Day 8 of the 12 Days of Christmas Project

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We're counting down and
only 4 days left after today!



The twelve days of Christmas project.

Each day the UNCLE Christmas tree posts in section7mfu
and we'd like ALL the cousins to come visit and  share a memory of
Christmas' past as a comment, and leave it as a present under the tree.

Everyone who celebrates Chanukan, of Kwanza
is welcome to join in as well. It's not just a
Christmas tree, it's a symbol of joy.

There's nothing like our treasured memories, they're gifts
that will be with us always!

Give someone a smile with one of your favorite personal
memories, anectotes, or stories, songs...anything from your
past holidays, OR even what you're looking forward to this year!

Time to get into the Spirit!.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

All the little postings for the old toys got me to thinking. Besides getting 'Mouse Trap' and the "Flintstone Play set". I recall getting a toy called "Supercar" which was a remote controlled spaceship like car that was the focus of a puppet show of the same name...similar to "The Thunderbirds."

One year I got an "Easy Bake Oven" which actually baked little things like brownies, and cookies by the heat of a high wattage light bulb. Tasted pretty good as I recall.

I think it was my mom's attempt to make me focus on more girl things? Though I played with my Barbie dolls,
I had no interest in knitting, sewing, crocheting etc.

I much preferred playing touch football, baseball, (with all the neighborhood boys) riding my bicycle, climbing trees, skate boarding, and target shooting with my older brother. (he gave me a .22 rifle one Christmas and I don't think mom was thrilled) sadly I don't have that gun anymore.

I was the proverbial Tom Boy... didn't help I suppose that I adored by two older brothers (and had no sisters) so I emulated them in many ways.

Today I can sew on a button and fix a hem but that's about it. I also have no interest in baking. I can still shoot a gun very well.

One of mom's successes was inspiring me to garden. Our Russian neighbor taught her how and mom taught me. :D

[sidhe-uaine42.livejournal.com]

I used to get dresses for Hannukah from my bubbe in Chattanooga not that I minded, but I used to always end up playing either in the sand pile or the dirt (much to my mother's and father's chagrin.) I also got a little extra attention/sheddings from old Jakie, the tomcat/"master of the house". I don't remember anything else really except for a nice muff, but it has been more than three decades.

We used to make latkes and potato kugel, using the least amout of oil possible so I wouldn't end up in the hospital due to an allergic reaction, and a brisket as well as lots of veggies (in spite of the fact that the veggies weren't exactly "traditional" fare.) After dinner, we would pick just one present to open except for the last day, then it was a free-for-all.

I pretty much learned how to cook from my father (my mother wasn't that good iykwim.) I still ♡ to cook, even to this day...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

:D You're making me hungry! Latkes, kugel and add babka to the list. My mom didn't make them but our Russian neighbor did and would send them over, along with borscht, every time she made them. My dad loved his borscht. For an Irish Catholic he had an eclectic taste in food.

Mom would make the brisket though ( and lots of veggies too) and when we had turkey...only at Thanksgiving and Christmas, dad would cook them outside on the gas grill.

I learned to cook from mom, though she didn't like to bake which explains why i don't like to do it. lol

I learned to make Manhattan clam chowder, which was my grandmother's recipe. One time my dad tasted my batch and he whispered to me...'you make it more like your grandmother than your mother does."

Never told that to mom...

THANKS for sharing!

[st-crispins.livejournal.com]

So the first time I visited the Disney/MGM Studios park in Walt Disney World Florida, I took a turn down a street that looked like a movie set. And suddenly, I got this weird feeling of deja vu. I knew this place! Of course! It was Del Floria's. There was no name on the doorway, but the configuration of the lower than street level entrance next to the three brownstones was exactly what I'd seen on screen in MFU.

And it made sense: the back lot section of the theme park had been built using the blueprints of the MGM back lot. The real back lot had suffered a big fire in the late 60s, but here it was again, resurrected.

I took a photo of me posed on the sidewalk just outside the tailor shop, and did so every time we visited.

But my Christmas memory [actually two memories] is the time we visited during the Christmas season. Del Floria's street was covered in lights. And even better, when the Osbourne Family light show happened, it began to snow on Del Floria's! That's something we never saw on the series.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Now that is too cool! (both memories) Was that the photo of Del Floria's at Christmas that you posted in the Canteen? :D

Thanks for sharing those memories!