Christmas, 1941, I was four. We hung up our stocking, usually the biggest one we could find, and, we usually each got a small gift, two or three pieces of candy, a few nuts, and two or three apples and oranges. We so looked forward to Christmas. Daddy and Mama had gotten some candy shaped like a corn cob. Daddy teased me that Santa might bring me a corn cob.
Christmas morning finally came. We had a big fire going in the fireplace. I sat down in front of the fire place and excitedly started emptying my sock. My one gift was a doctor’s kit, next, I took out my apples and oranges, nuts, and candy. When I came to the piece of candy shaped like a corn cob, remembering Daddy’s warning about getting a corn cob, I looked at it, said, “cob” and threw it in the fire. –Roy Pipes
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I hope you enjoyed Roy’s Christmas memory-there’s more to come about Roy Pipes here on the Blind Pig. More Christmas Memories are on the way too so be on the lookout for them as well.
Tipper
Remembrance is the web
That Christmastime weaves;
Such joy in small gifts,
Such love a small thing gives!
May we in our lavish gifts
Not forget the harder years
When stockings hung with care
Ran over with love and tears.
Ken-yep thats him : )
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It’s not far from here to Darby. I’ve never been there but now I think I might want to go sometime.
Well, that Roy got my attention straight away, when he described how they were sitting by the fireplace and checking those stockings on Christmas Day. It was a big deal for my Daddy to manage to get fruit and candy for all his many children (ELEVEN). But somehow he got the candy canes and an orange for each of us, got them in the stockings and then watched as we eagerly consumed our gifts! SWEET MEMORIES!
Eva Nell
Tipper,
I enjoyed this story of Christmas.
Now I’m wondering if this is the
same Roy Pipes that taught me in
the early years of High School at
Andrews. Everyone loved him! And he
has a son with an Automotive Shop
over in Peachtree…Ken
I remember my brown paper bag we always received at Sunday School. I always looked forward to that bag of candy, nuts, an orange and an apple. The smell is still in my 63 year old mind. It’s sad that children today don’t get excited about that little brown bag.
Thanks for sharing your Christmas memory Roy. Looking forward to Tipper sharing more about you!
Tipper,
Thanks Roy for a wonderful Christmas memory. I wonder what the “corn cob” candy tasted like!
Do you remember any of your siblings telling you about theirs?
If it had been chocolate, no matter if it was a corn cob or not I probably would have saved it! I am a chocoholic…LOL
Anxious to hear more stories…
Thanks,
Tipper and Roy
Today brings back a childhood memory as it is the feast of St. Nicholas. It was a precursor to Christmas. We would hang a stocking before going to bed on Dec. 5, and we would find some sweet treat in that stocking. Of course, we always used my dad’s socks; they were bigger and longer. The nuns also placed a sweet treat in our desks when we arrived at school on Dec. 6th. Fond memories! Roy thanks for sharing your memory; I wondered what that corn cob would have tasted like!
Cute and feeling so sad for that little boy.
My Christmas CD came yesterday, I immediately played it, my husband and I both will cherish it. Thank you!!
I remember when we just got apples, oranges,Brazil nuts,English walnuts and candy canes in our stockings. That’s all we expected.
Every year, on the evening that our family decorated the tree, Mama and Daddy would tell their childhood Christmas stories from the Depression years in coastal NC. We children knew the stories by heart but anxiously waited to hear the retelling each year. (and still do) Then, on Christmas Eve each year, Mama would open her big Bible to read the Christmas Story. With her children gathered close, another tradition eagerly awaited every year. (true family love)