One set of my Christmas memories comes from the early-to-mid 1950s – ancient history to most folks but very real to me.
I would have been seven, eight, or nine years old, somewhere in there.
Christmas night was when a passel of Mama’s kinfolks descended on our house. Eight, 10, maybe 12 adults, and at least that many kids. If they were roughly the age of my parents or gr...
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