Summary
SNOWFLAKES are falling as softly as feathers in the wind, and I look out the window and recall Mom's memories of Christmas when she was a little girl. Her memories have faded now, but the stories that she told us of her life on Big Laurel Creek when she was a little girl burn brightly in my mind.
When the wind came whistling through the pines that grew on the steep hillsides on each side of the winding hollow, and the snow piled up higher and higher in the meadows and chip yard, and the ice on Big Laurel Creek froze so thick that a team of horses could walk across, then they knew that Christmas was very near.See the full content of this document
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Family Made Christmas Merry Many Years Ago
Christmastime was different back then, but so were the winters. When the snow fell in a thick blanket early in the winter, the ground stayed under a white covering until spring. The deep, rolling waters of Big Laurel were stilled under the thick coa...
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