Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Tuesdays With Rita: First Christmas

I was thinking about Christmas Past and realized I don't have
many pictures or memories of Christmas as a child.
Sorting pictures back through time I found these two of me and my first Christmas.
My parents and ten-year-old sister were living in a tiny trailer on the main street
of Montezuma, Kansas. Next door was the cafe they owned.
I was born in this trailer in the middle of October. The trailer
was so small my sister had to sleep on the couch.

I can almost feel my Mother's love while studying this picture. I wonder what she was thinking.
I'm intrigued by those costumed dolls on the shelf. They must have been my sister's collection.
They must have been lost in the many moves my family went through
as I don't remember them being around.

Excuse the tearing on this photo. It must have been stuck to another one but it is one
of the few I have of my Father holding me. See my little eye peeking out through the tears?
Even though things didn't work out and I don't have any memories of my dad I can
feel how much he loved me too.
My sister never liked having her picture taken. I can picture Mom and Dad trading of the old box Kodak to get pictures of each of them with their new baby.

Do you have pictures of your first Christmas? Have you been told stories about it?


  1. Rita-I am struck by the word "tears"--tears, as something torn or tears as crying. Somehow the idea of this torn photo of you and your father brings tears to my eyes--for you for not having him around as you grew up, but happy that you have this photo of him looking at you in this way.

  2. I love the photo of you and your mom, the look on her face is priceless. A beautiful memory keeper...

  3. You are so lucky to have these photos! My parents put up our Christmas tree and wrapped presents on Christmas eve when we were already asleep. I remember the absolute dumbstruck awe of my little brother and myself when we wandered into the front room to the multi-colored lit tree presiding over the beautifully wrapped boxes. The other Christmas I remember well is the one where all of us kids had chickenpox. Every one of us - there were six of us then. My poor Mom and Dad. Thanks for this post Rita. Lori de Froup

  4. these are indeed lovely full of love pictures
    it makes me happy to know you feel the love and take things in this great way about your dad
    wise friend :-)


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