The best thing about memories is making them.
What makes a memory? I guess for many of us it’s something we remember from the past. One of the better memories I have of my childhood, was my dad reading The Night Before Christmas to me, my sister and brother every Christmas Eve. We would make him read it over and over. When I moved out of my parent’s house, the childhood book stayed at my parent’s home. Since it was kept in the dresser drawer of my old bedroom furniture, my sister became the owner of this cherished book.
When I had my daughter and she was old enough for me to read her the same story on Christmas Eve, I searched high and low for a book similar in design to the book I knew from my childhood. I found just the perfect book. In 1996 I gave her the book and the rest became our special memory. Her dad and I divorced when she was only 3, so she and I became extremely close. Maybe more than most moms and daughters at that age. She was 5 when I gave her this very special book. And, like me, she cherished this story being read to her every Christmas Eve. I inscribed the book , so one day, she would remember why I gave her this book. One day she too will be able to share this very book, and this special memory with her children.
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Until next time … Deb
Christmas memories are something we all have in common. When I pull out my Christmas boxes they flood my thoughts. A couple of these items bring back special memories for me. The gold box was given to me as a gift by a sweet young lady in our church and was filled with homemade snickerdoodle cookies. She has grown into a beautiful and talented woman and has authored three books. She is currently working on another series. Click here to see her work.
The second item is my stocking I used as a child. This treasured stocking was handmade by my Mom. She used cookie cutters as the pattern for the three shapes attached by sequins. My siblings each had one too. It isn’t easy to create something special, let alone something that lasts for as long as this has.
Using this stocking as a pattern, I made three more for my girls when they were young. They don’t use them now, but they continue to hang in my house bringing back special memories for me of days gone by.
I chose a flatlay for this photo, using a white foam board as the background.
Camera Settings: 50 mm, 1/125 sec at f/4.5, ISO 400
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