Earlier in the week, I asked my Mom to scan a few of her old holiday photos of me and my brother from when we were little. She sent me this shot, taken in Everett, Washington, on Christmas in 1968:
And this shot, showing off our holiday loot, taken on Christmas Day the following year after we'd moved briefly to Fort Meyers, Fla.
We returned to Everett the following year, but showing you where I lived for the various Christmases of my childhood isn't the point of this post. This is:
Remember when I showed you my attic earlier this fall? And what I found in my attic, sans spectacles?
I'm thinking I may have to bring her down and re-create some Christmas morning magic.
So glad I tossed those glasses.
p.s. Yes, I pulled the string. Sadly, Mrs. Beasley has nothing to say after all these years. Can't really blame her. I probably wouldn't say much after spending all those years in my attic either.