My childhood memories begin and end around the
tree, as it was far more than a symbol of family
traditions or personal style.
Sparking my imagination,
decorated trees were
pure holiday fantasy.
It's the lights that
made Christmas trees special for me. The memory of the lights
remain shiny and bright, so much so that they still glow in
my mind's eye.
I grew up in the
1950's, so we didn't have the little twinkling, bright white lights of
Through eyes of those who come after
me, those big,
old-fashioned white, blue, green, and red lights that I grew up with
might look oddly retro, even vintage.
I especially remember
those magnificent bubble lights. Click here
if you have no clue what I'm talking about. Loving those
lights as I did, I did a bit of research on those lighted, colored glass tubes
that bubbled as the light
"Bubble lights, invented in the late 1930s by Carl Otis, who
worked for Montgomery Ward, were the first innovation in Christmas lights since the early 20th century. They were
based on the use of methylene chloride that would boil or ``bubble,'' and introduced as ``Bubble-lites'' by NOMA Lites
in 1945. They did not become popular until the mid-1950s."
These were only sold for about ten years, and so are very rare today.
Bubble lights from the 1940s can sell for $100 a set. Recently
another American company has begun to market bubble lights again.
After everyone had gone
to bed, I'd gently push the presents under the tree aside and lie
under the tree branches, next to that wimpy red and green metal
stand. I'd admire the ornaments from the bottom up, wonders that
ranged from the sublime to the absurd, from fragile and glittering indented glass
balls to clunky kid-made "creations."
I'd lie there in my
entranced, mesmerized and transfixed by those bubbling lights, only
to fall asleep amongst the fallen needles, immersed in that wonderful
Sometime in the night,
Dad would scoop me up in his arms and carry me to bed, because I'd wake up in
the morning in my bed, snug and warm, and never a word would be said
about my night wandering.
"Life is a Gift."
P.S. If you would
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only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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