In my month of memories, today is about the Tree…as in with a capital T.
I tried to find a picture that really looked like our tree, but I couldn’t. I think this one is close though. It’s been a while.
Besides all that, the point is that we had a fake tree because of my brother’s allergies, and we had the kind that came in limbs marked in what looked like colored fingernail polish. You matched the colors with corresponding paint marks in the holes. It was my job to organize all the limbs and get it together as far as I could reach.
My mom kept that tree for probably 30 years. It was familiar. Why change? 🙂
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