Holiday memories: Day one

So, I had a thought.

Half a thought, actually…as my brain cell capacity is still rebooting from the past two months of chaos in my reality…but a thought nonetheless.

I’m not Lupus.

I’m not diabetes.

I’m not fibromyalgia.

I’m a woman with a story…and I want to share that story so there’s no question about the “me” that is “Me.”

So…….I am going to share little snippets of “Me.” as I grew up an Air Force brat only child, many times provinces and countries away from our core family… during the holidays…photos, recipes and the like!

Sound like a plan?? 😀

Our holidays often included travel. I lived in eight different cities in the first thirteen years of my life. Not too drastic, but two years here…three years there…ten months of…where was I again? Three of those years were in Colorado Springs, Colorado. My dad was stationed at NORAD.

These pictures were taken when I was 2.5 – 3.5 years old. We’d traveled from either North Bay and Kingston, to my grandparents home. I was the only grandchild at that time.

My grandmother reading me "T'was the Night Before Christmas"...I miss her dearly...she passed away before my daughter was born.

My grandmother reading me “T’was the Night Before Christmas”…I miss her dearly…she passed away before my daughter was born.

 

My grandma was a light in my life.

I remember she would also touch me…rubbing my arm, or my back. She would hum as she cooked.

I remember the excitement of going to grandma’s house as the obvious: “We’re gonna have SO much to EAT!” 😀

 

Santa always put my stocking at the end of my bed...

Santa always put my stocking at the end of my bed…

 

 

Santa always put my stocking at the end of my bed…I remember I would slowly wake up, then slide my foot down to the bottom of the sheets, hoping and praying that I’d feel something heavy blocking its route 😉

33 D’arcy Macgee. Toronto, Ontario. I will always remember the address and the memories flood me with happiness and lil’ bit of escapism during the present chaos of my reality. I went on to Google Maps and looked it up, just for shits’n’giggles.

Made my heart happy. True story.

What is a memory from your childhood that you cherish? Holidays are meant to be with family, no matter the faith or circumstance <3

 

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