Christmas 1984. Holidays of my youth were filled with tidings and good cheer. And Andes mints and cordial cherries (even though I hated them, I still loved the holiday spirit they represented). And Swiss Miss hot chocolate with the mini marshmallows, even though a packet never yielded enough marshmallows, and I would always add a handful […]
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Me, about 4 years old, somewhere near Crater Lake, Oregon. Mom still made my sandwiches for me here. She probably packed a few for the hike we were on that day. I thought about mom packing a sandwich for me as I got my own lunch together for today—veggies and cream cheese on a bagel. […]
Home for the holidays means so many things.