Ummm…I know it has been a long time since my last post…I was actually going to give up my blog…then I ran into one problem…I missed it and I missed telling all of you my crazy thoughts and I missed sharing my photo sessions with you all too! So if I still have any loyal readers out there…please forgive me for leaving you high and dry. I will do all that I can to not do that to you again. Oh yeah…if you have the time or the inclination…I would love some comments sent back! Blogging is meant to be interactive, so please, drop me a comment or two. I would really appreciate it.
So what to blog on for my first day back…I decided to go back in time to a story that I wrote. I thought it befitting to share this story with you all on this Christmas Eve. I originally wrote this about 6 years ago. I hope you enjoy !
A Little Girl’s Carolina Christmas
It was one of North Carolina’s cold Christmases, but there was no snow. I think it was the year of 1972 or 1973. My Dad was an avid coon hunter and, as all NC coon hunters know, Christmas Eve is a great time for being out in the woods with the hunting dogs and carbide lights. It was turning out to be a clear, cold week. My family decided it was a great time to take an old school bus, that Dad had turned into a camper, and go stay at my Grandfather’s old, abandoned homestead (in Chinquapin, NC) for the Christmas holiday. This way my Dad and my brothers could coon hunt and we could have a Christmas vacation at the same time. We were a family of 3 boys and 3 girls, but there were only 5 of us still at home. So off we went in an old school bus to spend Christmas in the woods!
As I look back at that Christmas Eve and Christmas day, I remember much more than a lack of running water, lights and heat. I can remember my 2 sisters and I tramping through the woods looking for a Christmas tree to cut down and bring back to the old abandoned house. We found a small pine tree that stood about 3 1/2 feet tall (big to us!), and we cut it down with a pocket knife. We were so proud to have found that little tree. We decorated it with things we found in the woods; small pine cones, holly leaves and berries, acorns and anything else we could find. We had some colored paper that we used to make a paper chain with. There was a star made from the tin foil that had been wrapped around the turkey that my mom brought with us for our Christmas dinner. That was the prettiest Christmas tree I had ever seen. We were so proud and happy just being there. We girls all bundled up on an old mattress that night with quilts from the school bus camper. Yes, it was cold, but not to us. Our love and happiness (along with a couple of quilts of course) kept us warm through the night. Sleep finally settled over us to the sound of an ol’ blue-tick hound treeing a ‘coon.
As we woke up the next morning what we saw and what we felt was not the frost on the inside of the windows, nor the bite in the air. We just wanted to check and see if it had snowed. There was no snow, but there was the tinfoil star shining in the morning sun. And what JOY we felt in our hearts when we saw that Santa had found us in the woods and brought us all an unexpected gift.
That is the kind of Christmas that bonds families, and gives the sweetest memories. What else could ever be so important as a family full of love. Of all the Christmases that I can remember where gifts flowed freely, and food was plentiful, this is the one that I remember the most. No, we didn’t have many creature comforts nor things money can buy, but we had the greatest love there is, the love of a family with all it’s faults, happy just being together.
by Lorrie Kennedy
Today’s images are from our last snow. They were taken on Dec 20th from my bedroom window. Hope you see what I saw as I looked out my window that day.