Christmas Tree Memories

This time of year is a reminder of family, tradition, harmony, and festivity. To many of us, the holidays bring back great memories. Chenango County Cornell Cooperative Extension recently held a contest asking readers to submit their favorite Christmas tree memory. Winners received a $25 gift certificate toward a fresh cut Christmas tree from a local tree farm. Here are some of the winning entries ...

My Favorite Christmas tree Memory



By Lisa A. Jones, Sherburne

When I was a little girl, I remember the excitement that would build up when Christmas time would come. We lived on a hill at the base of what used to be called Huntís Mountain in Sherburne, where the trees grew tall with the winds whispering through their boughs and the water was so cool and sweet and plentiful, you werenít scared to cross a stream and bend to scoop a handful up and take a drink before you went on your way. Things were easy back then, memories good, and Christmas time meant that not only would Santa be coming, but two weekends before Christmas, always on a Saturday, my father and I and maybe my older brother would go down the hill below to our neighborís tree farm, and cut a tree. We would drag it up our hill and begin the process to make our tree beautiful.

One year, as we walked through the woods to look for that perfect tree, we saw a family that we didnít recognize, walking through our woods. They didnít appear to have much, the kids looked cold and didnít have nice warm coats like mine, and the mom and dad had a worried look on their faces as we approached them. As they introduced themselves, we came to realize that they were from Norwich and had been driving around the roads looking for an area that the trees seemed plentiful so that maybe they could have one for Christmas. There was no money to buy one this year for them. The dad was out of work and the mother was expecting their fourth child within the New Year, and it didnít seem they had much hope to go on. My father told them they could have a tree, it wasnít a big deal, and so they picked out a very small one, less than four feet tall. I asked them if they lived in a very small house, and the dad said no, that they just didnít want to be greedy and take a larger one, and that they only had a small car and there was no room in their trunk for it either. My father told them if they picked a larger tree out, he would bring it down to them in his truck, and they reluctantly agreed.


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