I’m reading my copy of war reporter Ernie Pyle’s classic book Brave Men. It is a collection of his dispatches from World War 2. My grandmother was called Bill by her older brother (I think he wanted a brother, not another little sister) and we called her Granny Bill. Anyway, Ernie Pyle was amazing and was still alive when this book was given to my grandmother. A Japanese machine gunner killed him the next spring on Okinawa.
For us, our Christmas tree is like our refrigerator’s doors: It’s a place to tell our family’s story through bits and pieces of our lives. Each ornament has a meaning and a story. Was it one from their trip to NY or Chicago? How about a 3rd grade painted ornament or one handmade from a grandmother? Our tree is up a little early this year but I’m fine with that. It gives me more time to reflect on a family’s life well-lived.
5 2063 days ago
May not always produce the best stuff but it is one gorgeous building. And makes for a fine souvenir ornament.