Thursday, December 20, 2007

HOLIDAY GREETING, 1960


This was my mother and dad's Christmas card in 1960.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a great picture. I remember those people well. :-)

Chris--on her lunch hour, praying she doesn't fall asleep and that she makes it through until tomorrow at 3:00!!!

Merry Christmas!

Hallie said...

Looks like it was YOUR Christmas card, as well! Did you help spay that tree white? How many cans did it take? Is that a 9 foot-er?

Did G-ma dye her hair? Hmmm...

Hallie said...

Chris,

Are you still teaching? Aren't the kids out on vacation, yet?

How funny that we did comments at almost exactly the same time!

Kathy said...

Great that you checked in on your lunch hours! Bummer -- working thru the 21st. It's always difficult when Christmas falls at the first of the week. Next year is a leap year; that will put Christmas Day on Thursday. Mother never dyed her hair. She didn't want the hassle of dealing with it as the roots grew out. It stayed dark a long time -- gradually graying.

Kathy said...

Comment #2: Yes, the tree was a 9-footer. And I don't think he used cans. I think he bought the stuff in bags, mixed it, and used a sprayer. He did that a couple of years -- then he didn't do it again. I don't remember the reasons. There are several I can think of on my own, not the least of which would be the mess.

Anonymous said...

Hi Hallie,

Yes, I'm still teaching. Your mom got it right when she said,"Bummer." :-) However, I made it through today and I'm sure I will get through tomorrow, too. (The good news is I didn't fall asleep!) The kids have been very good, so I can't really complain; however, I *am* looking forward to vacation.

Anonymous said...

As I remember, the tree spraying was done in the shop and/or garage, and there was a lot of mess. There was also quite a bit of mess in the house, which we spent a good deal of time cleaning up after the tree was down. CW

Kathy said...

Thanks for providing that comment, Chuck. It seems to me that flocking "compound" kinda stuck to the carpet -- like pieces of cottage cheese. I read recently that if you flock your tree, you can't dispose of it by environmentally friendly means. KW