INA'S CHRISTMAS MEMORIES, DAY 19

 Just think of it! It’s 1937 already! Can you believe it? Well, here we are peering anxiously into the future, and hoping that “something will turn up, Mr. Macawber.” – Ethel Dobson Robinson

 

Now Ethel lends her voice to the description of Christmas 1936 at home on the farm:

And speaking of that day, we had another of those awful “skimpy” affairs, which leaves us all wondering where to put the new things when we barely had room enough for the old!

When we opened Vance’s beautiful box on Dec. 26^th, I almost wept at the sight of the lovely tapers, silver table ornament and luscious holly! Those were the most beautiful holly I’ve ever seen, so full of berries, and how beautiful the blue boxes looked in among the silver sprays. The package was a veritable treasure chest, including a gift for each one here.

After our tree on Christmas Day, Uncle June and Aunt Bertha came for dinner. We had a jolly time and much clacking of tongues was heard in the land. A large and varied menu was enjoyed, to which everyone did justice until the dessert was reached, then one and all “passed” until a later date. We women gathered in the kitchen after the table was cleared, opened the oven door and gathered round in various attitudes of comfort. Then we “let our hair down” and visited. Uncle June wandered off home to do chores, but Aunt Bertha and the girls stayed until later.

The holidays faded away gradually, for Henry and Shirley stayed until Sunday evening, and we enjoyed it. KW