Not as many people send Christmas cards anymore including me, and I am a traditionalist. We
Last night I was searching for something in the closet and I ran across this card. It is from my first cousin, twice removed.......or..........my grandma's first cousin. She was my dad's age and you know how confusing relatives can get when you mix in age differences. And kids, this is my card not one of mom's that I confiscated. Just in case you are wondering.
This sweet lady made her cards before making cards was cool. She was a painter......oh I wish I had her talent or any talent for that matter. I am still searching for my talent. She would draw and water color a location that they had visited that year and have them printed as Christmas cards. When I was a kid, we looked forward to her cards and daydreaming of our California cousins and all the exotic places that had visited that year. Life was better in California, I was sure of that............I know better now, but back then it was other worldly, glamorous.............a long way from the farm and hoeing peanuts. Later I began to send her Christmas cards myself and she, in kind, sent me one of her cherished cards.
Remember when you actually got a letter inside a card............
............and there was more on the back?
Times, they are a changing.
I need to write my cards........it's on my list.
I need to write my cards........it's on my list.
Merry Christmas.
I love you.
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