Our landlord gave us permission to cut our Christmas tree from the nearby strip of woods. John and Robyn scouted the woods for the perfect tree. Matt and I joined them later.
Robyn was six years old—the perfect age for a tree cutting adventure.
Matt was only a little over six months old. It was a very cold day, below freezing, and I was concerned it was too cold for him. But, I bundled him up well and he did fine. I still have that wool hat he's wearing.
I remember how proud Robyn was to be bringing home a tree that we cut ourselves.
With a rope tied around the trunk, John dragged the tree through the field to our home. Robyn was his little helper.
When we got to our backyard, I took a picture of my favorite woodsman posing with the tree.
Then Robyn took a picture of the three of us.
And someone took a picture of Robyn.
We decorated our tree with colored lights, popcorn garland and cranberry garland that we strung ourselves, candy canes, and the ornaments we had collected so far.
I will always remember the fun we had the day we cut our Christmas tree—the old fashioned way.
What a great look back...love all the pictures:)
ReplyDeleteIt was a fun trip down memory lane for me. Glad you enjoyed it, too.
DeleteYou made some wonderful memories that day, and I'm thrilled that you captured them with photos, too.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't take as many photos back then as we do now in the digital age. I'm glad I have these to look back on...and remember.
DeleteWhat a sweet memories! The picture of you dragging the tree reminded me of that shot on the beginning of the Walton's TV show. I love those simple decorations on that great tree...such cherished moments!
ReplyDeleteIt was a lot like the Waltons or Little House on the Prairie. And, we had a lot of fun stringing popcorn and cranberries. It's a tradition we continued for many years.
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