I guess I have not proven to be much of a blogger so far, but to each his own. I'm in Virginia for a couple of weeks, which is ok, but I'd rather be at home. I love Christmas time. It makes me travel back to when I was a kid, and to when our kids were small. I love the feeling of good cheer and goodwill that is widespread, but I don't like the "buy, buy, buy" that comes at us from every direction. When I was little, we got one big present from Santa Claus, and usually we kids got little presents for each other along with some small things from Mama and Daddy. We weren't gifted with lots of material things, but we had a pretty good family. I think many of us have too much today, and don't really appreciate what we have.
Here are some pictures from one Christmas (1964) out on Little River.
Up above are me and Mike, with Ed and Rosa in the other small picture. Ed really liked his stopper gun! I'm looking at my airplane, and Mike is showing off his pistols:)
This is Jane and her baby doll.
Weren't we cute? I think so, but then, I'm prejudiced. It was a lot simpler Christmas then.
Merry Christmas to all.