What do you do for a photo shoot on a foggy, gray winter day? You go inside an antique mall to see what you can find. So today Cee and I visited the South End Antiques in Aurora, Oregon, USA.
The store was nicely quiet, far from the frantic hustle of Christmas shoppers in the shopping malls. Old fashioned Christmas songs were playing… Bing Crosby, Percy Faith, Andre Previn, Burl Ives and a host of others we used to listen to on our Firestone Christmas albums. The albums were sold at the Firestone Tire stores and were as treasured as National Geographic magazines.
As we walked into the store we were greeted with decorations of Christmases past. I’m seeing the plastic candles with their flame shaped bulbs that were in all the windows of our house as a child. That takes me back fifty years or more. Goodness. Can it really have been that long now?
Carefully wrapped in a plastic bag was a set of unused Mystic Stencils. How much fun those were, as we held them to the window glass and sprayed them with artificial snow! You can still buy stencils and snow in a can. Some things never seem to go out of style.
They have some of the old tree lights, too, the kind that spent the off season tangling themselves into knotted coils that refused to unravel. Remember how if one light burned out the whole string went black? Great fun was had switching out bulb after bulb until the culprit was found.
I found wonderful handmade ornaments, like this snowflake. The outside was crafted from what looked like the stiff pages of a book of maps. It was printed with names of cities followed by the number of citizens living there. The pages were folded tightly and then trimmed with Grandma’s pinking shears. The center is a cartoon of ice skaters enjoying a frozen lake. A little jingle bell dangled from snowflake.
One thing I don’t remember from my youth, or my even my adulthood, was a preponderance of pink Christmas trees. Wow! I think I’d rather have an avocado stove than a pink tree. I even found a pink Father Christmas. We don’t normally see Father Christmas in the US, so perhaps he was an immigrant to our shores. I didn’t see a hint of a pink Santa Claus, thank goodness.
What memories do you have of holiday decorations in your childhood home?
Happy holidays to everyone!
P.S. The WordPress Daily Prompt just came out and they’re asking for posts with memories of the holidays. I think this counts!