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Memories of Christmases past: Growing up in a parsonage

Toys were opened. Then Christmas service: After all the packages were opened on Christmas, in some of our appointments, we left our gifts under the tree and went to Church. Christmas didn't have to have fallen on Sunday for us to have a Christmas service at the Church. Somehow it was just fitting that we had a Church service on Christmas Day. Then home to a sumptious Christmas dinner. - MARTHA BERRY

By Martha Berry

Even growing up in various parsonages, our Christmas was not much different than other peoples. With four children, it was a busy time for my parents.


I don't know where the trees came from. Maybe Dad went out and chopped them down, or maybe someone got them for him. I don't remember seeing Christmas trees being sold on the street. Dad was a farm boy so chopping down trees would not have been unheard of for him.

We had already been to Louisville to do one day of shopping. I remember going to a store on Broadway call "Bill's" where Mom and Dad bought some of our Christmas.

How they got everything bought and home with all of us with them is a mystery to this day.

Anyway, we always had ceiling high green trees. I remember my brother Ed strung the lights, and he was the one who always threw the tinsel on the tree when all the ornaments and everything else was on the branches. What glorious trees they were!

After all the packages were opened on Christmas, in some of our appointments, we left our gifts under the tree and went to Church. Christmas didn't have to have fallen on Sunday for us to have a Christmas service at the Church. Somehow it was just fitting that we had a Church service on Christmas Day. Then home to a sumptious Christmas dinner.

We always had extra people. A Grandparent always lived with us, whether Dad's mother or Mother's parents.

A cousin of Grandmother Goodson's was usually with us.

She always got us going early Chrustmas Day by an old English custom of going down the hall about dawn calling "Christmas Gift, Christmas Gift".

All 4 children then tumbled out into the hall to go downstairs to see what Santa had brought.

I ALWAYS had my doll. One year Cousin Lorraine had put among the branches of the tree a little silver compact with a dollar bill in it and one year, she had been to Europe and her gift to me was a beautiful porcelain hand from France. I still have both.

My dolls lived with us for many years, until they were just too old and worn to keep any more. The electric Lional train of Ed's and Vic's is long gone, but the rememberances will be with us forever.

Such beautiful Christmas memories of growing up in a parsonage. - MARTHA BERRY


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