SaucyKod

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Got yur tree yet, Eh........


As a child, we  decorated our house and trees with tinsel every Christmas. Mostly it was Dad's job, as that is a job he loved.  Dad put up the tree, Mum secured it in the corner, and the tree had its first drink. We always went off the the wilderness, which was not far from our doorstep at that time, to cut down a tree that Dad had found on his fishing and hunting outings. He always marked the tree with a ribbon. It was a different time then. Anyone passing through the woods, finding that tree with the ribbon attached, knew someone else had claimed it, and would respect that and move on. 
The "Cutting down of the tree" was a special day indeed. We would take one of our sleds or toboggan with us and walk to the spot. Now, it didn't matter the weather, we went anyway and I can remember on many occasions walking knee deep through snow, or falling snow. There were other times when the "Tree Walk" was as lovely as was the crispness of the winter air. You would hear the crunch of every step, the birds seemed to call more sharply and each breath exhaled seemed to turn to tiny icicles right before you.
Dad always cut down the tree with his big saw. Nothing was wasted. Dad usually cut off the bottom branches prior to cutting down the tree, brought them home and used them  to cover Mum's little flower garden in the front of the house. I can picture him now, laying on the ground under the tree, listening to the sounds of saw against wood .....and then "SWOOSH" - with all its might, fell onto the forest floor. Tree dragged and tied and resting on top of the sled, or toboggan.
Mum brings out the thermos of hot chocolate and cookies. We sit around on dead logs or right on top of the snow and enjoy the delightful taste of early shortbread cookies. My Mum was such a wonderful baker. She not only cooked for her family, she also had quite the reputation of filling many others homes with her delightful talents in the kitchen. Having a special occasion, party or gathering of any sort. Just call Madeline - a caterer before catering became a career.
Once the tree was home, it had to stand in the back porch until everything had melted off and then it was time to bring it into the house. There was the odd time when a used bird nest was found built deep within the branches.
The ice or snow has melted and prior to the tree coming into the house, Dad hastily searches for the olde tree stand. Finally the tree is up and sturdily fast into the corner. WE have all helped to decorate, lights, popcorn, olde ornaments and new..... and finally, Dad is ready for his tinsel job. As I said, Dad loved to put tinsel on the tree. Some of us would even sit and watch. He would start at the bottom, placing EACH strand separately, until he reached the top. I have often wondered what great patience he had to place these strands of tinsel. I do not know how world widely tinsel is used today, however; I do know that tinsel resides at our house and many of our neighbours. Have fun decorating your tree - whatever shape, style, colour - tinsel or garland......or whatever you choose to call a "TREE" - ENJOY.
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6 comments:

DJan said...

Now the is the way it was supposed to be done. We don't have a tree any more, but when we were kids and had a tree, it was always covered with tinsel. But most don't have it any more. Love the stories! :-)

Gail said...

What a wonderful story.

Very similar to my child hood.

Merry Christmas.

Red said...

The good old days. The nearest spruce tree for us was 150 miles away. No going out to cut a tree. Yes, those icicles. I'm sure not many people put them on one at a time.

biebkriebels said...

What a sweet memories, tinsels I always liked very much, you have a very festive tree at the end. I still see them here in the shops.We always bought one in the streets of Amsterdam and my father carried it home on his bike. I did the same here for my children too as we didn't have a car. Now for a few years I have a tree in the attic in a box and have to built it up branche by branche. I am not yet sure I will do it this year, it is a lot of work and I am getting older too...

Countryside Tales said...

A lovely glimpse into the past, So much nicer than buying one from a shop. Ours goes up next weekend, It's in the greenhouse as i type! Hope all's well.

Little Red Hen said...

The tinsel was my mother's job and she too would place each strand on the tree one by one. I used to laugh at her for doing this but guess what? I do the same now myself :) Those are nice memories you have.