This year, I put my beautiful Christmas tree up on Thanksgiving evening. I started decorating it that night; but I didn’t finish the job. I hesitate to call it a job, because it’s not a job, it’s a labor of love. I took a few days to finish. I wanted to savor the experience of decorating it. I’m very happy with the results, which you can see above. I love Christmas; I start feeling the stirring of the Christmas spirit in me before Thanksgiving. It’s all I can do to wait until Thanksgiving to start my tree. And I live in a pretty-much snow-less town: Seattle, Washington. When it snows for Christmas, I really get into the mood!
It wasn’t always like this. In the mid-1980’s, I pretty much stopped celebrating Christmas, when what I perceived as its crass commercialization became too much for me to stomach. I felt bombarded by advertisements everywhere I went. I just couldn’t take it any longer. I decided the easiest thing to do would be to just ignore the holiday. And that’s what I did, for a few years. People at the bank where I worked would cheerfully inquire about my Christmas plans, and I’d explain how I had developed a habit of just ignoring the whole thing. What a buzz-killer that must have been for them! And, working at a bank was stressful. I could have used a joyous holiday to help me cope with that stress. But instead, I just got more stressed during the holidays.
A funny thing happened in 1987. I married an atheist who liked to celebrate Christmas to the max. We made a strange couple: a Christian guy who ignored Christmas, and a female non-believer, who absolutely had to have a tree, presents, carols – all the trappings. During our engagement, and during the first year of our marriage, Sally Jo had to celebrate Christmas solo – well, we’d be together, but I would not be doing any celebrating. It’s crazy, because as a child, I absolutely loved Christmas.
I’ve blogged before about how fabulous Christmas was when I was growing up. I’ve written of the manger display my folks set up in the parsonage where we lived, in Lower Naches, WA (a little town outside of Yakima), and about celebrating Christmas at the church where Daddy preached. I’ve also blogged about celebrating Christmas at Hoover Elementary School. Christmas was big in the Yakima area in the 50’s and 60’s. Yakima Avenue’s business district was beautifully decorated for a good month. Santa Claus rode through town on a motorized sleigh. The Newberry’s department store basement literally became a child’s winter wonderland, the way it overflowed with fantastic toys, games, dolls, miniature robots, sports equipment.
My family always had a beautiful, live tree, festooned with the most wonderful ornaments, and those crazy aluminum ice sickles we flung all over the tree. I still owned a couple of those ornaments – very few; but some. But as I mentioned above, in the mid-80’s I became stressed out by the commercialization of such a wonderful time of the year — a time of celebration; and I more or less turned my back on Christmas. I didn’t bother getting a tree for a few years, so those old family ornaments sat in a box, on a shelf, in the closet.
Things changed in the fall of 1988, when I found myself in my favorite little antique store in Seattle’s Pioneer Square, Old Firehouse Antiques. Marge and Fred Dau, the kindly owners (and they really were!), offered an amazing array of old things: decorative items, furniture, gadgets, pottery, pictures, and yes, Christmas ornaments. One day, while browsing for vintage decorative objects (old stuff) which potentially would fit into the apartment Sally Jo and I shared, I spied a large table filled with vintage and hand-crafted Christmas ornaments. I was definitely not in the store to buy that type of item. But, I stopped, picked up one of the ornaments, and examined it carefully. I really looked at it. And I felt drawn back to my childhood memories. The ornament I chose to pick up was the German door harp, seen below.
I examined the rest of the ornaments on the big old table. I noticed how some of them really had some age on them. And I admired their hand-crafted charm and uniqueness. There were ornaments from countries far and wide. And then, I saw how inexpensively priced they were. Marge and Fred were practically giving them away. – Perhaps that was their way of encouraging folks like me to get into, and stay in the spirit of the season. I walked out of Old Firehouse Antiques with a couple of sacks just full of old Christmas ornaments.
I brought the ornaments home, showed them to Sally Jo, and she loved them. It wasn’t too many weeks before the time came to find a tree, and set it up for Christmas. This time, I went with Sally Jo, helped pick out a tree, and helped decorate it. We used decorations from her existing collection, from my small family collection, and we used those I purchased from Marge and Fred. My, oh, my, was our little Doug Fir beautiful on Christmas 1988. Not only that, but I regained the Christmas spirit! Hanging those vintage and hand-made ornaments on the pretty, green tree brought back wonderful memories of my Lower Naches and Yakima childhood. At 39 years of age, I had the spirit of Christmas reborn in me.
The photos you see here show some of the ornaments I picked up from Marge and Fred, way back in the 80’s. (Marge and Fred were getting elderly even then; Marge passed away the day after Christmas in 2012, and Fred passed in January of 2014. Their two antique stores are closed forever.)
There are also a couple of photos of ornaments which have been in my family (a family of one now, as Sally Jo has passed on) since 1952. And, there are a few photos of ornaments I’ve picked up in the ensuing years, since the late 80’s. I hope you enjoy seeing them, and I hope that, if your Christmas spirit needs a little boost, my story will help. It’s amazing what picking up an old ornament in a little Pioneer Square antique store did for me. Merry Christmas, friends.
I am thinking this is Russian. Any guesses?
Well, it’s time to put the tree up once more! I’d like to thank all the folks in the Yakima area who helped form me, who helped instill the love of Christmas in me. I consider myself fortunate to have had such a magical childhood, which included great Christmas celebrations. Please be extra kind this season, and spread the love to everyone you meet. They may or may not celebrate in the same manner as you; but remember, we need to be spreading the love these days. — And, there are those folks, on Facebook and elsewhere, who seek to divide us over many things. Don’t let them! Let’s come together in December 2018, and make new memories, together! Blessings.
Please share your thoughts/stories/memories with me in the comments section.
Sometime in the early 1990’s, Sally Jo and I were at Seattle’s People’s Mercantile, in late November, shopping for items like winter gloves and scarves — winter warmers. We noticed some beautiful Christmas trees for sale. They were not only great trees; they were reasonably priced. And get this: they were organic! Well, we had never had an organic tree. So we returned a few days later, and bought a pretty one. As per usual, we decorated that tree to the max. Every morning when we woke up, the first thing we would do was to go look at the beautiful tree. And one morning, about a week after we bought the tree, we saw dozens, if not hundreds, of baby spiders hanging from the branches via little tiny webs! I’ve heard of a living Christmas tree, but that was ridiculous! That was the last time we sprang for an organic tannenbaum.