Memories And Grogg

Keepers of Christmas generally have a rich store of memories to draw upon when they build a new Christmas each year. We hold on to family traditions that grow more and more precious with the passage of time. Cherished are the memories we fondly recall, bits & pieces of Christmas past … loved ones who are no longer with us, special gifts you gave and received, and very likely one particularly brilliant memory that for some reason wears a crown in your Christmas memories book.

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  1. Cheri says:

    OMG- this is my year all the time. My parents made it UNFORGETTABLE! SO i have huge Christmas Stress that I induce on myself. While I have toned it down a bit, as the kids are now 15 and 19, I was still baking cookies before my daughter went to school this morning. The candy was done, but pep band, finals etc had prevented cookies from being baked. My daughter’s teachers truly deserve a sweet treat in appreciation for all their caring. They used to get delivered on hand-painted plates . Now to finish that quilt before next Thursday afternoon.

  2. Grace~katmom says:

    Oh Shery,
    Thank you for the lovely trip down your "Memory Lane"…I so enjoyed it and especially your 5th paragraph. So glad you are proud of your faith when todays society is soooo trying to be P.C. about Christmas…Bless you.
    Oh and we have a tradition that we carry on (German) and that is we serve Ghulwein this time of year as it is a wonderful yummy warmer-upper…it is warmed up red wine infused with spices(nutmeg, clove, cinnamom) and topped off with a wedge of orange. So yummy on a snowy day.
    Don’t you just love traditions!
    Merry Christmas & God Bless

  3. Nancy says:

    I love the beauty of your prose and your eye for detail in nature. I am doing a little bit of the same idea in a blog, too. But I have to say that yours is an exquisite model to use as a pattern! Love the grogg recipe! I will be making some this holiday season.

  4. Kimberly D says:

    I was 3 years old and Santa came to my house Christmas eve, but while we were still up to see if we were good. I ran to the kitchen to tell my Mom, and she didn’t believe me. I had to bring Santa to the kitchen for her to see him. Years later I fine out it was our neighbor. But I still remember Santa coming to my house, fondly.

  5. The rule in our house was that no one could find what Santa had put in the stocking that was delivered to our bedroom door until it was six o’clock am.

    I was not a good sleeper on Christmas Eve..or even in the wee hours of Christmas morning. I have no idea how Santa managed to get the jingling stocking propped up against my door without getting caught at it.

    What I did on one such sleepless overnight was to go frequently into the bathroom where my father always hung his prized Hamilton watch (awarded on his 25th year in his business) on a hook on the door jamb. I could tip the face of the watch to see if it was six o’clock yet. I did this. Often. All night long. BUT at about four am I managed to unhook that watch when I tipped it to see, and it smashed on the tile floor.

    This was a disaster. Really a disaster. I cried, standing there, cried with grief and shame and true misery. I was not afraid of my father, but I was afraid of the loss of the watch for my father. It was, as far as I knew, his most prized possession. And I had ruined it. Smashed to pieces.

    I couldn’t stand it. I went in at that early hour and awakened my father, burst into tears, confessed my terrible act, buried myself in his arms and sobbed out my sorrows.

    I am sure it took a long while for my sleepy parents to figure out what to do with this inauspicious beginning of our happy day. But they figured it out. I saw the new watch-face and hands going around as they should in the next few days, to my enormous relief.

    I have no idea what I got that Christmas, other than a whole lot of love.


  6. I am going to make a batch of your fabulous grogg tomorrow. Heck, maybe every day this week! Thanks for the sweet reminder of orange pomanders. I love making those. Happy Holidays to you at the Ranch!

  7. You reminded me of so many great holdays at home. My mom always made Christmas so special.I have many great memories. Thanks

  8. Laurel says:

    Sherry thank you so much for the remembrance and for reminding all of us that it is more important to take time with the Babe in the Manger.

    And Susan thanks for sharing your story it was heartwarming.

    Merry Christmas All, Laurel

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