Thank you Coloradolady for hosting Vintage Thursdays for the Apron Queen.
Today~~I'm walking down memory lane.
My Dad's song at Christmastime, was always this one. You better watch out...was his mantra from Thanksgiving to Christmas Eve. We NEVER put our tree up until Christmas Eve. Can you believe that? It must have been some old bohemian custom that he kept alive. It just killed my brothers and I. We always figured that we were the last household in America, heck, the world, to put up a tree!
My Mom still has a few of these shiny bright ornaments. I always loved the jewel tone colors. Her decorations are pretty sparse these days at age 91. What few that are left, are carefully boxed and put away.
Y'know, in the 50's and 60's, it seemed that everyone smoked, even Santa apparently! Advertising was full of smokers; but a smokin' Santa seems absolutely outrageous!
My mother's sweeper was a clone to this one. It swept up the pine needles and broken ornaments for many a year.
This was a popular album when I was a child. That Como crooner could make women melt; especially with holiday tunes.
The Chipmunks were more our speed. My brothers and I wore this album out! We got a new hi-fi, and this particular album, for my family's first Christmas in our newly built house, circa 1961. We circled the hi-fi, giggling at the high pitched voices. My kids loved it as well, then on cassette, in the late 70's, early 80's.
Did every American Christmas tree have bubble lites on it? They were always so mysterious, and a marvel to watch. Now, you can get a night light-bubble light. A six foot pine tree with its boughs laden with bubble lights was a sight to behold!
You'll shoot your eye out! Can you believe this toy gun was only $2.95?
Those Christmases of our childhood, in the 50's, especially, were wonderful. Memory is such a wonderful gift from God; it brings such joy to experience happy times over and over again.