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Post by patchypete on Dec 1, 2019 18:29:35 GMT
I know we have, bah humbug and Christmas madness that we all like to contribute to, but how about a bit of cheer and happiness about christmas past, when we were kids , the foods we had, gifts, family, favourite memories.
one of my favourites was going to grandparents house, no tv, we spent the evening playing cards, beer for the men, Sherry for the ladies, fizzy pop for us kids. Half way through the evening we would have a break and have hot homemade sausage rolls and mince pies, cold meats, pickles and cheese. Grandad would be rosy faced sat in front of the open fire, a large whiskey in one hand and a plate of food on his lap. Their old mongrel dog “ Judy” would lay in the hearth until her fur was almost smoking. Christmas cards were hung on string around the room.
i couldn’t tell you what gift I got that year, but I don’t think I will ever forget how special that time was, if I close my eyes , I can still see it/ smell it.
Sadly with the passing of time and the passing of my lovely old gran and grandad, Christmas just wasn’t the same.
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Post by valdez on Dec 1, 2019 20:19:09 GMT
a very treasured memory there pete
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Post by rhythm on Dec 1, 2019 21:46:40 GMT
When I was a little kid I did not mind Christmas, on Christmas eve there used to be this open top Santa truck, that would drive around the streets with music playing and I'd run out to see Santa, that was a good memory. Got to see my friends, we would call on each other (what you did before mobile phones) on Christmas day, we would spend the morning playing out in the street which was good, especially the year when we all had roller blades, in which I fell over a lot. Christmas dinner was good, there was not masses of food, but it was good. Sometimes there were card games with relatives such as Uno, knock, New Market and rummy, which was fun. I suppose the other good thing about Christmas as a kid was that there was no school or homework to worry about, which was good, just relaxing instead with no worries.
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Post by VanWoman84 on Dec 1, 2019 23:36:08 GMT
I don't remember any particular Christmas. Odd that.
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Post by fenrisulfr on Dec 1, 2019 23:58:19 GMT
As a kid I can remember Christmas visits to my great aunt, a tall thin imposing Victorian style woman, churchgoer and smelt of soap. Remember sitting by the range in the kitchen with her gamekeeper hubby in his collarless grandad shirt, waistcoat and cord kecks usually cleaning his shotgun. I was allowed a small Dandylion wine from a barrel outback. At another aunts it was a 'snowball' every year the only times I've ever had advocaat. Food at home was basic but good but the best bit at Christmas was the bread cooked in the chicken or turkey fat off the bird, crispy and lush.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2019 10:05:09 GMT
What a lovely thread. My favourite Christmas memory is oddly enough from when my son was terminally ill, just a month or so before we lost him.
Knowing the worst freed us to enjoy what we had now with no stress. You don't worry about the outcome when you know it cannot be changed.
My son's friends had raised money and bought masses of gifts for him and his bother and sister, so all the children had lots. We never had any money so Christmases were usually very sparse but this one wasn't. We had loads of everything. My lad was out of hospital for a couple of days and everybody just seemed really happy.
I don't generally take much notice of Christmas these days, but I look back on that one with pleasure. 😊
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Post by bigbear67 on Dec 2, 2019 11:38:08 GMT
My mum always cooked a great big fuck off emu sized turkey when we were kids, she'd be up at 5am to start cooking it. Stuffed full of sage & onion & as it was cooking she would say to me "we'd better try the stuffing to make sure its ok" so all morning me & ma would be into the oven with a spoon. Was a wonder there was any left by the time we'd finished!
Had both sets of grandparents round every year, house all blinged up & full of people that loved each other. Remember one year I got a new racing bike & there was so much snow I couldn't ride it for nearly 2 weeks...
Would sell my soul for another Christmas like that with all the old ones here again.....
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Post by patchypete on Dec 2, 2019 13:44:00 GMT
I remember getting a second hand bike for Christmas , all the other kids laughed at school with their new choppers and racers. But when I look back on it now, mum and dad didn’t have a lot of money, so for dad to have spent his evenings after work, stripping a bike down and refurbishing it was a labour of love. Shame it took me so many years to realise that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2019 9:17:58 GMT
Same as Vannie, I have no really memorable Chrimbos as a youngster other than disapointment at it not being snowy.One year when I was about 9 we all had flu and I still remember the smell of vick vapour rub , fag smoke and airfix glue as we all festered found the fire on Chrismas morn.
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Post by NomadCris on Dec 3, 2019 9:36:18 GMT
Childhood Christmas's were always a stressful ordeal about which ive very mixed feelings.
I think my best Christmas's were after my father was no longer around.
I always enjoyed working Christmas day having fun with ambulance colleagues, hospital staff and patients then going home after shift for dinner with family partner and pets.
All a long time ago and a different life.
