Photo Friday
honey creek
Doug & Melissa’s Wedding
I took a lot of VHS tapes from Aunt Jane & Uncle Lloyd’s basement last Christmas. I did a really good job of getting right on editing them too. I had about a dozen reasonably nice videos done by January 6th when school started up again. Then I completely forgot about them. I’ll start adding them to the Photo Friday mix.
I didn’t include all of the footage from these. My idea was to create some fairly short videos that include just the “high lights” of each event. There is a link below the video if you want to see the larger sized version.
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Aunt Lolly’s Story (part 10)
Christmases at our house were so wonderful. We would go to Christmas Eve services at Honey Creek. We would each receive a big bag of candy and an orange. When we got home, Santa had been there. The front room would have a beautiful big cedar tree all decorated, with gifts stacked 3 & 4 feet deep all around the tree. We would get so many wonderful things for Christmas because we had these wonderful brothers and sisters who sacrificed to make sure we had a good Christmas. We also had big crates of oranges, grapefruits and apples to eat. What a treat that was.
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Things I Remember Fondly… by Aunt Sis (part 6)
Christmas at Honey Creek Immanuel Church was the best and took quite an effort. Adolph’s cousin Mary and Leona told us there was candy and peanuts and oranges there for all school children so we were eager to get there. The tree was a tremendous size and beautifully trimmed. It was lighted with real candles, when I smell wax burning it still takes me back all those years. The Immanuel school children sang all the pretty carols, and the service was in English and we got to hear the story of the birth of our Savior from sin. “Momma and Daddy used, THE STICK often, so we knew about Sin.” The ride to church, 8 miles by horse and buggy seemed forever, except coming home the sky was full of dazzling stars and it was so cold we covered with Adolph’s heavy lap robe to keep warm. We had our goodies in our arms and listened to the horses shoes hit the flint stone rocks on the road, and the sparks were as pretty as the stars in the sky.