Christmas Past

That brought tears to my eyes.
Thank-you for sharing.

 

Why I hate Turkey

I was born in Windsor Royal Berkshire.
My Dad knew all the Framers and Lords.

One Christmas, wearing my new mittens my Mother had knitted me, I went with him to choose our Turkey.

As we arrived the noise scared me!!!
There were hundreds of these ugly birds in a cage.
As he opened the gate, with me hiding behind my Dad, all the birds went crazy.
Suddenly off went my Dad, chasing this particular Turkey, I was cowardly in the corner.
This damn bird came right up to me, staring at me!
It pecked my mitten when I tried to shoo it away, but it pulled at the thread, and my mitten unraveled.
My Dad could not hear me calling, suddenly all the wool was all over the place and the Turkeys kept pulling and getting tangled in it.

Eventually, my Dad came back, sack in hand, whisked me under his arm, and back to the car.

The next day I saw it hanging in the garage, I was sure it was looking at me, and I shot off back inside.
On Christmas day, I could not eat Turkey, nor have I ever since.
I was only 5 years old when that happened.
I know my Dad never forgot that day and told my twins the story.
See some memories of Christmas past, are with us forever.

 

That was funny. That farm was producing some big turkeys. I wonder how much attack turkeys like that would cost.

 

Great story darling

I do think you need to try being veggie . All the taste but none of the suffering xx xx xx

 

They are still there. Christmas Winter Turkey near Windsor, Berkshire Local Food Shops and Producers - Big Barn

 

I do both. xxx

 

Born and raised in the mid west of the USA snow was common for Christmas day. Eight years old and needing the old sled replaced the request hit Santa's list. Eureka! Come Christmas morn he had come through as if there was any doubt. A beautiful brand new Flexible Flyer with shiny red runners and the red arrow and eagle lining the center slat. Oh, hurry get some sand paper and get that paint off the bottom of the runners. If you don't know the paint drags in the snow. Pure metal contact with the slippery surface gets you the better speed. Beeswax 'em for the fastest ride down that snow covered hill. Oh, this is going to be great! Hey, did it snow last night? No! Where's the snow? Nowhere in sight. It's not even cold outside. I had to wait for an agonizing two whole weeks before there was even a hint of snow fall. That's the way it is. Ya can't go very fast down hill with a new sled on just dead grass. (Believe me we tried) But when that snow finally hit the slopes I was the fastest slider in the bunch.

 

Aww lovely memory. X

 

Have you ever watched this film.?
Getting a pig for the Christmas dinner was only the start of their problems. The scene (shown in the trailer) where they tried to tempt the pig with food to put his head in the gas oven was so funny, although it went over the heads of some of the younger audience.

We ran the film at the time of the changeover to natural gas in London. As you may remember, the new higher pressure gas and lack of coal tar was causing the pipes to leak everywhere and their were a few nasty gas explosions, since 5% (rather than 40%) was the explosive concentration.

Buildings were being evacuated daily and on a busy night our theatre was included.
After 45 minutes of standing in the rain, we readmitted the soggy audience and continued the film. A few minutes later, we got to the oven scene and you can imagine their reaction, particularly when the granny opened her bedroom door and shouted "I can smell gas" (also in the trailer). Although the projection rooms are soundproof, we heard the audience applause.

I really miss the days when the audience moved with the film. Today these modern cinemas have no atmosphere and all the companies worry about is selling popcorn.