Christmas past... ah the memories. In the 60s and 70s, if my family wasn't at home for the traditional turkey feast on December 25th, we would most likely be found at my Aunts' house nearby.
Two of my mother's sisters never married so they remained living together in their parent's house after their mother and father had passed on. Since they didn't have families of their own and lived only blocks away, they became our extended family. Any special event automatically included them.
As a small child, I loved going over to Joyce and Harriet's home on Handyside Avenue. On Sundays we would watch The Wonderful World of Disney on their color television (well, if you could call various shades of green "color")... a real treat since we only had a black and white TV back then.
I remember during the holidays they set up the same tiny tree on a small table at their front window. It looked so bare, unlike our seven foot pine at our home that was nearly lifted off the floor it was so packed with presents underneath. When I got older, I kept a tradition of stopping by to drop off a little something to put under their tree. Not that they couldn't afford presents; they were both very well off. It's just that they were together but alone too and I always wanted to show them they weren't forgotten at Christmastime.
Harriet left us at age 85 in the year 2000. I still constantly think about her. When she passed, Joyce eventually moved into a nursing home, and still joined us for Christmas dinner until last year. Her other siblings, including my mom visited her almost daily...
... until yesterday.
At age 90, Joyce left us to be with Harriet once more.
And the memories of Christmas on "Candyside" (as we kids called their street), have come flooding back with the tears.
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