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Finished the main tree today.
Sunday, December 05, 2004We have three...we have a tiny one for the bay window, that I put my very small train set around (My father is into model train...he has a beautiful layout. For a time, I was into a smaller scale of trains, because 1) we had a set no one was using, from my grandfather, 2) I love small things...I have a dollhouse, too...3) it was companionable. And I like building things.) the tree, and we decorate the window. We then have, downstairs (where we don't really live anymore...) the tree I had in my apartment. The main tree is the upstairs one...it's a very tall tree, made up of two smaller trees. It's sort of skinny, and until you get the branches covered, you can tell that they did, indeed, come from two different trees of vastly different ages. Tinsel, here, is your friend. I ended up finishing it by myself, as the 'rents went out to buy some groceries, (the stove had blown up -- the bake element began melting...and it didn't stop until we shut the breaker off.) and so they decided to have sandwiches tonight. (It should be an easy fix, if, heaven willing, we get a new element. I took the old one out easy.) So I had time to think, as I worked, about history. Christmas trees are sort of time capsules of family history. Some of them are very old, and are loosing their paint. Some were dropped and carefully glued back together, but you definitely tell, so it gets hidden in the back of the tree. Some are ugly, and some are very beautiful. I used to ask mum why she hung up some of the truly ugly ones her mum had bought, and she sort of shrugs and says, "Well, they're ours." So my tree and its ornaments are very much symbolic of my family. It has things that are good and bad, shiny and dull, and we make do with what we have. And it's made up of more than just the three of us...people on both sides of the family have had, whether they know it or not, a say in what goes on the tree. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 3:05 PM 0 comments |