My grandmother, however, did not agree that newlyweds should have to scrounge around at Christmas. She vowed that her granddaughter (me) would not have that problem. She started making me nice ornaments on my first Christmas. She made one that first year, two the next year and so on up to my twelth Christmas. For the next few years after that, she made me a dozen each year. Now, all these years later, my tree is covered with memories. I have other ornaments that people have given me or that I have made myself, but those that Mamie made are the most precious. Some, like the ones made for my fifth Christmas made out of lifesaver rolls, didn’t stand the test of time. Others, like the salt dough ornaments from my seventh Christmas, are too fragile to put out while my children are young. Most, however, are sturdy and child proof.
There are crocheted angels: