The First Christmas I Remember by Marilyn Meredith
It was at my Great Grandmother, Minnie Smith's house in Bakersfield.
A widow, she supported her self by renting out rooms boarding house style. As I remember, her big, living room dining room was in the middle of her house with all the bedrooms and kitchen leading off all around. (This could be totally wrong since I have no one to check with, but that's how I remember it.)
I also remember a Christmas tree off in one corner.
Since I was really young, I have no idea where my parents and I slept, but my guess is probably in one of the bedrooms that wasn't rented out.
I'm sure my grandparents were there too.
Sometime in the night I heard bells and I knew that was Santa Claus coming. The next morning I told everyone I'd heard Santa on the roof.
I remember nothing about presents or anything else much, except for a vague picture of a long table with a Christmas feast and many people enjoying it.
My Great Grandmother died when I was 12.
I know a lot about her younger years because of a book I wrote based on my family genealogy.
Minnie's name once was Desdemona Diane. But her adoptive parents changed her name to Minnie.
She was a true pioneer woman and supported herself most of her life. If you'd like to know more about her, you can read, Indian Paintbrush on your Kindle.
http://www.amazon.com/Indian-Paintbrush-Marilyn-Meredith-ebook/dp/B00FWAM76I/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1417476854&sr=1-3&keywords=indian+paintbrush
What is the earliest Christmas you can remember?
Marilyn
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