762008-12-24T07:02:00.000-05:002008-12-24T07:02:00.000-05:00My most memorable Christmas gift was a little brot...My most memorable Christmas gift was a little brother, who was born when I was almost four years old. I had asked for him; I asked my parents and I've been told that I even asked the stork at the zoo. Even at that young age, I remember having seen a neighbor girl sitting on her back porch step with her brother and, being a lonely only child, longed for that kind of companionship. Little did I know how far that idyllic scene was from the reality of little brothers! Johnny was born December 20 and showed up at our house a few days before Christmas with a red string wrapped around his wrist. He was my best Christmas present ever.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com