This being the season to celebrate Christmas I decided to write my Chistmas memories all this month.
My earlist memory of Christmas must have been when I was almost five years old. It had to be 1945. We had just moved into our new house here at Barnett Crossroads community during Thanksgiving weekend. Our house was not finished inside. Daddy called it "dried in", meaning we had a solid roof, walls all around and floors. The rooms were outlined with 2x4 studs. Everybody had bedrooms to share with views into every room inside. We could run from the bedoom right through the walls to the kitchen a...