|My earliest memory of Christmas was the fun of watching Disney characters on TV|
Here we are, Christmas Day 2013! I hope you and yours are having a glorious Christmas Day.
On this Christmas Day I am reminded of Christmas Days of past. The first Christmas I can remember I was probably about eight years old. We were living at a cockroach infested 2nd floor apartment at 120 Washington Avenue in Downingtown, Pennsylvania. Being the oldest of three sons in the Tipton family I wanted and thought I was entitled to my first ever Lionel train set. All year I whined and whined about getting my own Lionel train set. Christmas morning comes, with the colored bubble lights on the Christmas tree in the corner of the "front" room (what we called the living room of our $22.00 a month apartment).
|Me and my brothers and some neighborhood kids on the stoop steps at our apartment at 120 Washington Avenue in Downingtown, PA - the Poor White Trash section of the town (still there by the way!)|
I could hardly sleep Christmas Eve. By the first light of morning I rush from the back bedroom on the cheap linoleum floors to the front room. There it was! A big box. I look at the tag. Next to Santa's smiling face it said "To Ronnie, Junior and John." WHAT? To the three of us? One present to the three of us? As my younger brothers held back, I tore the Christmas wrapping off the package and there it was, a Lionel train set. But for the three of us? How was that going to work?
My Mom said "It's for the three of you?" OH.MY. Even my eight year old brain understood that WASN'T GOING TO WORK.
|What I wanted and DIDN'T get - first Lesson In Life - if you want something get it yourself|
Well, with Disneyland cartoons playing on the TV, I opened the box. We (I) decided that I would get the engine and coal car. My second brother Isaac would get the two middle cars, and John, as the youngest brother, would get the caboose. Well folks, long story short, it didn't work. Within a half an hour we were arguing who was controlling the train. The big problem was who controlled the tracks. We each took a portion of the tracks but we needed the whole tracks to make it work. Needless to say, this "It's for all of you" didn't work. I think this was the first time in my life that I realized my Mother could make mistakes too. I don't know whatever happened to that train, all I knew is that I never played with it again. I gave it up to my brothers. It didn't take them to long to destroy it.
The next Christmas that I can remember we had moved to another second floor apartment in Downingtown, this one on Boot Road and without cockroaches (it was a brand-new building and the cockroaches didn't have time to set up house). This time
|My first camera! All mine!|
|Isaac and John with Sam and my cat Bobby|
|I think this is the first ever picture I took with my new camera. I didn't even give Isaac and John time to put on their coats (they|
|John and Isaac with their Christmas gifts, a bicycle for EACH of them (no sharing here, I guess Mom understood that brothers don't share)|
|My first "action" shot with my Kodak Brownie camera of my brothers playing with our family dog Sam in front of our Boot Road Apartment house in Downingtown, PA|
|Tall and gawky me (just turned 12 years old) - what was I doing?|
|"Bobby" - a stray tabby cat that I found as a kitten born somewhere in the Gindy manufacturing plant - he took up with me - I loved that cat and he loved me - never had a cat since - maybe someday|
|Brother John hugging MY cat Bobby (who doesn't seem too thrilled about it)|
|My very own Picture of Dorian Gray - however this one is reversed - I get old and the picture stays the same|
|The Old Guy with his best Christmas Present Ever taken this Christmas morning 2013|
|Christmas 1971 - taking presents to my parents|