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Thursday, 19 December 2013
Christmas is a very nostalgic time for me; my most poignant memories going back to the early 1950's.
Now that my parents are no longer with us (and haven't been since the 1980's), I find myself looking back to those wonderful Christmases of times past. No TV, carol singing with friends, and making endless paper chains in the kitchen.
Christmas was always pleasantly chaotic. My mother bought far too many presents (not that we complained), far too big a Turkey (up to 14 kilos), and far too much food in general (post-war siege mentality).
My parents also threw classic Cocktail Parties with cheese-n-pineapple on sticks, Black Sobranie cigarettes, and huge bowls of fruity spiced punch. We, of course, could only listen to the revelries from the upstairs landing; but we enjoyed them anyway.
And, can you believe it, we even had actual lit candles on the Christmas tree! The candles (a bit like cake candles) fitted into clip-on tin plate holders; the fire hazard must have been appalling, although no-one mentioned that at the time.
Christmas morning was without question the most exciting moment of the whole year.
If I had a time machine, I would set the dial to 9am on the 25th of December 1952; I would have been 6, and life would have been just PERFECT.
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The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!