Somehow, the gentle puffing of the Santa Special 36 years ago has endured in offering us an expectant journey to a magical world. During Advent, let us seek a deeper whisper in the air.
My folks are taking our kiddos for a ride on a local Christmas themed steam train this month. My dad is a train fanatic so it's the perfect day out for young and old 🚂 Some traditions still remain ❤️ Thank you for sharing your advent remembrances David.
Oh, I remember tinsel! Definitely part of a 1980’s Christmas tree 🎄 Many a time our Hoover accidentally vacuumed up a piece or two and it jammed the vacuum. Ha!
I loved this. I feel the same about Advent--the quiet contemplation of wonderful things to come. I wrote about it too this week. I used to hate the visit to Father Christmas. My grandmother would take us to Birmingham to buy Christmas new winter coats from Lewis's (double-breasted, velvet collar) and seeing FC was a part of that. I disliked this old stranger intensely, the weirdly dressed man who wanted me to sit on his lap. He terrified me. My mum used to have a picture of me with a face like thunder with FC, in the days when you got a photo thrown in. Sadly we never found it when we cleared the house. I can't have been more than 3 or 4, it would have been pre 1960. (Gosh, how old I am!)
My folks are taking our kiddos for a ride on a local Christmas themed steam train this month. My dad is a train fanatic so it's the perfect day out for young and old 🚂 Some traditions still remain ❤️ Thank you for sharing your advent remembrances David.
Ooh, great fun! 🚂
Some lovely memories here. 🎄
Oh the tinsel and foil decorations, I remember them so well. I recall one Christmas covering my bedroom ceiling with those, much to my parents dismay!
Wishing you a happy birthday for this week 🎉
Oh, I remember tinsel! Definitely part of a 1980’s Christmas tree 🎄 Many a time our Hoover accidentally vacuumed up a piece or two and it jammed the vacuum. Ha!
“Let us seek a deeper whisper in the air.” I love that line.
I loved this. I feel the same about Advent--the quiet contemplation of wonderful things to come. I wrote about it too this week. I used to hate the visit to Father Christmas. My grandmother would take us to Birmingham to buy Christmas new winter coats from Lewis's (double-breasted, velvet collar) and seeing FC was a part of that. I disliked this old stranger intensely, the weirdly dressed man who wanted me to sit on his lap. He terrified me. My mum used to have a picture of me with a face like thunder with FC, in the days when you got a photo thrown in. Sadly we never found it when we cleared the house. I can't have been more than 3 or 4, it would have been pre 1960. (Gosh, how old I am!)
Yes, I look surprisingly enthusiastic here, but I don’t think I was ever that keen 😂