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Sweet Memories

Posted Wednesday, December 21, 2011, at 8:17 PM

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Kelly and her two children with their "manufactured" sock monkeys in 2009
I don't know about you, but when I was a kid, it seemed as though Christmas was about Santa Claus and Candy.

Christmas was about the only time besides Halloween that we were allowed to have extra candy. My mother was very strict about pop and candy growing up. The five of us have her to thank for having good teeth and very few cavities.

Do you remember the hard candy with the stripes shaped like ribbons and pillows? We ate that until we were nearly sick. And if that wasn't enough; there was Fudge, Peanut Brittle, Chocolates and Divinity.

People gave you homemade candies; sent you boxes of chocolates and packages of nuts that you had to crack with a nut cracker. And to top off your embarrassment of riches; there was a case of oranges to eat your way through.

Our mother made a lot of candy and fruit cakes. We all make jokes about the fruit cakes now, but back then, it was really a labor of love. Our neighbor, Margie Anderson made the lightest and fluffiest divinity that you could imagine.

I don't remember making peanut brittle, it always seemed as though we purchased that. But my sister-in-law Patti made some of the most awesome brittle that I have ever tasted. Her peanut brittle was soft and chewy. I am just salivating thinking about it now. However, my endless candy days are over with a mindful watch of my sugar intake.

And after the holiday season was over, you had been sick at least once, if not the unhappy recipient of the flu or some other malady that was going around. We could blame it on the sugar, but it just old fashioned germs that got the better of us.

And then there was the magic of Santa Claus. My parents didn't wrap the Santa Gifts, they "magically" appeared under the tree sometime after we went to bed and three o'clock in the morning when Dad couldn't stand it any longer and would wake us up.

As a young mother, I took my Santa Claus duties seriously as did Werner, my first husband. He cheerfully put together toys and make new ones out of old ones. One year, Courtney was the happy recipient of a pedal tractor rescued from the town dump and refurbished. It was as hard for me to sleep the night before as it was for the kids to go to bed and wait for Santa.

The year, I moved to Northern Idaho, I couldn't get either child to sleep on Christmas Eve. Finally, I told them to stay upstairs and not come down unless I gave them the signal.

In desperation, I quickly put the gifts under the tree. As soon as I was finished, I opened the front door and pressed the door bell. Then running back to the bottom of the stairs, I called up to Courtney and Kelly. Santa Claus just left. Come and see what he brought you. Thus, began the tradition of opening gifts on Christmas Eve in our little family.

To this day, my favorite memories of Christmas growing up continues to be the mystery of how my mother sewed two sock-monkeys from behind a newspaper for me and my sister Bev. The visit from Santa Claus when we lived downstairs and getting to eat cream puffs from the bakery after we finished Christmas shopping in Gooding.

And then there is Dad. I am able to hear his laughter as he teased us in the wee hours of Christmas morning. He enjoyed all the toys as much as we did. In fact, I don't believe that my brothers ever got to play with the spinning toy tops that Santa Claus brought them until well after Christmas. Dad and Steve Parke amused themselves for days by having contests to see whose top could spin the longest.

So again, I must say to all of you. Hold your loved ones tight and cherish the memories. Lift up your families in love and prayer for the coming year. And most of all, remember Who Loved Us More Than Santa Claus that He gave the Best Gift of All in the form of a baby.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!


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Great memories Bonnie.... I hope everyone has similar ones, I know I do!

Merry Christmas!

-- Posted by jessiemiller on Wed, Dec 21, 2011, at 8:39 PM

Thank you

-- Posted by KH Gal on Wed, Dec 21, 2011, at 9:08 PM

Thanks for sharing your Christmas Memories. Heart Warming!

Merry Christmas Bonnie

-- Posted by MsMarylin on Wed, Dec 21, 2011, at 9:11 PM

Found a couple serious errors and made the corrections. Sorry.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Wed, Dec 21, 2011, at 9:27 PM

Merry Christmas to you Bonnie and family.

-- Posted by Eagle_eye on Thu, Dec 22, 2011, at 4:56 AM

Very nice Bonnie, thank you.

-- Posted by royincaldwell on Thu, Dec 22, 2011, at 6:06 PM

A whole lot of goodness goin on here.

-- Posted by wh67 on Sun, Dec 25, 2011, at 8:11 PM


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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.
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