A Little Snow for a Lot of Christmas Spirit

Ann H Gabhart Ann's Posts, Heart of Hollyhill

December 9, 1964.

Jocie Brooke here reporting from Holly County. We have snow. Not much, but a little. I took this picture at Mr. Reynolds’ farm down the road. Dad says he might use it in the Banner next week. Maybe that will get everybody in the Christmas spirit – finally. I just don’t understand why grown-ups are always saying Christmas comes too fast. It’s not fast at all. It takes forever!!

I did find some people willing to pay me a couple of dollars for my sprigs of mistletoe, so I get to go shopping for everybody at the 10 cent store. You can find a lot of things there. Maybe I can get a jigsaw puzzle for Aunt Love – one that’s not too hard since with her memory fading she’s not as good at working them as she used to be. Then Dad always likes to get new handkerchiefs and maybe I’ll add  box of peanut brittle. That’s his favorite. I’m not sure what I’ll get Tabitha yet. But Wes is easy. He’ll want a book. Even though he has a couple hundred of them piled all around his rooms over the newspaper office, he says nobody can ever have too many books. He claims that up on Jupiter his house had bookcases around every wall. Purple bookcases. For some reason, purple is a big color on Jupiter. Probably because I used to tell Wes it was my favorite color so he worked it into his Jupiter stories.

But the snow is really neat even though it’s not deep enough to keep us out of school. Another inch would have been nice. Then I could have stayed home and tried to talk Dad into going out to Miss Sally’s and finding our Christmas tree. He says it’s too early to put up the tree, that it’ll dry out before Christmas and maybe catch the house on fire. Cedar trees do dry out fast.

Leigh has an artificial tree. It’s white. Not like it was snowed on, but like it got scared and turned into a ghost tree. I wouldn’t tell Leigh that, but I think Christmas trees should be green. Zella has this aluminum tree. It’s shiny. Very shiny, but whoever saw a tree that was shiny like that. But I guess Dad’s right. If we don’t want a brown tree on Christmas morning, we’d better wait at least another week before we go tree hunting. Maybe on Sunday. We’re supposed to go to Miss Sally’s for dinner after church. 

What kind of tree did you put up here for Christmas 1964? Did you ever go shopping at a 10 Cent store?