But when I bring those down and start trying to remember what goes where, I find myself smiling over little things:
Actually, it goes back more than fifty years. I also have a pine cone tipped with just a hint of silver--one of many made by my grandmother in the Forties the year she discovered silver spray paint. Each of these and many more evoke their own memories and smiles. And the tinsel. A couple of years ago, I found real tinsel in a catalog--not that nasty plastic stuff. And each year I carefully put it on strand by strand. And giggle as I remember the year daughter Kate was a senior and we also had an exchange student from Mexico, Aurora Flores. The girls were helping me decorate the tree when I was called to the phone in another room. I could hear fits of laughter while on the phone, and when I returned, there was tinsel on the drapes, the lamps, the ceiling fixtures, the pictures, and in the girls' hair. Everywhere but the tree.
So I probably won't put this all up next year. Right.