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Contributed by: Beverly McClure on 12/8/2007

In his column of December 5, 2007, Mark Wilson related stories about his Christmas' past. So I started remembering. My mind is sort of rusty, but some things stand out. These were the days before everything ran on batteries or was electronic, or had to do something, like talk, or whistle, or sing, or just make noises. This photo shows my sister and me and our new dolls, in 1951. Dolls in those days did not talk to you. They simply cuddled in your arms and let you make the conversation.

From the time I was a little girl walking the sidelines with my dad at Coyote Canyon during the football games I wanted to be a majorette. The only thing I liked or understood about the game was the band and those pretty girls marching up and down the field at halftime in their short skirts and white boots. Those sticks (I had no idea they were batons until I was older) they twirled sparkled under the floodlights, and I wanted to be out there with them. This particular Christmas my parents gave me the majorette doll. I collected dolls anyway and was so proud of her. When I reached Junior High and attended Zundy, my dreams came true. I got to march up and down the field at halftime, in front of the band. In high school, I also was fortunate enough to make majorette.

We always put up a Christmas tree, usually a real one, I think, though I can't be sure. It's been too many years. The tree in the photo looks real; it's sort of scrawny, with thin branches. We covered the branches with decorations, lights, and silver icicles, lots of icicles.

I remember the stockings the best. No store bought felt or knit or fancy red, green, or white stockings with reindeer, Santa, or angels in our house. Ours were Mom's old nylon stockings. Right. Plain old stockings that she wore. They were like the thigh-hi ones today. On Christmas morning we'd look inside the stockings and find an apple, an orange, ribbon candy, other candies, pecans, and almonds. Sometimes a small gift was hidden among the goodies.

Our presents were few. They were simple. But our Christmases were happy because we were together.

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Submitted By: Pamela Dixon

posted on 12/8/2007 @ 9:33:08 PM

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I really believe that because life's pleasures were so much simplier during our youth, we really did get a lot more than many youth today. I could be biased thought, huh?

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Submitted By: Ann Weyant

posted on 12/8/2007 @ 3:30:52 PM

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The memories are wonderful, and I'm happy you got to be majorette and fulfill that dream. God Bless. Ann

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