But lets move on to less stressful times. I give you a picture of Christmas long past:
I'm the one playing school. My blackboard was probably my favorite gift from Santa.
I love, love, loved to play school, and of course I made my three brothers be my pupils. And I made them dumb, too, just so I could mark all over their "papers" with my red pencil (shows how old I am, teachers used the half blue, half red pencils to grade papers). I love to look closely at the photo to see what I can notice. Maybe I got a cash register, too? If I did I was too enamored of my blackboard to remember. I love the little brother in front in the gown...he had cried and carried-on so much over my grandmother making my sister and I a new nightgown that she went right home and made him one. He proudly wore it all winter. My sister in the background got a jewelry box that had a twirling ballerina when you opened the lid. Lots of fun stuff that Christmas. Such bittersweet memories, I miss my mother so much this time of year. She loved Christmas and having her family over to celebrate. Hope you're having a great Friday. Thanks for stopping by and sharing a moment in the past.