The two attachments exemplify what Christmas means to me. The first is a sketch my father did at the age of 12. The year was 1921. My mom was a mere 4 months old, it would not be until 1941 that they would meet.
Dad came from a large family of 5 boys and 3 girls. Mom had only one brother by the time I was born. Every Christmas the family would go to church. The French Catholics would attend their respective churches and we French Protestants would attend Bethany Presbyterian.
Dad would be Santa after services and presents would be handed out to all the children. We would jump into Dads car afterwards and head out to our home where all his family would congregate to celebrate "Le Reveillon".
The dining room table would be set with a feast of turkey, ham, tortiere, mashed potatoes, green peas and turnip or parsnip. Dad would stand at the head of the table and slice the meats while the women would fill the plates with vegetables. Carols would be sung, drinks poured and the buzz of conversation reverberated around the house.
We kids would sit in the living room and torment each other, giggling and poking while trying to guess what Santa would bring for us. As exhausted as we were after this day of revelry we had a hard time falling asleep we were so excited about the coming morning.
The second photo is of Roz and I taken in 1947 at our flat on Osbourne Ave in Verdun.
It truly was a wonder life.
Merry Christmas Marty, Joyeux Noel Louise
May you and your family be blessed this Holy Season
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