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It was a long time ago when us three
kids lived on our farm with my Mom and
Dad. Our nearest neighbour was a mile down
the unplowed country road. On Christmas
day, Mother and neighbour Phyllis would
get on the old crank phones and say Merry
Christmas to each family.
It was a bad time of year for the flu and head
colds to be brought home from our schools
that often made all five of us sick. This year
was no dierent but much worse. Mother
passed on the bad news to neighbour Phyllis
that all of us were barely able to crawl out
of bed to do any of the normal farm chores,
and that there would be no Christmas dinner
and little else to eat.
A couple of hours later, we looked up at our
road gate to see Neighbour Tracy struggling
through a fresh 18” snowfall carrying a
big pack on his back. He wouldn’t come
in the house but passed in a big pot from
his backpack that was full of freshly made
chicken soup. This was our Christmas dinner,
and there couldn’t have been a better
choice for a family who were all too
sick to make anything to eat for
themselves.
~Allan Warner, The Waterford
OUR
FAVOURITE
CHRISTMAS
TREATS
Candy cigarettes on Christmas
morning. It was the only time
we were allowed to have them.
They were in our Christmas
stocking along with oranges,
nuts and a small toy. We were
allowed to open our stockings
before breakfast. I would sit
with my dad after breakfast
and pretend I was smoking
with him.
~Diane Mills, Sunridge Gardens
Brown paper bag at church
with nuts and mandarin orange
~Johanna Karse, The Wexford
Christmas fruit cake. My
parents had a bakery and my
father made Christmas cakes to
sell in the shop even during the
war when stu was rationed.
~Sheila Baker, The Waterford
Toee apples. Mom made them
with sprinkles.
~Desley Cook, The Wexford
Christmas pudding with lots of
fruit in it. My mom would make
it for us with a special syrup on
top!
~Gordon Phillips, Magnolia Gardens
“Keep a positive attitude. If you can,
keep communicating with as many
family and friends. I use Facetime, this is
the best invention ever made.”
~Jill Carroll, Sunridge Gardens