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On another forum I had ask what was the worst and best gift you'd ever gotten. Something the poster "Everybody has one" said brought back a memory for me. It was his worst and at the same time best gift. It made me smile because it brought back a memory.
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"You reminded me of something. Not a bad gift but a memory that makes me smile. Smile now that is. One year I hunted and found my "Santa" gift and ohhhhhhhhh it was just what I had ask for!!! We'd been told not to snoop but you know how it is. Anyway, my mom could tell I'd found it cause I had taken it out and looked at it of course. So comes Christmas morning and I run in to get my wonderful present from Santa. It's no where to be found and of course I can't ask where it is because I would have to admit I'd found it. She had replaced it with another Santa present. After a few days of torture(for me) she left it on my bed while I was asleep. Believe me I never snooped again! Don't mess with "Santa" or mom!"
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So what's your favorite childhood Christmas memory? Best gift? Worst gift?
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Jen, I was about 10. I wanted a Kodak camera. I forget the film format.

Anyway, I woke up about 2:00 a.m. Xmas morning, and snuck to the tree and saw an inferior camera. I was so disappointed. Everyone knew Kodak was the Real Deal. Slunk back to bed, depressed.

Morning came, and I slouched back to the tree, and found the Kodak camera. Woohoo! I saw it wrong earlier!

One happy boy.

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Hi Jennifer,

When I was about 3 years old, my Aunt Ola and Uncle Ed Byrd lived on Water Street, between W. 6th and W 7th Streets, just above Spring Park in Tuscumbia. My mom and I were staying with them. There was a store named Davis Dry Goods at the corner of W. 6th and Main Street in Tuscumbia.

One day, I was in the store with my mom and when I looked up; there on a shelf very near the ceiling sat a Stick Horse with a fancy streamer bridle and wheels with bells on them. That was my Christmas dream -- and it must have shown in my eyes -- for Santa Claus brought it to me that Christmas.

Of course, Santa Claus was my beloved Uncle Ed Byrd, the biggest, most muscular man I ever saw at that young age. When I was a teenager, he used to kid me, telling me, "My arms are bigger than your legs!" And, it was true. He died of cancer while I was in the Air Force stationed at Osan, Korea, in 1956-57 -- but, he will always remain my favorite Santa Claus.

And, that will always remain my favorite Christmas memory from my youth. Since I have become a Christian believer, have my own family with five beautiful grandchildren -- there have been many wonderful Christmas memories as an adult. But, my childhood memory of that fantastic Stick Horse will always be in my heart.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day -- and a glorious Christmas season!

Bill

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When I was about 3 years old, my Aunt Ola and Uncle Ed Byrd lived on Water Street, between W. 6th and W 7th Streets, just above Spring Park in Tuscumbia. My mom and I were staying with them. There was a store named Davis Dry Goods at the corner of W. 6th and Main Street in Tuscumbia.

Know it well. Remember I was raised in Valdosta. Remember Kings Dept Store? Barbers Appliance? It seemed like Mr.& Mrs. Davis were a hundred years old when I was a kid.
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When I was about 3 years old, my Aunt Ola and Uncle Ed Byrd lived on Water Street, between W. 6th and W 7th Streets, just above Spring Park in Tuscumbia. My mom and I were staying with them. There was a store named Davis Dry Goods at the corner of W. 6th and Main Street in Tuscumbia.

Know it well. Remember I was raised in Valdosta. Remember Kings Dept Store? Barbers Appliance? It seemed like Mr.& Mrs. Davis were a hundred years old when I was a kid.

Hi Jennifer,

Some of my fondest childhood memories are of being on my grandfather's farm, out Lee Highway, and riding the horses or mules to Hester's Market on Lee Highway.

And, about another mile or so up Lee Highway toward Tuscumbia was a creek where my brother, Bob, my cousins, and I use to go swimming.

Nothing in the world can take the place of Grandpa and Grandma's farm -- and jumping into a feather bed with all my cousins; snuggling under a quilt. God sure made grandparents special -- for a good reason.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill

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I remember one Christmas that I woke up real early and had too go to the outhouse so I climed over my three brothers and two sisters to get out of our bed. I got the jacket and shoes we shared and headed down the path around the pond we bathed in. As I got to the pond, lo and behold, it had frozen over and I was able to wall across it instead of having to go completely around it. As I was returning back to the house I saw my mother at the door and she had a mean look on her face and she was mouthing some words at me. I will always remember that Christmas because that Christmas it was so cold that her words froze in the air and I didnt have to listen to her meanness until spring when her words thawed out.
Merry Christmas every one!
Well, my worst is much like your's, Jennifer. My sister and I opened ALL of our presents, carefully removing the tape, looking at the contents and wrapping them back. So on Christmas morning there were no surprises and we had to fake excitement. AW - FUL. We never peeked again.

My best was the Christmas I received the top two things on my wish list, #1 being a Bugs electric toothbrush (I have no idea what prompted this.) and second being one of those large Barbie heads where you roll her hair and apply makeup. I think I lost interest in Barbie Head after a couple of days, but I wore that BB electric toothbrush out. LOL That is so odd! Big Grin
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And, about another mile or so up Lee Highway toward Tuscumbia was a creek where my brother, Bob, my cousins, and I use to go swimming.

