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A few Christmas Memories...

Losing Raymond recently has made me sit back and reflect on years gone by. I cannot adequately capture the best moments in photos but these are a few that meant something to both of us. And, they were the ones that were easy to find.

This photo was taken around 1957. My sister Sue looking adoringly at her favorite guy, James Browning "Brownie" Hoffman. Me with the monkey named Mr. Jiggs. Pretty sure I decorated the tree. Draw  your own conclusions as to my talents in that area. Writing on photos! Ummm, guess who did that?


Ray coaching grandson Steve on the art of making the best sugar cookies in the world. Or in our house anyway!
                                           
More happy cookie makers in our kitchen!!!

Someone wants to join in the fun!

Party animal!

Let's all take a ride.

Where are those cookies?


Yummy!

Anyone for Nana B's Christmas Strudel???

Wishing you and yours a blessed Christmas and New Year. If not before, I'll be blogging again after Christmas! Hugs, B
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  1. yayaDecember 4, 2013 at 10:31 PM

    I know this will have to be a difficult Christmas season for you. You have a lovely family and I hope they all can be there to cheer you up and help you through the holiday. You'll be in my prayers and I hope you can find some comfort, peace and joy. Hugs back to you.

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  2. UnknownDecember 5, 2013 at 4:26 AM

    Barb, beautiful memories. Love your ponytail.

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  3. Ingrid BrilesDecember 5, 2013 at 6:51 AM

    Isn't it amazing that all the important photos include family? You are in my heart. Be gentle with yourself this Christmas.

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  4. B.E. SandersonDecember 5, 2013 at 9:16 AM

    I'm so sorry for your loss. :hugs: May you have a peaceful Christmas.

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  5. Susie SwansonDecember 7, 2013 at 10:31 PM

    Such precious memories Barbara. Our good memories are what keeps us going. My heart hurts for you and your family and I'm saddened for your loss . I'm praying really hard for all of you especially through the holidays. God Bless.

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  6. Sandy aka Doris the GreatDecember 9, 2013 at 9:50 AM

    I'm so sorry about the death of your husband. This will be a difficult Xmas, I'm sure. But you have such wonderful memories and hopefully the love of your family will ease things. Thank you for your kind words; I'm so happy to lighten your heart.

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  7. Deb ShuckaDecember 14, 2013 at 12:04 PM

    What wonderful pictures! May they bring you joy in the midst of your grieving.

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  8. Terri TiffanyDecember 18, 2013 at 6:30 PM

    Praying and wishing you many blessings.

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  9. MunirGhiasuddinJanuary 2, 2014 at 7:51 AM

    That is an awesome pictures. So natural and wholesome.

    I am so longing for a Strudel now.:) LOL

    Welcome back.

    My family and myself wish you many good things in 2014 and beyond.

    Happy New Year.

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  10. Susan Flett SwiderskiJanuary 10, 2014 at 11:09 PM

    Oh, Barb, I'm so very sorry for your loss. I hope the happy memories, like the pictures you shared here, will help put the smile back in your heart.

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