~“Christmas without Mama”~

Published: Friday, January 4, 2013 at 10:09 AM.

Christmas this year just wasn’t the same.  We all eventually suffer the loss of grandparents, parents, siblings and sometimes children.  Holidays without them are hard. We go on, but spending the holidays without them is difficult, especially the first Christmas spent without lost loved ones.

My parents are now both gone, leaving only my brothers and me.  Our parents would have been proud; we had a wonderful Christmas together with our families.  Small children always make it fun and easier.

Thinking back, I remember how much I looked forward to Christmas as a child.  Mama always made it special, although I know it wasn’t always easy on my parents.  I think they gave us everything they could and then some.

We grew up in small house with big love.  On Christmas morning you couldn’t find the floor for the toys and the wrapping paper.  Between the Sears Roebuck catalog and Grandmama’s ten cent store we were not “toy poor.”

Mama was good about teaching us the true meaning of Christmas, but she had this thing about toys.  She thought they were good for boys’ imaginations and learning.  She was a school teacher; she knew what she was doing.

If I thought I wanted to be a fireman, Mama gave me fire trucks.  If I wanted to be a geologist, Mama gave me rocks, hammers and microscopes.  I’m pretty sure if Mama thought I wanted to be a bank robber, she would have given me toy guns and a mask.

It was all about using our imagination.  She taught us right from wrong and Daddy taught us that working was the only way to “make ends meet.”  He would say, “If you didn’t work for it, you don’t deserve it.”

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