That creek ran down Frankfort Road. It ran past the back of my Aunt and Uncle's house on Frankfort Road, and after it would rain real hard we'd wade in it. It ran past R.E. Thompson School too, and we'd go down there to play at recess and after school.
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I remember one Christmas that I woke up real early and had too go to the outhouse so I climed over my three brothers and two sisters to get out of our bed. I got the jacket and shoes we shared and headed down the path around the pond we bathed in. As I got to the pond, lo and behold, it had frozen over and I was able to wall across it instead of having to go completely around it. As I was returning back to the house I saw my mother at the door and she had a mean look on her face and she was mouthing some words at me. I will always remember that Christmas because that Christmas it was so cold that her words froze in the air and I didnt have to listen to her meanness until spring when her words thawed out.
Merry Christmas every one!
You poor thing. Did you also have to help build the house you were born in?
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Well, my worst is much like your's, Jennifer. My sister and I opened ALL of our presents, carefully removing the tape, looking at the contents and wrapping them back. So on Christmas morning there were no surprises and we had to fake excitement. AW - FUL. We never peeked again.

My best was the Christmas I received the top two things on my wish list, #1 being a Bugs electric toothbrush (I have no idea what prompted this.) and second being one of those large Barbie heads where you roll her hair and apply makeup. I think I lost interest in Barbie Head after a couple of days, but I wore that BB electric toothbrush out. LOL That is so odd! Big Grin
It is odd to look back and think of the strange things we "just had to have or we'd die."
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Some of my fondest childhood memories are of being on my grandfather's farm, out Lee Highway, and riding the horses or mules to Hester's Market on Lee Highway.

I remember Bolton's Grocery on Lee Hwy, not Hester's. It must have been down closer to Sparkey's. There were some stores there but we went to Mr. Boltons. BTW, Sparkeys is STILL there. I wonder how old that place is. What was your mother's maiden name?
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And, about another mile or so up Lee Highway toward Tuscumbia was a creek where my brother, Bob, my cousins, and I use to go swimming.

That creek ran down Frankfort Road. It ran past the back of my Aunt and Uncle's house on Frankfort Road, and after it would rain real hard we'd wade in it. It ran past R.E. Thompson School too, and we'd go down there to play at recess and after school.

Hi Jennifer,

Do you remember Morris Motors, with the black and white tiles on the exterior wall, at the corner of 6th and Water Streets? Or the Tuscumbia Public Swimming Pool on Water, just above Spring Park? That is where I learned to swim. It is so sad to see so many of our childhood memories gone.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill

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Hi Jennifer,

Do you remember Morris Motors, with the black and white tiles on the exterior wall, at the corner of 6th and Water Streets? Or the Tuscumbia Public Swimming Pool on Water, just above Spring Park? That is where I learned to swim. It is so sad to see so many of our childhood memories gone.

I know it was Morris Motors, hummmmm, Rambler dealership? I wasn't around when it was that though. I remember someone had a used car dealership there for a while when I was a kid. You do know what the word was about Mr. Morris don't you? I know the pool was there, and that they had a wading pool on down inside the park, but I don't remember them.
When we were kids, Santa always came early at our house. On Christmas Eve ,Moma and Daddy would say, lets go look at Christmas lights. We would pile up in the car and here we'd go. We had a game, we counted christmas lights on our side of the street, according to which side of the car you were sitting.

Then when we got home, low and behold, Santa came to our house early. We must have been first on his list. Then on Christmas Day, we would head for Tennessee to Grandma's house.

Then on the way home that night we would be counting Christmas lights. Screaming out numbers. No wonder Daddy drank. lol
Good Morning!

My favorite Christmas memoires are the ones my wife and have made raising our children. I think I have derived more fulfillment from observing their young faces aglow with joy than I ever got in growing up.

But I do love going to the Mall on Christmas Eve. Not to buy anything! (OK, I may stop and pick up something trivial). But I just love flowing through the masses and watching. There is amazing dynamic going on. A frenzy. One can see every human emotion on display at that time, and in these places.

Al
Lots of great memories from my childhood, but Al's mention of the mall reminded me of this: A long time ago I was at the mall with a friend who had an incredible baritone voice. We were walking around when he started singing "Oh Holy Night." We just kept walking while he sang. The acoustics were great, and the large crowd grew quiet. When he finished, everyone, shoppers and employees alike applauded. I think every one of us had chills going up our spines. It was beautiful!
My favorite childhood christmas memory was when I was 9 and my Daddy had been working out of town for months. We didn't believe he would get to come home for christmas and we had all just accepted it. We woke up that morning and ran to the tree to see what Santa had brought us and there he was, sitting in his favorite chair! We were so happy that we didn't even look at the gifts we had gotten we only had eyes for Daddy.

I have to agree with Al though on watching my own children over the years on christmas morning. The first year after their Dad died I was so worried that it would make them sad to celebrate without him. Instead that morning they were full of joy and hope and it made me realize how children cope so much better with the things life throws at them than we do when we grow older.
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My favorite childhood christmas memory was when I was 9 and my Daddy had been working out of town for months. We didn't believe he would get to come home for christmas and we had all just accepted it. We woke up that morning and ran to the tree to see what Santa had brought us and there he was, sitting in his favorite chair! We were so happy that we didn't even look at the gifts we had gotten we only had eyes for Daddy.

I have to agree with Al though on watching my own children over the years on christmas morning. The first year after their Dad died I was so worried that it would make them sad to celebrate without him. Instead that morning they were full of joy and hope and it made me realize how children cope so much better with the things life throws at them than we do when we grow older.
This is so nice. Almost all of your shared memories bring back such happy memories for me.

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