When I was young, my mom received a subscription to Ideals magazine in the mail. I mentioned in an earlier post that I unearthed an Ideals book at her house that was a compilation of Christmas articles from past magazines and I was excited to find a series of illustrations that I had loved as a child.
Here are a few of them:
While some Christmases brought many a toy from Santa to young children, such as these in the photo that appears to be from the 40’s.. ( following photos are from Reminisce: The Christmases We Used to Know )
Other Christmases were slim pickings such as this one during the Depression. Jim Davis explains that his mother was offered a free shack during the winter by the field owner, who wanted to ensure that she stayed on for the next year’s picking season. “Our berry shack home was basic, constructed of rough boards with a tar paper roof. There was one window, but it didn’t open.”
“Our Christmas tree would need decorations, so I made paper chains using colored scraps from school and flour-and-water paste. I cut ornaments out of old wrapping paper and formed them into interesting shapes. Cut up tin cans made good ornaments too. I strung popcorn with a needle and thread, then dipped the white strings into some of last year’s Easter egg dye to make festive colors.”
Perusing the Reminice book I saw this. “Kids in the 20’s and 30’s enjoyed Christmas books like these.” Well I had this book in the 60’s and was told that it had belonged to my Grand-Aunt Ruth. I wish I had it now….
I wonder if any of our grandparents rode in a sleigh like this at some point?
Whether they did or not I know that they most likely baked and cooked for the holidays.
And perhaps they shopped in a market such as this:
I actually shopped in a market like this. About 3/4 of a mile below us was an old schoolhouse that had been converted into a little store. But it resembled the schoolhouse more than anything…it was not modern looking inside at all. On summer days my sister & I and the two neighbor girls would go the back way…on a red dog lane to the top of a hill, then down through a big field, to get to the store. We’d purchase an ice cream treat and savor it as we slowly returned home.
Last but not least, if anyone reading this has a son or daughter in the military that won’t be home for Christmas, I know what that is like, as my middle son was in Iraq for the holidays one year. Not only was there constant worry, but just feeling sad that he could not enjoy the holidays with us. I made so many trips to the post office that year it was amazing. I think that every spare cent went to Iraq and I even sent a tree and decorations over that year.
It’s always good to have them back home :)
The Other Two Posts in this little series are :
- Sunday Special ( December ) : Kickoff to a Holly Jolly Vintage Christmas
- Holly Jolly Vintage Christmas Post Two: My Memories