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Post by danann on Dec 3, 2019 10:36:48 GMT
I Soooo Lovez this postie PatchyPete  ). And I be sooo loving reading all the happy lovely words of the beautiful memories of all you Fabby peeps who have shared as I can picture all the beautiful happy memories which made me big sunshine smile . and can see through all your little eyes of when you all be little you’s as well as big you’s as I picture all happy faces and see your toys and even scent the yummy foods hehehe As for Meez I have to say when I little Dananns Meez we didn’t have your Christmas as we celebrated The Sacred Winter Solstice Which Be yes a time of giving and sharing and was celebrated by my people to our Great Spirit/Our God’s/Goddesses So my first Christmas memory as you call it was when we first came to these lands England where I first saw your Santa/Father Christmas and your Christmas .. Which off course my eyes boggled out of my head and I bounced all over the place to see such beautiful bright colours and sparkles and prettyness in fact my beautiful father thought he was gonna have to hog tie me down to keep me still and in once place and to stop me from trying to climb up the Mahoosive Christmas decorated tree in the town centre hahahahaha and then off course I spotted your Father Christmas hahaha where I can remember running upto him and sniffing/scenting him las my nose was twitching as fast as a wild rabbit much to Santa’s Horror hahahaha as my eyes bounced all over him as I Climbed up on him still scenting him and pulling at his fake beard and looking under it as he tried to wrestle me off him hahahaha and I say YOU SCENT WRONG .. YOU NOT FOREST .. (because he was Red and White and Not Green Or Animal like our Gods) hahahaha And then I say YOU NOT MAN OR GODDS .. because I knew he was not a Real “God” Or A Wise Elder Man as I see him as a Not Real Man Either because he was dressed up Because to little me I thought Santa was a God Of English People who you celebrated hahaha ... AND All that was done and said in less than 60seconds as I soooo hypo And before my beautiful father could grab and unwind AND unravel and Pick me off the Poor Santa who must of been in Shock and Horror Of Having What must of seemed to him to be a Feral Wild Alien Girl Child Smelling And Pulling And Poking And Climbing Up Him All Over Him asking lots of questions as I pull at his clothes and hat and fake beard exploring him all confused and muddled who he was as I was sooo fascinated by him hahahaha So yep don’t even get me started on what I thought of your Fake Christmas Trees when I first ever saw one that day Hahahaha ... So that is often what I think off and my Christmas memory and my grown kids loved the story of my first ever and seeing my first ever Christmas and even now on Christmas they say “That Poor Man Who was Santa that day when you first see a Santa”. Then we would laugh and giggle about it all  |
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Post by fenrisulfr on Dec 3, 2019 10:48:37 GMT
Same as Vannie, I have no really memorable Chrimbos as a youngster other than disapointment at it not being snowy.One year when I was about 9 we all had flu and I still remember the smell of vick vapour rub , fag smoke and airfix glue as we all festered found the fire on Chrismas morn. Vick vapour rub in the blue jar was always on hand along with tincture of myrrh, iodine and goosefat. Can smell the Vicks now but I daresay if it's still being sold today the tossers from the nanny state would have removed the best ingredients. Airfix glue brings back happy memories too, loads of kits as a kid and it smelt good too.............. |
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Post by bigbear67 on Dec 3, 2019 11:22:19 GMT
I Soooo Lovez this postie PatchyPete ). And I be sooo loving reading all the happy lovely words of the beautiful memories of all you Fabby peeps who have shared as I can picture all the beautiful happy memories which made me big sunshine smile . and can see through all your little eyes of when you all be little you’s as well as big you’s as I picture all happy faces and see your toys and even scent the yummy foods hehehe As for Meez I have to say when I little Dananns Meez we didn’t have your Christmas as we celebrated The Sacred Winter Solstice Which Be yes a time of giving and sharing and was celebrated by my people to our Great Spirit/Our God’s/Goddesses So my first Christmas memory as you call it was when we first came to these lands England where I first saw your Santa/Father Christmas and your Christmas .. Which off course my eyes boggled out of my head and I bounced all over the place to see such beautiful bright colours and sparkles and prettyness in fact my beautiful father thought he was gonna have to hog tie me down to keep me still and in once place and to stop me from trying to climb up the Mahoosive Christmas decorated tree in the town centre hahahahaha and then off course I spotted your Father Christmas hahaha where I can remember running upto him and sniffing/scenting him las my nose was twitching as fast as a wild rabbit much to Santa’s Horror hahahaha as my eyes bounced all over him as I Climbed up on him still scenting him and pulling at his fake beard and looking under it as he tried to wrestle me off him hahahaha and I say YOU SCENT WRONG .. YOU NOT FOREST .. (because he was Red and White and Not Green Or Animal like our Gods) hahahaha And then I say YOU NOT MAN OR GODDS .. because I knew he was not a Real “God” Or A Wise Elder Man as I see him as a Not Real Man Either because he was dressed up Because to little me I thought Santa was a God Of English People who you celebrated hahaha ... AND All that was done and said in less than 60seconds as I soooo hypo And before my beautiful father could grab and unwind AND unravel and Pick me off the Poor Santa who must of been in Shock and Horror Of Having What must of seemed to him to be a Feral Wild Alien Girl Child Smelling And Pulling And Poking And Climbing Up Him All Over Him asking lots of questions as I pull at his clothes and hat and fake beard exploring him all confused and muddled who he was as I was sooo fascinated by him hahahaha So yep don’t even get me started on what I thought of your Fake Christmas Trees when I first ever saw one that day Hahahaha ... So that is often what I think off and my Christmas memory and my grown kids loved the story of my first ever and seeing my first ever Christmas and even now on Christmas they say “That Poor Man Who was Santa that day when you first see a Santa”. Then we would laugh and giggle about it all Sound memory! Wish I'd seen fake Santa man shitting bricks at little loony bouncy child Danann crawling up him & attacking him. Bet it brought the house down...👍😁 |
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Post by danann on Dec 3, 2019 11:27:25 GMT
Hahahaha Dunno About bringing The House Down Bigbear67 .. But I bet Santa I bet wanted to be in a House safe and far away from Looney Danann Meez hahaha ....hahaha . Awww The Poor Santa hehehe |
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Post by patchypete on Dec 3, 2019 13:47:40 GMT
Paper chains, going to the corner shop and buying them coloured gummed strips with my pocket money, and spending hrs and hrs glueing them together trying to make them long enough to stretch across the room, and being left with a furry tongue after all that licking and sticking .
Letters to Santa decorated with glue and glitter, with drawn pictures of robins and snowmen
Laying in bed as a boy, watching the coal fire in the grate, no central heating in those days, that fire was only lit when we used to get ice on the inside of the single glazed metal framed windows.
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