I wrote about my sister Verna and my first Christmas with presents but there are more stories to be told. As a youngster we were no different than all the families around us in that we had the necessities of life but there was no money for extras. In the fall we were so lucky to open THE parcel from Eaton’s. Of course we had poured over the catalogue for hours picking out all the things we would like to have but actually we were so happy with what Mom and Dad had ordered for us. Mostly there was clothes and boots for the upcoming school year.
Another parcel from Eaton’s?
By the 1940’s there would be another parcel that arrived shortly before Christmas and of course we were not allowed to see the contents. We were hoping there would be some Christmas presents and sure enough we were not disappointed Christmas morning.
Christmas for me has always been all about family and friends. With our large family (originally ten kids) and our cousins one half mile away (11 kids) we were a large contingent. You may remember my Dad’s twin brother Paul was married to my Mom’s sister Beda.
January 24 was the twins, Peter and Paul’s, Birthday and that was often a time for a celebration dinner for the two families.
Now as you can imagine we were not invited for dinner very often to anyone’s place. We lived 14 miles from the village of Strongfield, Saskatchewan and there were not many families anywhere close to us. I heard once that when you are married and have one or two children you have lots of dinner invitations. After you have three children the invitations drop considerably. When the fourth child arrives you may as well not even think about an invitation. A chance for the whole family to go to friends for dinner was a rare and exciting time.
During the holiday season one year neighbors invited both Peter and Paul’s family to their home for dinner. What an undertaking! There were only six in the Snustead family so this was a major job to have over 20 people for a turkey dinner.
The house was small and crowded with such a gang and I remember it was a happpy time. The food was very good and some dishes were different than what we had at home. I would never pass up trying new things so I took everything in front of me! Probably too much.
The most memorable happening that evening came out of the mouth of one of my very young cousins, Garry. He was just a bit more than a year younger than his brother Eldon (who was my age) and was pretty shy. I think Eldon did most of the talking for Garry. We were finished dinner and on to dessert of apple pie. Garry was having a bit of a problem with the pie crust and for once spoke up loud and clear for everyone to hear.
I can’t eat the board!
Needless to say from that time on in our family “the board” was generally used to refer to pie crust that was not exactly tender and flaky!
More stories to come….
We definitely called the piecrust “the board” (but only if it was tough) in our house but I didn’t know it came from Garry! Great story.
Thanks Heather. I am glad you liked the story. Now you know!
I remember the Eaton`s orders. They would send them early in the Fall because they were a long time coming. And then when they did come, there were a lot of items that were already sold out and weren`t shippped. Socks and mittens were favorite choices. Did your stocking always have a lump of coal in it? We always had large dinners with 25 to 30 people. And we always had jellied salad which we rarely see anymore. Remember the red, white and green layers?
Thanks for this post. And Happy Holidays to everyone.
We didn’t have the jellied salads when I was young. We each received a bag of goodies at the school Christmas Concert: an apple, an orange and lots of hard candy. Happy Holdiays to you and yours.
I enjoyed reading this Christmas story! I do recall hearing that story about my uncle Garry’s comment. What a Christmas dinner that must have been. Merry Christmas.
Thanks for reading my stories. I love to hear comments. Sometimes I get lazy and nothing gets written for days. Then I wake up at 4:00 a.m. and write for hours before breakfast! Merry Christmas.
I use to love it when my mom would talk about growing up on the farm. I miss my mom the most at Christmas so reading this story and imagining her at the dinner party too was nice.