Ilove the holidays, I always have. From my earliest days of walking along Paramus Road in late autumn to pick up pinecones that had fallen from the giant trees to make decorations, I remember the holidays with fondness.
I remember my mother and grandmother sitting in the kitchen, breaking up all of the bread into pieces to make stuffing for the turkey. I remember the turnips (I love them!), the mashed potatoes, the Brussels sprouts, and even the chestnuts that my mother would roast in the oven. I was never much for the canned cranberry sauce, but oh how my five siblings fought over it. Then, of course, there was the homemade apple pie. My mother never seemed to master the art of the bottom crust, but we loved it just the same. I was a kid in the 1960s. I watched
A Charlie Brown Christmas when it first aired. I wore a stocking cap and pea coat and walked to the Ridgewood Duck Pond with my ice skates. We had a fake tree that was showered with lights and garlands from Christmas City in Paramus. My parents would wake us up at dawn on Christmas morning with the big movie camera lights blinding us as we attacked our piles of presents.
Each of us has special memories of the holidays – from Thanksgiving to Hanukkah, to Christmas and New Year’s, even to the Epiphany, which signals the end of the season. No matter which of the holidays you celebrate, they have one very important thing in common. They all revolve around one thing – family.
From all of us at (201) Family, we wish you a happy and joyful holiday season.