The Holidays

We was poor  people and my fondest memories are when my mama  would mix her cake with the usual .. Flour, Prunes . cherries , citron  , sugar,  one can  Margarine which she mistakenly calls butter and  eggs. Usually pound of sponge and  one pound of fruit cake.
All the Marshall sardine  cans saved being used as baking dishes. There was  one  brick oven in the village  , crudely made but  very  effective,. From  morning till night the ladies line up  to use the oven and in the  end all the baking gets done .
We weren't  allowed to touch the cake until  Christmas day and I got meself a lot on whuppin  for trying  to steal .
On Christmas morn . We indulge in cake  wid Pepsi . Juicee and Icee

I would love an Icee cream soda with some Carnation ....all now  :-*

                     

In my opinion Christmas doesn't feel so wonderful as when I was younger. It might be because I am not anymore waiting for presents so eagerly. I prefer more time spent with family and relatives.