I'm thinking of a Schmidt Christmas.
Just like the ones at Grandma's house.
Where the gifts were money,
and Santa funny. With her homemade toffee in our mouths.
I thought you would like to see what Dad's home looks like now that it's a gift shop called, The Lavender House. Black awnings, a new door and porch, rockwork and a nice parking lot where the old horse chestnut tree used to be. We'll have to go inside someday to see what they have done. I will take pictures if possible and post them.
Do you remember the Christmas dinners when the table was extended to the max, about 16 feet. Those lacy table cloths, the wall to wall cousins and the generous gifts they gave. Grandma was a great cook & made the same kind of gravy that Dad now does. Every year Marion would get her busy making chocolates and share a box with each of us. Eventually the gang became so large, we moved to the church for our party. They aren't the same, but it is good to get together to see everyone.
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