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December 4, 2011 at 10:44 am
Charles N. Barnard quote
December 4, 2011 at 12:52 pm
TINSEL !!!!! Xoxoxoxo
December 4, 2011 at 4:59 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I did promise no more trees without tinsel!
December 4, 2011 at 1:08 pm
yes Hedley, only if properly placed. As kids we would just throw it on.
December 4, 2011 at 2:22 pm
Clumping the tinsel always drew criticism…but individual stranding was too demanding. I needed to get that letter to Father Christmas written, on to the fire and up the chimney.
December 4, 2011 at 5:03 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I always loved yours went in the fire and up the chimney-so much more colorful than the post office, but then how would we have known he was really Santa Claus in Miracle on 34th Street?
December 4, 2011 at 5:02 pm
Morpfy,
I’d start out tith a single strange but soon enough boredom hit me, and I’d toss the clumbs. My mother, of the single strand school of thought, sent us away so she could finish. The tree always looked beautiful.
December 4, 2011 at 7:10 pm
Morphy and Kat
Let’s be honest, we clumped.
December 4, 2011 at 1:16 pm
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_3ngTHs6gA&w=640&h=360]
December 4, 2011 at 5:07 pm
Bubba,
That was beautiful. I even watched twice so I wouldn’t miss a single tree.
December 4, 2011 at 1:22 pm
December 4, 2011 at 5:08 pm
Sorry, Bubba, but this was disabled.
December 4, 2011 at 11:42 pm
My Dear Hedley,
Okay, I admit it. I clumped!
December 6, 2011 at 9:14 pm
Oh, my Lord! You found a ringer for my father’s Christmas trees!! He didn’t mind if they had large gaps, or tilted in the holder. As long as they were cheap. My mother became a master of concealing the gaps with foil icicles. The house pictured even has a bay window, as mine did in 1950’s Troy, NY.
December 6, 2011 at 9:39 pm
Jay Bird,
It looks like that poor tree needs hundreds of icicles. My mother would say it is a feather tree-she had miniatures which looked like that.
My father hated to pay a lot for a tree too. Ours were more decidedly fuller when my mother started to pick them out.