As Christmas draws near, I reflect more and more on the years gone by. Guess that’s a sign of old age. O well, it does my soul good. Especially when I think about how simple things were back then.
Dad and I would always combine a hunting trip with getting the annual Christmas tree. While we hunted “cottontails” we stayed on the look-out for the ideal tree. When we arrived back home the decorations began. For many years the only “store-bought” ornaments we had were a few glass bulbs and a big red and white plastic star that adorned the top of the tree. Everything else was home-made. Mom made pop-corn balls and we would string pop-corn on fishing line to wrap around the tree. [Read more…]