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Sunday, December 23, 2007

THIRD GROUP OF CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

1983
Here is my youngest son at 14 years. All of his siblings were married and in their own homes, so it was just the two of us on Christmas morning. I have wished many times that I could have had another child close to his age so they could grow up together and be pal's. Life is so much more fun when there is a sibling to share the fun and excitement with.
1985
1985 and now my 'baby' is 16, and a young man.
We bought a tree this year and as you can see it was loaded with ornaments. I had crochet hundreds of fans, picture frames, hats and you name it. My mom and I sold many at a craft fair that year and I had also sold many in a gift shop. I even wore out a steel crochet hook with all the stitching!

1987

Here are my youngest daughter and her two children under my Christmas tree. They lived in another town and were visiting for Christmas. We had another store bought tree and I used a lot of the same crochet ornaments. See the little storybook doll on the tree top? She has a lovely yellow lace dress and red hair.

1991

This is my youngest at age 22 with two of my grandchildren. This was a very difficult year for us as we had just lost my oldest son the September before Christmas. His wife asked the family to come to her home for Christmas dinner, which we did for several years.

1994

This was a happier Christmas, Of course we all still desperately missed the one who was gone but the shock of his passing had worn off and we were beginning to learn to live with the loss.

I have always loved this picture of my youngest, 25 years old in this picture, reading to his youngest nieces and nephew. Time marches on and they all grow up so fast. The little girl on the left will graduate from high school this coming June.

Enjoy them all while you can and as always, make some precious memory's and get some pictures of them too.

God Bless All

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