“I never had any desire to live anywhere but Greenwood, and the huge oak tree in the backyard which he [Russell] protected with stakes when it was just a twig next to the swing set reminds us that this really is where our roots are. At least our children will never be in the position their Daddy has been of not being able to call any place his childhood home.
“There are so many memories that are important to me, but I think probably the Christmases stand out most of all, those wonderful Christmas Eve’s with all the family here for our Christmas party. We started having the party at our house in 1952 after Mama had been sick. Before that we all ended up over at the Stott house at one time or another on Christmas Eve but there was really no party. Our crowd grew each year and often included some outside the immediate family. We first served them from the kitchen counter, but as the family got larger we moved the food to the back porch, along with the bar.
“Our decorations grew too until the big attic is now half full of Christmas decorations. For many years we dressed up a life-size Santa Claus who wore a realistic false face complete with beard from Sears, a suit which Pam had worn in a program, and the big black riding boots which Russell had taken off a dead German officer during the war. He sat in the ‘Grandpa rocker,’ which belonged to Mama’s Daddy, and had his bag beside him filled with little favors we made for the children who were invited over to see him and get a Christmas cookie. We would have continued to have him with us at Christmas if his rubber face had not turned yellow in the attic and made him look jaundiced and the rabbit fur which adorned his suit started to shred. We still have the boots.”
It’s going to take a while to describe Sara’s Christmas obsession, so tune in over the next day or two. I promise it will put you in the holiday mood and make you tired before Thanksgiving has come and gone.