By Linda Goodman, Storyteller
These memories are nuggets waiting to become full blown family Christmas stories.
Christmas
Memories 1979, Portsmouth, VA.
Seven year old Melanie and I celebrated Christmas for the first time since her
birth. I remember how excited she was to show her friends our first Christmas
tree. Bought at People’s Drug store, it stood 24 inches tall and came in a box
with ornaments and lights. I placed it in the center of an end table. Her
friends were speechless. They could not understand why Melanie was so happy to
have such a small tree.
Christmas Memories 1982
Melanie’s first new bicycle! Phil and I were engaged at the time, and he
thought Melanie should have a bike that wasn’t rusted. Melanie opened all her
presents, and she was happy with all of them. She didn’t think there were any
more to open. Phil sent her into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. She
came back with the water and asked, “Whose bicycle is that?” You should have
seen the look on her face, an amazing mixture of delight and surprise, when
Phil told her, “It’s yours.”
Christmas Memories
Every year I waited to hear my bother
Allen’s Super Baby stories on Christmas Eve. Super Baby could do anything! He
saved Christmas every year as he battled the likes of Ebenezer Scrooge and the
Grinch. My mother made us go to bed at 6:00 pm on Christmas Eve. Of course, we
couldn’t sleep that early; but we weren’t bored. Allen’s stories kept us
entertained.
Christmas Memories 1969
- My brother Lee's first Christmas after coming home from Viet Nam. I remember
all the horror etched upon his face; but we were happy because he was home and
safe. We were certain he would bounce back quickly, surrounded by the people
who loved him. We had no idea how long that war would be fought in his head. We
had no clue what horrors he had witnessed. We were just relieved to have him
with us.
Christmas Memories 1983 Christmas in Bay City, Michigan brought about
3 firsts: our first Christmas as a
family (Phil and I had gotten married in May); our first trip to actually chop
down a live tree at a local Christmas tree farm (which served hot apple cider
and popcorn balls to everyone looking for a tree); and our first white Christmas.
We also visited the little town of Frankenmuth, which was a cozy winter
wonderland at Christmas time. It took my
breath away. I have never had such a perfect Christmas. http://www.frankenmuth.org/things-to-do/christmas/
Christmas Memories 1958-1970
Christmas Eve services at Asbury United Methodist Church on Deep Creek
Boulevard in Portsmouth, Virginia. At the age of 6, I started out as an angel
in the chorus or our Christmas pageant and worked myself up to narrator by age
10. At 12 years of age, I was invited to join the junior choir, which
participated in the Christmas Eve Service every year. Whenever I was at that
church, I felt like I had dozens of parents and hundreds of brothers and
sisters. The people not only talked about the love of Christ, they lived it.
Asbury was closed in 2014, and I was able to attend its last service. That
church and its members will always live in my heart.
Christmas Memories
1970s Visiting Coleman's Nursery's Winter Wonder Land in Portsmouth, VA. The
long lines of people began this yearly ritual on the day after Thanksgiving and
did not let up until after Christmas. It was Santa's workshop brought to life,
with a special place of honor for the Nativity. Melanie and I would spend hours
there, studying each of the many scenes. Sadly, a fire destroyed this much
loved Christmas landmark. Later, the parts that could be salvaged were put on
display in downtown Portsmouth, but it was not the same. Now all that's left
are the memories.
Christmas Memories 1998-2012 Christmas dinner with my niece Sandi
Lowery's family, my sister Evelyn Wright, and my niece Rachel Davis. They dined
with us every Thanksgiving & Christmas while we lived in Richmond.
Sometimes my daughter, Melanie Goodman Deal, and her family were able to join
us. Today I am missing them all. I can't even look at the green beans (Phil's
special recipe) without choking up.
Christmas Memories 1999 Richmond, VA Due to religious convictions, I raised my
daughter, Melanie, to believe that there was no Santa. She resented that. In fact, when she grew up
and had a child of her own, I walked into her hospital room, my arms reaching
for my new granddaughter, Morgan, and Melanie clutched her baby close, growling,
“This child will believe in Santa
Clause!” What could I do but play along?
And I must admit that when I awakened on the Christmas day that Morgan
was three years old, the first year she was aware of all the hoopla, I was
thrilled to hear her sit up in bed and loudly call out, “Did he come?” Then I
watched in awe as she walked downstairs and entered the wonderland of toys that
her pawpaw and her daddy had assembled for her.
She went from one to the other, hugging her new doll, playing her new
keyboard, unpacking her tea set….. Finally laughing in delight as she spotted
the empty plate and glass that had held cookies and milk for Santa. She was
speechless when she found the letter that Santa had left for her. She was
smiling and crying at the same time as her mother read the letter to her. I
must admit that I shed a few tears of my own as I watched her big blue eyes
widen with wonder.
Christmas Memories 1962 Opening presents around the tree with my
family. I rarely ever got what I wanted, but I still felt blessed. My two best
friends had been abandoned by their fathers. Their mothers had to go on welfare
until they found jobs (that paid much less than was needed to support their
families). I, on the other hand, had two parents who loved their kids and each
other. I also had been taken in, along with several other children in my
neighborhood, by a church that treated kids who attended church by themselves
like family. Without the examples set and the love offered by my family and my
church, who knows how my life would have progressed. God made sure that I ended
up in the right place. There are no coincidences.
