By Harvey Wike
When we moved onto our farm outside Fredericksburg, PA, the road past our house was an old dirt road. I guess at times we could be called Hucksters, as we would load up our produce from the farm, take it to the town of Lebanon, PA, in a Dodge panel truck and sell the produce door to door.
By Judy Goldman
I grew up on a farm in the heart of central New Jersey. We lived in a quiet, rural area. It wasn’t that bad, though. Being on a farm had its advantages, although it wasn’t really much to speak of, as farms go. My grandparents aging seemed to be inversely proportional to the number of animals we had. During this particular December, the chickens and goats were long gone and all that remained were three dogs and an ever-increasing number of stray cats that somehow managed to make their way to the farmhouse.
(Left to right: My mother Ida Miller, Aunt Hazel, Aunt Tick and Aunt Regime
Back row left to right: Uncle Charlie, Uncle Harry Maze, Jack Glob, and My father I. R. Miller)
by Lynn Ruth Miller
copyright Lynn Ruth Miller 1999
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A Bike for Christmas
By Vickie Perkins nee Alumbaugh
The Christmas I remembers most is when I got my first two wheel bicycle. It was green. It was in the 1950s and I was around 6 or 7 years old.
By Anonymous
It was the night before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier.
When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go...Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'
By Sandy Williams Driver
December 23, 1834
Contributed By Jennifer Thompson
When someone shares memories of their family and of times past, you can almost always count on stories from holidays, and often about Christmas. Of course, this is one of the happiest and most carefree time to gather; a feeling of peace and of cheer fill the air and our hearts.
Remembering Christmas At Mamaw’s
By Sandy Siple
When I started having grand-children ten years ago, I wanted to give them something special that no one could ever take away. The cherished memories of Christmas loved and shared at Grandmas.
Submitted by Jennifer Thompson
Good Ole Days Column Editor
Loren and Ruth Ahlrichs of Overland Park, Kansas, were very kind in sharing with me some of their Christmas memories and traditions passed down from their families.