I've been thinking a lot about Christmas past this year and feel so sad I don't have any photos from my childhood Christmas, how lucky we are now to be able to snap away trying to get the perfect shot. Every decoration, meal and gift is there for us all to see and all those not so good snaps can be deleted instantly. Summer holidays were the only time we bought a film, we couldn't afford it any other time, so here we are posing in the cold, I still remember that anorak!
Dad has been gone for over 30 years but these photos bring back the memories. I can still remember my bike propped up against the bedroom wall on Christmas morning, the Talkative Jane doll I'd been longing for and the phones set up so I could ring my sister up at 3am, she was not pleased!
Christmas and birthdays were the only time we received presents so the excitement was immense, I feel a bit sorry for today's children who have so much, do they feel as excited as we did?
Mum's memory is fading fast but I can remember her telling me she and her brothers and sister always had a new torch on top of their stocking so they could see what Father Christmas had brought them. It is so important to get these memories down somewhere before it's too late. Next year I've challenged myself to start scrapbooking again and get those stories told.
