COUNTRY RAMBLIN'S At Christmas Time
Christmas Traditions and Stories
|Well howdy-do from sunny Arizona.
I don’t mean to gloat but I’m not missin’ the rain and dismal days of the
GREAT NORTH-WET!!! It has been beautiful here, and I’m
starting my first Christmas Season in the southwest. One
thing I’m already likin’ is that since we’re surrounded with
old folks, us included, people pretty much stick to the
lovely OLD traditions of the time in which we were raised.
I’ve seen only one house that had Christmas decorations up
before Thanksgiving. Of course, the stores were all
decorated and playing jolly holiday tunes pre-turkey day but
I try to ignore them. I’ve been down here after Thanksgiving
in the past and it is a real
experience in December to see cactus instead of the trees decorated in
lights. Folks down here do a wonderful job of creating a
Christmas wonderland in their yards—minus the snow and cold
of my youth in eastern Washington State—not the rainy, nasty
west coast of the state where I spent thirty-three years as
an adult because of my husband’s work. No offense to you
coastal dwellers, but geeze, my feet never grew webbing, and
I never got used to the continual dampness. Coming from four
strong seasons and then having to trudge west over the North
Cascades to my destiny—kickin’ and screamin’ to no avail—was
not easy. In the Methow Valley, where I hail from, we had
hot dry summers, beautiful falls, cold snowy winters, and
green, green springs. Guess that’s why the dryness of this
southwest territory makes me feel much more at home than I
ever did on Camano Island.
Christmas’ in the valley would be with friends and family at our house or at
my aunt’s in town. My maternal grandparents, aunts and
uncles, and lots of cousins would be in attendance, and we
would have such great times. We girls loved to show off our
new baby-dolls, and the boys usually had Tonka trucks or toy
guns and holsters—guaranteed to be true replicas of Roy
Rogers or Gene Autry. Always, there were new slipper socks,
robes, knitted neck scarves, etc. from our grandparents—who
were more practical in their gift giving.
Many Christmas’, we would literally travel over the meadow and through the woods
to spend a week with my paternal grandparent’s on the farm.
It took an average of four hours for this trip—if not held
up by snows blowing into the low spots in the road that cut
straight through the wheat fields of eastern Washington and
often settled into ten-foot drifts. Snowplows would have to
come to the rescue and dig through these giant piles to keep
traffic flowing on the holidays. We’d sing along to
Christmas songs on the radio all the way whether stranded or
not. My favorites were and still are, songs sung by Gene
Autry or Eddie Arnold.
Y’all have a great Christmas now, ya hear? And don’t forget, “Christ is the Reason for the Season!”
Country Ramblin's at Christmas time Written by Granny Tam, 2007.
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My vote is to have Christmas traditions all year round. You see at
Christmas time most people at least the ones I have met, always change just a
little for the better around Christmas. I do not know whether or not it is the
great yuletide Christmas carols, the festive atmosphere everywhere you go, or just some
hidden part in all of us that screams out,
The feeling of the Christmas holidays is truly all about family, friends and celebrating all things good.
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