A Room Remembered, 824 Liberty Street, The Burg.
The house I grew up in.
Christmas Cards were Hung on this Bannister (and some years
we put twinkle lights and garlands on it).
We often had our Christmas Tree in the corner and
had a fake fireplace decoration we put near that.
There was a mirror on the wall in the room we all looked
at as we combed our hair before heading out the door.
Mom and Dad and my Sisters and Brothers and my Grandma and I
walked up and down these steps. So did our cats and dogs and
rabbit.
Did your Christmas Tree go in the same place each year?
Did you hang Christmas Cards on the Bannister? Did you have
a mirror on the wall you quickly looked at as you combed your
hair heading out the door?
A Room Remembered. God Bless The Ole Burg:)
UPDATE:
Jersey Grrrl said...
Mack, I just love your blog - for these kinds of posts that
bring back "the little things" that you don't even realize are
in your memory ... but there they are!
In our semi-detached house on Tyler Street, in the block closest
to TCHS, we did always put our Christmas tree in the same place.
Our living room had a "clipped corner" (not sure why), and it
seemed just tailor-made for a Christmas tree, so that's where it
went. We, too, had a fake fireplace - it was actually made of
corrugated cardboard ("put Tab A into Slot B") made to look like
a red brick fireplace with black mantel - so that would be brought
down from the attic and placed in the living room so we could hang
our stockings! Christmas cards were taped to the bannister on the
main staircase, just like yours were!
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And there is my orange tiger cat all curled up in the manger. Darned cat used to clear all of the statues to snooze by the heat of the bulb for the "Star of Bethlehem". Yes the tree was always in the nook at the base of the stairs so that it could be wired to the banister.
There were some happy times and some bitter sweet sad ones. Mom and I dragging the "fifty cent" Christmas tree home in the snow. We had to wait till the last minute because we couldn't afford one and the price took a nose dive in the evening before. Dad, well he lost his job and was off searching the country somewhere. That was when GE closed. I guess those were the start of Trenton's tough times with GE, Curtis and plant after plant heading south. I left Circle F just before they shut the doors and headed for Carolina.
The cards hung from the banister with the garland and poinsettia and is it my nose or the trees don't smell as strong?
Who put the tree in coal? I learned a lot of new words with my Dad trying to get the tree straight and to him, it wasn't the "darned cat" either. It was pretty funny to watch him try to hold "his Irish" like when the cat climbed the tree with broken balls and lead tinsel all over.
How about shorting out the American Flyer with tinsel across the tracks?
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