|An English Robin|
Here we all are in 1962 living in the middle of the Canadian prairies with a 'real winter'. The Santa at the base of the tree was on every Christmas tree right up to 1995.
Now its 1965 or so and I have a new brother and another sister or two.... I'm wearing my new pyjamas that I opened on Christmas eve.
We spent a New Year's Eve at a friend of my parents who owed this beach house right over the water. The tide is out in the picture but when the tide was in, it came right up under the house and you could slip straight into the water via a trapdoor in the deck. I was close to being fifteen at the time so its a brand new 1971.
Here's the picnic and then a walk in dunes and along the beach....
Dad went through a black and white film phase but let me assure you, the beach is beautiful!
I found a colour version!
Many years later, my strangest Christmas was in 1984 when I spent two weeks on the railroad with Bruce. He was placed as senior engineer on the Via Passenger train and his run was between Vancouver and Boston Bar. Of the seven round trips in a two week period, I was on five of them. Christmas dinner in the beanery, New Years party by accident and breakfast on New Years morning in a dining car going through the Fraser Canyon in a snow storm, with Bruce running the train back to Vancouver. It was a fun memory!
Speaking of Bruce, I found this old picture of one of his early Christmases in northern Ontario. Cute little nipper... He's only two or three here, so roughly 1948 to 1949.
|Bruce with his train set.... an early start at his future career!|
So where ever you are in the world and what ever your holiday tradition is, I hope you are in the company of good friends and family!
Wishing you and yours all the very best, and a healthy 2020!