This has been quite the week. Between Dale's tech issues, awful covid news, breaking two newly purchased bottles of wine, and sundry other missteps, we have had few calm moments. Yesterday I spent most of the afternoon in the basement unpacking many boxes of Christmas things. Since the move back to Collinsville we are still looking at boxes we haven't opened yet. Most are labeled "books" and belong to Dale. Many many boxes of books. I ignore those. But now and then I want to find something I need and can't find so I'm back in the basement tearing open boxes in hopes of finding it.
Yesterday all of the Christmas things I remember were accounted for, all in about 8 boxes. Much of them will not be able to be used this year since this house is smaller by far than the seminary house. So I chose my favorites, and most sentimental for use this year. The rest will go back to the storage unit.
But this morning as I walked around the house thinking of decorating it suddenly hit me that I did not see one of the most sentimental of our Christmas decorations. It is one of those lighted ceramic Christmas trees which can be wound up to play Silent Night and made back in the 1950's by my cousin. I panicked when I realized it was not in any of the boxes I unpacked, all the other items it was stored with in a seminary closet were here. Where is that tree? I looked everywhere and was beginning to grieve. I was just about to text my daughters who packed up the Christmas closet at the seminary to see if they remembered how it was boxed.
I made one more walk through the basement bedroom now being used as box central to check one more time. And then I saw it! It was not in a box but sitting along the far wall behind some other things. Whew. I was so thankful. It's now on its wooden tower in the corner of the living room.
I didn’t realize this was made by your cousin.
Posted by: Lizzie | December 03, 2020 at 05:15 PM