The Gathering Room

  photo  of the garage dad built in the 1950's . You'll never know how many memories come flooding back from a single picture taken years ago. This particular day, we had driven down to Lee Center early afternoon to help mom get the evening meal preparations started. It was a gorgeous day in the afternoon, with the sun glistening on new fallen snow . I was missing dad , remembering when he built this garage, which would become his work shed and later mom's garden shed. He hand poured the cement blocks himself and let me help with sifting gravel from sand through a screen. He poured a new sidewalk from the house at that same time. The garage stood for over 60 years and served the folks well . On this particular Christmas day, Bob , I, and kids got to moms place early , and I hung a grapevine wreath on the garage window, which stayed there until the house was sold a few years later. Once again, I recall my parents, missing them , my brothers , plus family memers lost ... and the good memories they gave us each Christmas. May each of you be making some good memories your children will one day remember and cherish. Merry Christmas !

 

 

• Karen Wellman Roth I remember climbing up the garage door through the outside opening into the attic . Our clubhouse! Saved popsicle wrappers, bubble gum sports cards, etc. lots of wasps too!

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• Helen Page I miss the old homeplace and all the happy moments with in the property. I remember collecting popsicle wrappers (out of gutters mainly) and sending them in for a snake ring with a green glass eye. That all came to a halt during the polio scare. Mom thought flys might be causing polio so we could no long collect popsicle wrappers, etc. for fear of getting polio. We had a neighbor toddler who died of polio. Then DDT came into use to kill flies; little did they know at that time what DDT would do to you. I miss the Christmas's at Mom and Dads house and my children do too.

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  •  Helen Page Karen Wellman Roth Mom and Dad taught us values instead of placing material things first. Once when I was at a ladies meeting at Christmas time we were supposed to tell what our favorite toy was when gifted at Christmas. I couldn't remember a toy but thought about how I loved Christmas the way Mom and Dad did it. Toys were not the focal point, decorating, cookies, Christmas at home with our family, decorating the tree, etc. etc. When it came to my turn, all i could say...."we were poor and didn't know it. We had a wonderful family Christmas and I will always cherish the memories".
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