When we were discussing Christmas traditions last week, I forgot to mention an important one of mine.
Growing up, my next door neighbors were like surrogate grandparents to my brother and me. Both of my parents worked full time, and my brother and I would spend hours there. They were the original DIY’ers. They had huge gardens, June made her own clothes, and Cecil was an amazing wood worker. He would make amazing toy trains and little wooden dolls, and then June would sew their dresses and paint their faces.
Under June and Cecil’s guidance, I learned how to knit and sew (by hand — I can’t run a sewing machine to save my soul). My brother learned to work on cars. We would make popcorn on the stove. We loved spending time with them, and my parents loved that we weren’t home alone so much. They truly were a couple out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
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