Merry Christmas to Y'all
Last night on Christmas Eve I spent the evening with my family. The usual feast after Christmas Eve Mass was had, but the stories that are told about things from Christmas past is what I most love.
My Uncle is the best one for telling stories of what it was like to grow up in the early 40's. While I had them all together I asked my mother, aunts, uncles and my father to come up with some old sayings for things that we do not use any longer. This should be great fun and a future blog post.
I also love talking to my family about the toys of their past Christmases. My mother and aunt had gotten their last dolls for Christmas 59 years ago at the ages of 12 and 11. Every Christmas Eve my mother and my aunt put the dolls together again to spend their birthday Christmas together just as they were 59 years ago under the Christmas tree.
Last night I decided to photograph the dolls together where my mother had placed them. There in the middle of them was my mother's beloved Mr. Bingle.
Mr. Bingle's presence led my uncle into tales of old New Orleans and of the days Mr. Bingle brought such joy to him and his siblings.