Dec. 19

I know that Christmas is just days away, but I can't get my head around the sun, flip flops, 80 degree temperature and the season of a winter wonderland, snow,and Santa Claus. It doesn't seem natural. I don't and never have celebrated Christmas, but I loved the decorations, going to down town Chicago to see the festive windows,maybe even snow and lunch at Marshall Field's Walnut Room with its huge Christmas tree. This was a tradition with our kids. We had a Marshall Field's in Evanston, but going down town was so much more fun. In those days , you could drive down State Street , very slowly, and see the windows and the lights. How simple life was then. Our next door neighbor made Swedish pancakes, with lingonberry jam and whipped cream and invited the whole neighborhood to come over. We lived on a street with mixed housing and at the end of our block was an apartment house. We were friends with a family who lived there, They had no fireplace and their daughter was concerned that Santa wouldn't know how to get  into her apartment. We helped out by letting her hang a stocking on our fireplace. Santa found her. My parents let me hang one of my Daddy's socks on a standing floor lamp. I got an orange , and a candy bar called "Gold Brick". That must have been a huge concession, considering that I was raised in a religious Jewish home. I think that was just another way that my mother wanted so to be American. I think that I was 9 or 10 before she became a citizen. She finally made it.

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04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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