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#1 toppop52 ONLINE  

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Posted December 22, 2015 - 10:22 AM

A couple of weeks ago we went down to South Mills, NC to take a Christmas tree to my dad's grave, he died on my brother's 18th birthday when I was 12, that was Dec. 21, 1964. We had moved to VA by then, he worked in the Norfolk Ford plant.

Many years later they built a bypass that has a tall bridge over the canal, while crossing that bridge the other day, I looked down on the little farm where I grew up. The old red barn and farm house don't look as big as when I was 8. When I think of Christmas as a child, I go there, My old Spitz/ collie mix, Trixie running across the yard, chickens scattering, cow mooing. I see our mail man, Wade raising dust coming up the dirt lane bringing Christmas cards from friends and relatives all over. Going out with my late brother to shoot at birds with my old Daisy lever action, hoping Santa will bring me a new Crossman pump. Smell the pines in the thicket across the pasture, and maybe a whiff of dad's two old sows he kept because he liked pigs. 

I see our family in that big old dining room with a big table covered in every kind of food you could imagine, and 20 plus people sitting all over the house, eating, laughing and telling stories. The old wood and coal stoves crackling away, smoke dropping down by the windows covered in moisture and cold to the touch.

Christmas lives forever in that old farm house, in my heart...

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Posted December 22, 2015 - 10:57 AM

It's odd going back to a house you were real little in growing up. We moved from a single wide trailer to a house when I was 4. I remember that house being HUGE. My bedroom was so big. We moved out a couple years later and moved around a bit.

I went back in that house a couple years ago. The people who were living there were having a moving sale and I told them I lived there 25 years ago and would like to see the inside again. I was amazed at how small it was. I couldn't believe it.
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Posted December 22, 2015 - 11:05 AM

I remember  being five years old, scraping a hole in the frost on the single pane window in my bedroom and seeing Venus in the black of the early morning sky and believing in the Star of Bethlihem .

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Posted December 22, 2015 - 11:13 AM

Great story Toppop.. Yes all the memories of ,, ( The good old days )..

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Posted December 22, 2015 - 12:06 PM

Yes, great story. Brings back many of the same memories. I was just fixing up the old coal fireplace in the house my grandfather built in 1920, today. Lots of memories. Thanks for the story.

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Posted December 22, 2015 - 01:35 PM

You could publish that one Toppop
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Posted December 22, 2015 - 04:12 PM

One of the fondest memories I have of the old days - approx. 1969-70 , I would have been 9 or 10 .

I was staying over at Grandma's place . Her house was built in a pine forest and it was winter with a blizzard blowing the snow thru the pines . It was so peaceful.

I can still hear the sound when I think of it . I told her of this before she passed away and have since come to find out that my Sister and Brother hear the same thing in their memories. Many years the Christmas party was held there on X-mas Eve. But that one night sleeping over during a blizzard stands forever in my memories.


Edit: I remember getting out of bed and going to the window ... just sat there watching the snow blow thru the trees and listening to the way it sounded.

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Posted December 22, 2015 - 05:20 PM

It is amazing how a sound or smell can come to define all your fondest memories for so long! There is something about winter and heavy snow that always brings peaceful thoughts to mind, that silence that happens with a snowstorm and the little faint sounds that stand out so much. Winter is depressing for me until the ground turns white, then it is the best time of year. All the years turmoil bleeds away and a feeling of calm takes hold only to melt with the spring and the cycle continues!
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Posted December 22, 2015 - 06:01 PM

I too have fond memories of being at my grandparents house when I was young (6 - 8 years old).  One of the things I remembered most was sleeping at night when it was raining and listening to the rain hit their tin roof. That was some real good sleeping.

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Posted December 22, 2015 - 07:14 PM

Through my 7th Christmas we lived on a farm in Ohio. I was an only child, and an only grandchild for Mom's mother, so... yeah, spoiled rotten. I got John Deere cast toys from my dad's sister whose family owned a dealership in Kentucky, and had a whole barnyard of rubber chickens, cows, sheep and sows. Dad worked at a lumber and construction company and I remember mom asking for a flower box one year. He made her a beautiful box with joinery and all. Neighbors all around came to help with planting and harvest. It was good.
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Posted December 22, 2015 - 08:04 PM

I remember an ice storm when we lived there, the sound of huge pines snapping like twigs and the powdery snow that fell on top of the ice, rising up like smoke when they hit the ground.
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Posted December 22, 2015 - 08:07 PM

You could publish that one Toppop

You're very kind Hank, but it's not talent, just memories.

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Posted December 23, 2015 - 01:29 PM

This reminds me of that older gentleman on  PBS .. Telling the story of his childhood , growing up on the farm in rural Wis.  It will bring some tears listening of his tales as a little boy ,and similar things that I too encountered  growing up..

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