We’re entering the weekend before Christmas, a time when
people set aside all thoughts—well, most, hopefully—of business and the
pressures of the outside world. It’s a time when people’s thoughts turn toward
home and family. With all the holiday shopping done, the gifts wrapped and
tantalizingly on display, the Christmas cards all—well, at least that top
forty, in my case—addressed and mailed, the western world may now heave a
collective sigh of relief and get on with what we’ve all been waiting for: the
festivities with family and friends.
While most holiday gatherings are peopled with faces from
the present, I’ve noticed a few faces from the past slipping in and taking
their place in a parade of memories.
Perhaps this is to be expected for those of us accustomed to
thinking of those we claim in our heritage. After all, we tend to spend a lot
of time with those no longer with us—except in the documents studiously
collected for genealogical verification processes.
Some of the people gathering with us—in memory only—during
this holiday season are those we knew and remember from years long gone:
great-grandparents, great aunts and great uncles—then grandparents. And now, even
parents and sometimes siblings, too. Like reruns from a eulogy of years past,
much of what we recall are the good reports of these loved ones. When seen from
such a distance, all the warts and bumps seem to fade away, and we remember
with fondness the significance of their gift to our lives. We can celebrate
them now.
Others we remember—and it takes a family historian to be
able to do this—are those in our past whom we’ve never met. Those whose
acquaintance has been made only on paper. It’s a one-way relationship
facilitated by government records, newspaper archives, musty old books and even
faded photographs. Sometimes, in the droning after-dinner conversation, these
specters are resurrected through the words of an aging relative, when the chatter
turns to “I remember” tales, passing vignettes of personal heritage from
generation-before to generation-after. In the ether of transient talk, we evoke
those remembered for another generation and allow them to join the gathering.
No matter where your holiday gatherings occur, and who is
planning to attend them, may they be blessed with the contextual richness of
those added generations, as you and your family pass along tales from your
heritage to those who may carry their memory into the future.
Above left: Chromolithograph "Christmas Eve" produced by Joseph C. Hoover and Sons, Philadelphia, in the late 1800s; courtesy Library of Congress via Wikipedia; in the public domain.
Above left: Chromolithograph "Christmas Eve" produced by Joseph C. Hoover and Sons, Philadelphia, in the late 1800s; courtesy Library of Congress via Wikipedia; in the public domain.
I have dug out some photos of folks that used to share Christmas with me - and will share them with family on Christmas. They will always be remembered and always be treasured.
ReplyDeleteI noticed you shared some on your blog today, Iggy. Yes, these are memories to always treasure!
DeleteWarts and bumps yes they are forgotten over time:)
ReplyDeleteI found it quite enlightening when I learned that the funeral term "eulogy" is actually a word from the Greek, which roughly translated (in my own terms here) means "a good word." From the point of the funeral onward, we take our cue from the meaning of that word, eulogy, and what we say and think of the "dear departed" seems to grow more rosy and optimistic.
DeleteToo bad we all couldn't catch on to that sooner :)