Trimming the Tree

Sentimental I am. Trimming the tree each year brings back a flood of memories. I cannot toss the old ornaments, even though we now collect a new ornament on each trip and have too many. Each ornament brings back a memory. Someday the girls will have to make that decision, because I can't do it now.

Sometimes a new one will evoke a memory. Last year Kristi made some new ornaments that preserved some "famous" recordings she and Marci had made using an old cassette recorder they loved to drag around; sometimes they forgot it was running. One ornament has a picture of four-year-old Kristi on it. When you press the button, you hear her her sweet voice singing, "Buon Natale means Merry Christmas to You" - an English-Italian Christmas carol she learned at church in Plainview. The other ornament has a picture of two-year-old Marci on it and the recording is her baby talking and then plainly saying, "I have some scissors!" [pronounced "thih-thors"] That pronunciation is one we still use when searching for scissors.

Bless you, Kristi, for preserving our memories!