The Ghost of Christmas Past
My brother's first Christmas tree; Our dog Skipper; Dad building my doll house.
Christmas time always brings back some very fond memories. My holidays as a child were filled with everything that Christmas should be: family, friends, food, and fun! Even the dog got spoiled! Through these things, the meaning of Christmas was alive in our home. I hope your holiday season brings much of the same.
posted by Colleen | 8:54 AM
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Cool, I don't think I've ever seen a photo of Skipper. Looks like he had assumed Addy's usual position!
Donna :)
You've done a marvelous job with your Website! Congrats! I wish I were as far along as you are. My French Connection is going well (maternal side), but some of the "family stories" are proving to be not only wrong, but funny. I've always been told my grandmother's brother died in WW I as a bugler, age 19. They would tell stories of his having to rise earlier than others to wake them with his bugling, and the last one to go to bed with taps. I found his obituary which said he died at age 24 of dysentary. Said NOTHING about him being in WWI. So it goes. Truth and verify!
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