|Me in full work drag - Girard Bank Christmas Party 1979|
At this time of year I often think of Christmases past. This year I remember Christmas 1979.
I worked at Girard Bank in center city Philadelphia, directly across from City Hall. I was a trust operations manager (made sure the trust checks went out on time and were calculated properly - a job that is totally automated now).
|Gathering around the piano to sing Christmas carols at the bank Christmas party - 1979|
Christmastime back then was a big deal. At the first of the month we (bank employees) received a profit sharing distribution from the bank that could total over $1,000 or more. Profit sharing? What's that you ask? Yet another relic of the past when employers valued their employees and showed it. Then corporate greed took over by outsourcing jobs and eliminating profit sharing. But digress again, climbing up on my soapbox.
|Four "bank angels" singing Christmas carols 1979|
Christmas celebrations at the bank were always fun affairs. On the designated day for our Christmas Party, everyone would bring in something to eat and spread it out. Pollyanna gifts would be exchanged. Carols would be sung. Good cheer would be spread. And we would get out early Christmas Eve. Oh those were the days.
|Lining up for the food at the Bank Christmas Party- 1974|
This Christmas I go into work today (filling in for another co-worker). I also work tomorrow Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I will share my Christmas celebrations this year with the grandparents who visit their relatives in Lewes but stay at the hotel because they can't take their grandchildren 24/7. All that energy kids have. Were we EVER like that? But I digress again.
|Digging in at the bank Christmas Party - 1974|
These days I celebrate Christmas alone at the hotel. That's fine with me. Silent night is supposed to be silent and it is when I'm at the hotel on Christmas Eve. Below is a photo taken of me (I think I had a timer, no one else was around) on Christmas Eve 2009. I thought this photo was last year but it is five years ago. Where of where does the time go? Mark your records, I won't be here five years from now but if I am, then you will know a miracle has occurred.
|Me at the hotel, Christmas Eve - 2009|
I'll be talking to you again before Christmas but in case I don't, Merry Christmas to everyone!