My paternal grandparents lived a couple of hours drive away from us so it was always a special time whenever we visited. As I was a January baby (1963 vintage) I was 11 months old on my first ever Christmas & apparently I had already learned to walk 2 months previously! My parents & I travelled up Manchester to stay with Gran & Grandad - being their first grandchild it must have been a special time for all concerned. Gran & Grandad never had a 'proper' Christmas tree. Instead they had a large vase full of white branches with snow sprayed on them and lots of bright & twinkling lights & decorations. Apparently I was completely in awe of this fantastic display & uttered one of my first words ......."titty"!!! This translated to "pretty" but it must have been a shock to my poor Gran to hear her precious grand-daughter come out with something like that!
I remember the 'tree' as an older child for many years and I always loved to hear Gran or Grandad repeat the story. We dont have any photos of it unfortunately so I found this picture on Flickr - its quite a nice substitute.
Lovely memories
ReplyDeleteLove the pic, love the story (especially your first word lol...) Thanks for sharing x
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely story....it's so good to have memories like that,isn't it.And that type of 'tree' is now considered very trendy!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful blog and the picture just draws me into your story/post. Expecting it all saccharine, I giggled at your punchline! Great writing. TFP,
ReplyDeleteRinda (from Shimelle's class)
I've been writing down more memories lately and it was fun to hear yours. My poor son was 9 weeks premature and his Grandfather always recounts how he looked like a little monkey! It was funny when he was 5 yrs. old but he's 32 now. Ahh memories! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely memory to share and such a cool pic too, it goes so well. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
ReplyDeleteGreat story! Really gave me a laugh tonight when I needed one. Thanks.
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