December 22, 2010 A fit of nostalgia just blew over me. That happens this time of year. It sent me to my scrapbook of 1975, thirty-five years ago. If you read it, hopefully you have forgotten it.
"The most exciting Christmas of my childhood occurred while brother Floyd was working at H.D. Bowman & Son Drug Store during Christmas vacation from college. Grandpa and Grandma Miller were coming by train from Port Huron for Christmas. Our dad took the horse and cutter into Almont to meet them. I begged to go but was given some excuse why I could not. I remember waiting at the dining room window to see them come down the road. It was nearly dark before sleigh bells were heard and the dim figures of horse and cutter seen.
On Christmas eve I was nestled all snug in my bed when what to my wondering eyes should appear but Santa at my bedroom door. He was dressed from head to toe in a brown horsehide coat. It was dark and I couldn't see much. I later learned that Santa was Floyd returning home from work at the drug store. His presence seemed to fill my tiny bedroom as he boomed out 'Merry Christmas!' He asked if I had been a good little girl, then said he had brought what I wanted for Christmas. I was so thrilled I could hardly speak.
"When Christmas morning finally came...there IT was...my beautiful blue wicker doll buggy with my Daisy doll sitting in it. Later I was to understand why I was not allowed to go to the depot to meet Grandma and Grandpa. They were bringing the doll buggy.
"Santa had left Daisy the year before. While at Grandma Miller's for Thanksgiving weekend that year, we had gone Christmas Wishing at Sperry's. Grandma told me to pick out the prettiest of all dolls sitting in tiers along the wall. I pointed to the one with a pretty blue bonnet and dress. Christmas morning there she was! I thought it miraculous Santa had remembered."
Time marches on and many years later, wanting my dolls and doll buggy to remain in my family, I gave them to granddaughters and great-granddaughters.
My Christmas Greeting brings a prayer that God will always bless...your home and you and those you love...with lasting happiness.
Gertie Brooks is a lifelong Almont area resident. A 'farm girl,' Gertie is the premier historian for the Almont area, and frequently offers her memories and first-hand accounts in her 'Country Cousin' columns.