Christmas in Minneapolis, Minnesota in the 1960s and 1970s
The presents were all crowded around the base of the tree. Each tag told who it was from, and who it was for. There were always a few silly ones, like a jar of green olives (which I still love) that said that they were from Santa, but the real gifts from Santa were very impressive, and weren't under the tree.
After the meal, someone was selected to go get the presents from under the tree and distribute them. Sometimes my maternal grandmother and her 2nd husband would be with us. My paternal grandparents I hardly knew at all. The grownups would sit in the chairs and the kids would sit on the floor. Everyone opened their gifts at the same time, and we were careful to throw away the wrapping right away. We exchanged gifts with our cousins, and since we didn't keep in touch very much, I remember that many times the toys were too childish - they didn't know how old we were. I really didn't mind, I liked the toys.
I have fond memories of Christmas.
By the way, that's me in all three photos, the baby without much hair in the top photo, the nerdy kid with messy hair reading a book, and all grown up, with more hair than I knew what to do with.
Posted by Brad Hall