December 23, 1941, was the first Christmas in our new home. Although it was a happy time for us, celebrations throughout the country were muted because of what happened at Pearl Harbor on the 7th.
News about Pearl Harbor came to our attention as we were having Sunday dinner with friends at a local restaurant. It seemed so far away and so unrelated to us that we kept on eating, without comment. Little did we know how it would affect us in the months ahead.
Getting back to holiday time, our first tree had to be small because we had a small house. Our living room had a sofa, a chair, a table and two lamps. Where would we put the tree? The solution was to put it in our bedroom, which had a window that fronted onto the street. Combining ornaments from both families, plus our purchases, made for a beautifully decorated tree.
I wish I could remember our gift exchanges on that day. No doubt I bought Ruth some clothing, a tradition that I followed all of our married lives.
Of course, we spent time with each of our families, returning home, loaded with gifts. It was the beginning of years of happy holidays.
More, later.
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