Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Box 15

One place that always makes me think of sensory details is my Grandma and Grandpa Feichter's house at Christmas time. Although I go there many times throughout the year, every time I walk into the house, I always look to my left half-heartedly expecting to see her big Christmas tree that she so delicately decorates in shades of brown and gold with presents surrounding the room. Something that always comes to my mind when I go there at Christmas time is a memory so little, but it has never escaped me. That memory is of my Uncle John, who divorced my Aunt Jane close to a year after the memory. It was of him riding on this new horse that my grandparents had purchased for my cousin, JT. Uncle John was riding on it like he was in a rodeo and I thought that it was the funniest thing every.
Another thing that I am reminded of when I go to my grandparents house at Christmas time is this punch that never fails to be present every year. My grandma makes it was Green Sorbet and then pours Sprite on top of it. It is always a big hit with my family and she constantly has to keep on re-filling the punch bowl. 
As I am thinking about this memory, I can hear Nat King Cole and Frank Santra playing softly in the background and the smell of ham cooking in the kitchen. My whole, yet very small family, is usually gathered in the living room the whole night playing game such as Racko and Bingo and trying to win prizes off of the prize table that every brings a small gift or two for. My little brother, Griffin, is always the caller for Bingo and every one always gets a kick out of it because he gets really into announcing where we can mark our numerous cards next.
By the time the night is over, everyone is always stuffed from eating all the food that grandma had prepared for the holiday party and everyone is usually found laying around watching the Christmas story before my immediate family heads off to midnight mass at our church and when all my little cousins go home and await Santa to come and bring them presents that night.

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