A thick stand of trees needed thinning on our property. We used the top of one for our tree. I’m not the color coordinated/tinsel or bows kind of decorator. My tree brings fond memories of days gone by each time I pass it in our living room.
Blue Lady, circa the 1940’s came from an elderly friend. Silent Night belonged to my sweet Aunt Shirley, probably from the ’50’s. My Grandma Emma wore the two Jolly Elves as a corsage on her winter coat during the ’60’s. Santa with the rabbit fur beard is a family piece, having appeared on at least six decades of trees. A dear neighbor, who taught me to knit when I was eight, crocheted the ice skates.
I moved to Seattle in 1978 and lived on Puget Sound in a rental house. I collected clam shells the first year and made Dancing Diva’s. In the ’80’s I met Brian, the hubby, and we often made ornaments. His version of a Cork Horse had an urban twist. Lance came via a sweet friend, who knew my gelding needed representation on the tree. One of my son’s friends, whom I taught in Sunday school, gifted me with the Sapphire Star. And the Swedish Heart, from their tradition of sixteen hanging on the tree, was gifted to my Grandma from an exchange student named Annika. The book I’m writing features a heroine named Annika, and the title is The Sapphire Promise. Life’s treasures on a tree.