Christmas in our house was simple. I don’t remember having company as our extended family all lived too far away to face winter weather and roads to visit us. Our gifts were simple. We had a tree with lights and decorations… many homemade. And Mother strung string around the living room to hang the many cards over. She was always pleased when she had to add another string and start a second row.
One Christmas does stick in my memory. The three of us younger kids who were still at home had either chicken pox or measles and were confined to bed. We were sick but not too sick to want Christmas so Mom set up cots for us in the living room and we had Christmas from our beds. I don’t remember what I got. I just remember the fun of celebrating in bed.
I’m guessing the boys would have rather been outside playing in the snow.
Speaking of finding things in the archives…
2022 is the 25th anniversary of the sale of my first book and I’m planning a celebration. I will start by rereleasing one of my favorite series--The Buffalo Gals of Bonners Ferry. Three feisty, independent sisters who discover they are powerless before the force of love. I think you will enjoy this series.