What could be more beautiful on Christmas morning?
Our husky-reindeer dog loved frolicking in the snow
It was a nostalgic day, spent remembering Christmases past. Especially since Bill's sister sent us a huge box of goodies made from their mom's recipes. Gingerbread cookies, rich chocolate fudge, white-chocolate popcorn, and Bill's favorite "Nuts and Bolts" (Chex cereals, peanuts and pretzel sticks, baked with just the right touch of Worcestershire sauce). He was in seventh heaven.
The Solomon Slaughter family long ago, circa 1954
The above photo was taken when my husband, Bill, was about two-years-old. (He's much younger than I am.) Their house at the time was in Tacoma, Washington before Sgt. Slaughter was transferred to Japan. It is an unanswered mystery why both Sol and Evelyn have bandages on their foreheads. Bill thinks they were joking for the photo. I think they bumped heads under the mistletoe. Bill's sisters received dolls, of course, afterall it was the '50s. Bill got a firetruck and punching clown, typical boys' things. He has always hated clowns. I guess this was the start of the phobia.
Bill and Judy with Santa, probably 1956
Bill grew up enjoying Christmases around the globe. He was born in Panama where his career army father was stationed and Santa arrived in an army helicopter. In Japan, Bill remembers Santa coming to the base in a jeep. His Christmases were much different from mine, all of which were spent in Holladay, Utah, most of them with snow.