My fondest memories of Christmas are of my childhood. During December I am going to share a childhood memory and hope that you will join in with some of your memories of the season.
Christmas lights — On snowy cold December Sunday nights, my father loaded the family into the Plymouth and set out to tour the countryside in search of holiday lights. In the 50s and 60s, people put on such more elaborate light displays. It was not uncommon for homes to be outlined in multicolor lights.
My dad always strung blue lights across the front of our house. It was his favorite. The warm light that blue bulbs cast on the snowfall are in my mind. Even 600 feet back from the main Highway, the blue string of lights across our roofline were clearly visible for passing motorists on State Route 62.