Some Christmas Thoughts

I have little doubt that all of us, as we approach 25th December have very mixed thoughts as we think of our dearly departed and on Christmases past it seems that these thoughts are always there - no matter the time of day or night - maybe mostly we think of loved ones no longer with us.
The thought that this mIght be a good time to invite Chatters to share their favourite memories. I am sure that many of you will feel that this is bit too personal, but equally it could give immense pleasure to many Chatters who we don't often hear from, it could also bring about more interesting chat among members we seldon hear from -and hopefully would generate blogs which could invite conversation amongst us.
My reason for this missive is that I have now spent more than half of my 87 years here in New Zealand and have to admit that this is the only time that I feel a little home-sick, for it follows that my first 40 years of life were spent back home in Gt Britain, and being so much younger as I go back to my Christmas thoughts during the years before my move to beautiful New Zealand.
The whole of the month of December was directed towards the coming festivities. I played in the local brass band who were each night out somewhere in Colchester playing Carols and collecting funds which were used to purchase gifts for the children in our local hospital over Christmas -The spirit amongst the band personal was tremendous, and as it was a regular Xmas custom folk soon got to know where and when the band would be playing and hot Chocolate and Minced pies were often enjoyed.
It has to be said too that the pleasure of being able to play to the children and staff It was our feeling that Christmas day at the Hospital was one of the highlights of our banding year. Most of the members back then are no longer with us but I often play a recording of the band at night to get me to sleep - and can see and name every player even after all these years - It really was a memorable time for us all - alas few of us are now left, but happy memories live forever - do they not?
May I wish you and your Peace and Blessings of the Season - above all A Happy Christmas.

Some Christmas Thoughts was last modified: December 13th, 2016 by Drummer
Published in Senior Chatters

8 thoughts on “Some Christmas Thoughts

  1. roseinbloom

    I live in a huge city, Chicago, and I loved all the lights at Christmas. I spent one whole day downtown looking at the windows and shopping. I even flew into the city one Christmas and I know there were many more lights than the rest of the year.
    As for memories, I don’t want to continue a myth that everything was marvelous. There was work and stress and then also,there were good food, joy of giving, and Christmas lights.

    1. Drummer Post author

      Hello roseinbloom
      Thanks for your response of Christmas thoughts – I imagine many folk would empathise about not continuing a myth that all would be right with the world. I didn’t realise that you are in Chicago – a City I have often thought I would like to visit – all I have seen of USA is California Los Angeles down to the Mexican Border and New York. I can tell you a true story about a visit made to your City by a friend of mine a Brilliant Jazz pianist who decided to
      visit for his Christmas summer holiday. Of course he dressed as he would for New Zealand summer – imagine how he felt when disembarking in his shorts and Tee Shirt!
      Have a nice day and of course a Happy Christmas!

    1. Drummer Post author

      Thanks for your response Way – if enough people respond it could make for some interesting dialog as you will see from my reply to roseinbloom!
      Have a Happy Christmas – kind regards Drummer

  2. vonMichael

    Very, very good idea of yours Drummer to spend some minutes on
    Christmas thoughts. Thank you for it.

    My memories go back to the first years of my life, say 1949 / 1950 more
    or less, to a time we has to face hard winter with snow, ice and very little
    to feed our furnace with to burn.
    Our little village was still occupied by the British Rhine Army which we took
    notice of once or twice a week.
    It was their job to patrol the area to give safty to us and more than once
    they knocked at our front door to come in for a rest and warm themself
    up for a little while.
    Right at the beginning which must have been 1946/1947 my parents got
    examined if they had been Nazis or not. My father could give proof by his
    documents that he has never joined the Nazi-Party nor that he been in the
    army in the past.
    Anyway very closed to the Holy Night soldiers knocked at our front door
    and came as they used to. But this time it was different cos they brought
    with them. A box of English tea for my Mom, 5 cigarette packet for my
    father ( if I remember corretly the name was Captain?? ) and a chocolate bar
    for me.

    They just wanted to thank my parents for opening the front door for them
    every time they felt the cold so they could warm themself up for some time.

    You see that all was an act of giving and taking and a peaceful way different
    nationalties can come together. Michael

  3. Drummer Post author

    Hello Michael Thank you for your response to my Xmas Blog. Your comments are both illuminating and extremely interesting in particular I was most interested in your comments on immediate Post War Germany – truly thoughts that show how it really was and without your response non of us could even imagine how it was. This was the sort of response I was and still am hoping for -for as it progresses
    it opens up thoughts for further discussion involving other Chatters – so, Thank You! Kindest regards Drummer

  4. geeljay

    Hello Drummer. The good thing about your post, as I sit here on my own, reading is of Christmases, when I was in my teens. The only memories I have recall Christmas as being very special. My dad was one of 13 (yes 13) married my mum who was one of 12. All the uncles and aunts, and respective spouses assembled for ‘drinks’ on Christmas eve. In a pub with a large bar, and piano. My uncle Joe, with his 3 fingers and a thumb, thumped out recognisable melodies, and carols, for eceryone to sing along. The whole pub joined in the spirit, and the noise was far reaching, if not melodious. At closing time, we were all spilled out onto the car park, where the revellry subsided, into promises, hugs and much jolliment. Everyone , as they wended their ways home (no buses) parted with the promise to do it all again, soon. They carried on their busy lives, until Christmas eve, the next year, when they did it all again. Same routine each year, until one by one, they departed this life. Around my mid tweties, when lives were evntually seperated by distance.

  5. Drummer Post author

    Hi Geeljay

    Thanks for your response which really takes me back to my childhood days when we too were a big family who came
    together each Christmas probably for only a few years, but then the war intervened and while at the usual Christmas we came together- but alas many were missing during the war and some of course didn’t return at all. But somehow the spirit was will enough to ensure a good day for those
    still around – especially the kids.
    Hope you manage a good one this Christmas even if so many will by now have passed on. Happy Christmas!
    Kind regards

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