Christmas around here evokes waves of nostalgia--generally pleasant. There's the Carolina Lily pillow I made probably thirty years ago. The red calico is some that my grandmother bought for me at least forty years ago when they came to visit. It was at a "country" store in Burnsville and she said it was identical to the fabric in a dress she'd had as a girl--pre 1900. The red print on the corners was a gift from my friend Shelia. So many memories. . .
Lots to think about as I set in to make the traditional cranberry/popcorn chain. (Though I also enlivened the process by listening to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy--a favorite ever since my son Ethan's friend Jake introduced us to this divine madness--again, maybe thirty years ago.
In the past pre-covid days, we had get-togethers to decorate the tree and many hands stringing popcorn. This year, it's just John and me--he puts up the tree and wrangles the light--I string the popcorn and, bit by bit, unpack and arrange the decorations.
More nostalgia--I bought the trunk the decorations are stowed in in Atlanta in 1960. My father kindly (grumbling all the way) lined it with wallpaper in the summer of '61. It's showing its age rather badly (but then so am I) and I don't see myself relining it.This year's tree is smaller than the giant one we used to get--maybe 8 feet instead of 10 or 12 and it seems just right. The giant trees required we turn off the Monitor heater and rely on wood for the duration; now I prize the warmth over the drama of the big tree. Plus, the big tree meant a ladder and young help--it's nice to have a more manageable size--though it will take another day to complete hanging the ornaments. John and I opened a bottle of cava to celebrate getting this far in the holiday preparations. Maybe we'll open another when it's all in place.
