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A Memory of Christmas Past

A Memory of Christmas Past

   

This was a common occurrence around the dining room table in La Canada, CA (abt. 1957)

 

My mother, Jean Marie Burnham (1914-2012), was a prolific writer.  Writing was an important part of her life and she was probably one of the last letter writers since the art of pen to paper is rapidly becoming a lost art.  In addition to her letter writing, she would write to the local newspaper editor and create poems filled with her often strong opinions and feelings.    She wanted to leave her thoughts and recollections for others to read so she not only wrote her memoirs, she actually penned her own obituary, not wanting to leave her life story to others (which tells many in our family where the “control-freak” originated).  In her later years, she composed poems for the holidays and included them in family Christmas Cards.

Christmas 2009

        I had a dream the other night.

It was Christmas.

All the family was there

From the eldest to the least.

None were missing.

We were sitting at a long table

In La Canada

In the living room.

We were so happy

Eating, laughing, talking.

I woke up

And reminisced of Christmas’s past.

Then I thought of the time

We would all be in heaven.

The circle would be unbroken.

What a day of rejoicing that would be.

It would be Christmas

Every day.

 

The Little Rascals

The Little Rascals

Helen, Bert, Neil McKinnon - Revere, MA on Grandmother's doorstoop         The McKinnon children, Helen Kathleen (1909-1990), Herbert James (1913-1996) and my father, Neil John (1910-2000)   Not pictured, William Sylvester(1913-1996)
Revere, Massachusett 1913
On the stoop of their grandmother’s home,
Katherine O’Brien nee Lanigan

Doesn’t the above picture remind you of the Little Rascals TV series?   Not the full colored movie that was released in 1994 but the black and white TV series that was started in 1955 and had morphed out of the short ‘Our Gang’ comedies from the 1920’s.  I grew up with those rascals and all their escapades.  If you haven’t seen this series, you must.  It takes one back to a time that was innocent and fun for children, when kids could run the streets with their friends, be relatively safe instead of consumed by technology.  It was a time when adventurous and sometimes naughty children were call ‘rascals’.

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Here are some of the Rascals’ characters, Alfafa, Buckwheat, Darla and Spanky (courtesy of Photo Bucket).  See the resemblance with the McKinnons?  William (Bill) looks like Alfafa, Helen (Nell) looks like Darla and my father Neil looks just like Spanky.  The other character pictured above is Buckwheat whose name would surely be politically incorrect today but was a fan favorite and introduced many young viewers to another ethnic group that they were probably separated from in their daily lives.

Unfortunately for the McKinnon rascals, their young lives would be met with many challenges as they grew up in a household with an alcoholic father, William Peter McKinnon ((1884-1951)  and a fiery-tempered, Irish-descent mother, Mary Ellen O’Brien (1889-1960).  My father shared the story of the numerous arguments between his parents which ended in dishes that flew across the room and smashed against the walls.  This always was the result of his inebriated father returning home after a night out spending what little money he had made.  William Peter McKinnon finally left  his home for good in 1918 when my father was only 8 and he never saw him again.  The youngest three children, Helen, Neil and Bert eventually ended up in a Home for the children of single parents and the oldest, Bill stayed with grandma Kate O’Brien since he was 15 and too old for the home.  Their mother couldn’t afford to support them and couldn’t find their father but one might ask where their mother ended up.  Well that is a story for another time.  Yet, through all the McKinnon Children’s challenges, as you can see,  the Little Rascals turned out all right and for the most part, happy and somewhat successful in each of their own ways.

Bill, Neil, Helen and Bert McKinnon 1937

L-R: Herbert James, Neil John, Helen Kathleen, William Sylvester 1937

A New Year…..A New Chance

A New Year…..A New Chance
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                                 (L-R) My father, Neil John McKinnon; sister, Mary Kathleen; brother Neil Jay; sister, Dorothy Grace; brother, Charles Ronald; my mother, Jean Marie Burnham; and me, Joy Colleen

A new year often brings new hope for better things and who doesn’t like to make a resolution or two,  although I think that the new term is ‘Do-Over’.  That’s probably because Do Over doesn’t sound so final.  It’s like you are in the middle of a process that doesn’t have a real level or requirement of commitment.   After all, don’t we just want another chance to try again at something whether it being weight loss,  finances or a multitude of other areas in our lives?  I have decided on two major projects this year.  The first is a Do Over with all my genealogy, sorting through papers, organizing, and basically pretending that I’m starting from the beginning.  The second is not the first attempt at this and sadly not even my tenth but I’m going to Do Over my daily menu choices and the only pat I can give myself on the back is for not giving up on this for the rest of my life.
New Years brings to mind not only the resolutions that I make but the traditions that my family shared for many years.  New Years had a few special traditions in our McKinnon household and it always started with the Rose Parade.  Beautiful, flower-laden floats,  loud, marching bands and beautiful waving princesses along side their radiant queen was our New Year beginning.  It began with watching it on a small black and white TV but I remember when we got our first color TV…well…life took on new meaning for me since I was always a girl that loved a great TV show but that’s a story for another time.   (Think it falls under obsessive behavior.)  Adding to the Rose Parade itself was the fact that I was raised in La Canada which is only a few miles from Pasadena and the infamous parade route on Colorado Boulevard.  It is hard to believe that our family never went to watch it in person as close as it was.  My parents were never fond of crowds but my mother sometimes took us down the next day where they parked the floats after the parade.  It probably was better in many ways as we could get much closer to the floats and examine the meticulous work that hundreds of volunteers had put into designing and decorating them.
As with most of my family traditions, food was involved.  My mother would cook a ham and serve it with potato salad and jello salad.  Now, if you were a child born before 1970, most families had a jello salad or two that they were known for since a repertoire of dishes were needed for church potlucks .  One of my mother’s was her lime jello with crushed pineapple and whipped cream.  For the next few days, there would be ham on rye sandwiches with leftover potato and jello salads.  Why is it that even now I can still savor it with only my memory.  To finish off the ham, my mother would make split pea soup from the ham bone.  Add Saltine Crackers and a glass of milk for a meal of perfection!
So, to New Beginnings and Do Overs for 2016 and the belief that the best is yet to come.

A Christmas Favorite

A Christmas Favorite

Joy and Jana with Santa

 

Christmas is upon us and I thought that I would post my all time favorite Christmas photo.  This is me with my niece Jana Marie Richards.  Can you guess which one is me?  If you chose the interesting and fashionable little girl that screamed fashion with her coordinated striped skirt, fetching blazer and saddle shoes, you would be correct.  I am trying to distract you from the look on my face that reveals a lot about who I was then and still am now.  You might conclude that I had a look of disdain on my face as I appeared to look at my niece who was obviously hogging the entire Santa lap and center of the picture while I was exiled onto the arm of the chair.  You may be correct as I was the baby of five children in my family…until….the first grandchild arrived when I was only 3.  There is something all wrong with that as you can see by my face.  Yet, knowing what type of person I am and traits that I have and even displayed at a very young age, that look may mean something completely different.  You see, I am a “big picture” person with a very critical eye.  I hope that you can see Santa’s face.  I’m not sure exactly where they found him but it looks as though he has a black eye and hangover from too much Christmas ‘nog’.  I may be eyeing the entire situation and deciding whether Santa is responsible enough to be holding a small child.  Notice my crossed arms.  Santa isn’t going to touch me and in some small way, I’m sure that I was very glad that Jana was born so I didn’t have to deal with Santa up close and personal that year.