My friend Anne had a post this week about singing Christmas carols with her grandfather. So sweet, and it made me cry a little.
Now, mind you, I do not ever recall hearing Papa or Grandpa sing. In fact, I distinctly remember Grandpa picking which mass he went to based on how much (or how little, really) singing would be done. I also remember that Grandpa would wear bright red suspenders under his sport coat sometimes to church. I think because it bugged Granny.
It got me thinking about Christmases of my childhood. I don't remember lots, but I do remember one year (I don't recall which one) that the pipes in our house were frozen. We had to stay at Granny and Grandpa's on Christmas Eve. I am pretty sure that we all still believed in Santa Claus, and worried about how Santa would know where to find us. I remember opening presents on the blue shag carpet in Granny and Grandpa's living room. I think that was the year we got the "Dukes of Hazard" steering wheel toy. The other things I remember about assorted Christmases at Granny and Grandpa's was how sometimes Grandpa would light a fire in their fire place. I remember thinking that was the coolest thing ever. In retrospect, I wonder if it was ever really cold enough in Houston to light a fire in a fireplace.
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if it is cold enough to freeze the water pipes in the attic and walls, then it is cold enough for a fire in the fire place...oh, and wish you could have heard your Grandpa singing in the church men's choir at midnight mass....a treat for me when small and I got to sit up in the choir loft during mass....Grandpa had a lovely voice...actually so did Papa when he sang "On top of old Smokey", the real version, or "you are my sunshine".
Awwww...thanks for mentioning my blog!
I'm just now getting (or trying to) caught up on blog posts - only 200+ more to read! :(
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