American Legacies Organization, Inc.

By Judy Goldman

I grew up on a farm in the heart of central New Jersey. We lived in a quiet, rural area. It wasn’t that bad, though. Being on a farm had its advantages, although it wasn’t really much to speak of, as farms go. My grandparents aging seemed to be inversely proportional to the number of animals we had. During this particular December, the chickens and goats were long gone and all that remained were three dogs and an ever-increasing number of stray cats that somehow managed to make their way to the farmhouse.

(Left to right: My mother Ida Miller, Aunt Hazel, Aunt Tick and Aunt Regime

Back row left to right: Uncle Charlie, Uncle Harry Maze, Jack Glob, and My father I. R. Miller)

by Lynn Ruth Miller

copyright Lynn Ruth Miller 1999

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A Bike for Christmas

By Vickie Perkins nee Alumbaugh

The Christmas I remembers most is when I got my first two wheel bicycle. It was green. It was in the 1950s and I was around 6 or 7 years old.

By  Anonymous

It was the night before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier.
 

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go...Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'
 

by Mary Erickson

Author of My Life Undercover,

www.BehlerPublications.com

By Sandy Williams Driver

December 23, 1834

By: Ex POW Robert M. Abrahamson

My brothers and I were all drafted into the United States Army. The oldest, Frederick, was in the first draft lottery drawn personally by President Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1940. The next year, Fred went on the first troop ship to England, the Queen Mary. Georges draft number followed and he was called to service in 1944. He left a wife and a 3-year old baby at home.

Contributed By Jennifer Thompson

When someone shares memories of their family and of times past, you can almost always count on stories from holidays, and often about Christmas. Of course, this is one of the happiest and most carefree time to gather; a feeling of peace and of cheer fill the air and our hearts.
 

Remembering Christmas At Mamaw’s

By Sandy Siple

When I started having grand-children ten years ago, I wanted to give them something special that no one could ever take away. The cherished memories of Christmas loved and shared at Grandmas.

By Jennifer Thompson

500 years ago - December 1503

December 14- Birthday of Nostradamus, [Michel de Nostre-Dam-us], French astrologist/prophet.

300 years ago - December 1703

December 30- Tokyo hit by Earthquake; about 37,000 die.

150 years ago - December 1853