Memories for Sunday, December 19, 2004

One year my mother was always crocheting. Whenever I asked her what she was making, she would reply, "Cat for to make kitten britches, want to buy a pair?" It made no sense, but that was the intention. Then Christmas morning I unwapped a present with lovely hand crocheted doll clothes for my fashion... Sign in to see full entry.

I hated holidays. I would become depressed and would have to deal with my feelings while I celebrated the holidays for my husband and children. My childhood was full of disappointments and holidays were the worst. My mother tried hard. She would sew me a Christmas dress and my doll a matching dress... Sign in to see full entry.