Christmas’s Past:Four to Eleven

1963.15 C,I,Xmas morning

© irene waters 2015

This morning I visited Diane from Still the Lucky Few who reflects on life as a Senior. She was born into the generation before the Baby Boomers – The Silent Generation. This group was born between 1926 and 1945 and what she has to say is fascinating. My mother and husband both belong to this group as well. It made me think of the generational differences we would have as well as the global differences that the same generation would have given the place that they lived. My Mum’s experience in Australia would, for example, be different to that of Diane’s in Canada and my husband’s in England.

This led to an idea. If anyone is interested, starting with monthly I will host a PAST post. I will start with Christmas past given that we are now in full swing in the Festive Season. If you want to join in write a post about your Christmases in the past. It can be the routine of them, how you celebrated, memorable Christmases, the types of presents you received. Anything you want to write. Just add what generation you are and what country this past event occurred in.Leave a link on my post and I will add it so that it can easily be found. If enough people are interested I will try and work out the blue frog to do link ups.

I’m looking forward to reading your stories and looking for what is common to them and the differences. Above all I hope it is fun.

Childhood Christmas’s Past : 4 yrs to 11 yrs

Generation: Baby Boomer

Country: Australia

As children we loved Christmas. I’m sad to say it was the thought of presents more than the celebration of Baby Jesus. From the time the silver Christmas Tree was erected with its sparse decorations we were super hyped. By Christmas Eve we could hardly control ourselves. Some presents were under the tree already but it was the empty pillowslips that Santa would fill that we couldn’t wait for. Mum used our energy singing Christmas Carols around the piano and then we would dress up using sheets and towels and do a nativity play. For some reason we loved doing this but when we moved to Sydney (12 yrs) we no longer did these things. After we had entertained my parents we would put out the piece of Christmas Cake and glass of sherry for Santa and off we’d go to bed. We figured the earlier we went to bed the quicker the next morning would come.

Up early we’d stare longingly at the full pillowcase until eventually my parents would arrive in the lounge room and we would be allowed to open one present from the pillow case.  The remainder of the presents we didn’t get to open until we returned from church. My Father was a minister and had two services, one that was very early and there simply wasn’t time for him to get ready and us to open our presents. We were jealous of the other kids at church who had all opened theirs before the service. We would get home from church around midday and then sit and open them. We would receive one main present, the santa sack which were mainly stocking fillers of edible delights, perhaps a dress my Mum had made for the Barbie doll, bubble bath and bits and pieces like that with one larger present. We loved it all. Other presents included one from my Dad’s mother, one from Auntie Boudie (who still sent me a rag book each year) and one or two other smaller gifts. We didn’t have a lot so everything, no matter how small, we appreciated everything.

1963.16 C,I, presents open

© irene waters 2015

Despite the heat of the day we would always sit down to a traditional English menu of Roast Chicken, roast veggies and leg ham lunch followed by plum pudding. The table would be laden with nuts, glace fruit, chocolates  and sweets and we would eat ourselves silly until we were fit to burst. Lunch would finish around 3 pm and we would retire to bed to read the books we had received and munch on more sweeties from our Santa sack.

Tea, if we had any, would be left over meats made into sandwiches. We didn’t see any other family members on Christmas day as they lived 800 miles away in Sydney. My Dad always took holidays after Christmas so we would make the trip and see them for a couple of weeks and this would be followed by a beachside holiday at Ballina.

The silent Generation –





About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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12 Responses to Christmas’s Past:Four to Eleven

  1. mvschulze says:

    It would be a glass of milk for Santa up here. In summertime Australia, would Santa wear his jolly red and white fur suit? Would he be making the trip all the way from the North Pole? Just curious. Merry Christmas to you and your family. M 🙂


    • Santa is certainly in his red and white fur suit. It must be a dreadful job to have in our heat. Not so bad now as most shopping areas are probably air conditioned but in my early days in the subtropics it must have been murder. He made the trip on his sleigh from the North Pole, came down the chimney ( a difficult one to explain when you don’t have a chimney) was given sherry (the drink would differ from households depending on what was drunk – some would leave brandy, others beer and no doubt others left milk.) We didn’t leave anything for the reindeers. I hope you and your family also have a very happy Christmas.


  2. What a surprise to open your blog and find a mention of my own blog! Thank you for that! I love your story. And I was fascinated by the pictures. Baby boomers had many more childhood pictures taken than we did. I’m so glad you kept them in such perfect shape. I like your idea of creating a PAST post. I can hardly wait to click on the blue frog! Have a great Christmas, Irene.

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    • You gave me the idea Diane and it may or may not take off but it certainly is intriguing to see into the similarities and differences that countries and generations make to a celebration that many of us share. I hope you and your family also have a lovely Christmas. Cheers Irene


  3. Just wanted to stop by and say Hello before getting back to working on my book! Loved this post and pictures of a simpler time when photos were shared hand to hand with people who visited your home, instead of spread over the universe without a thought. Happy Holidays! ~Karen~

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    • Glad you did Karen and glad I read your post. Your writing puts us in the place allowing us to visualise the picture. Looking forward to when you finish your book. Times have changed. The big thing with photos is now they cost nothing so everything can be snapped, then deleted if necessary. Before you used a bit of caution in both the number of photos taken and how you took them. Have a happy Holiday season. Cheers Irene

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  4. Irene, this is a terrific idea – can’t wait to read what others have to say. Had much fun learning about your Aussie Christmas. Our Hanukkah was also so much simpler than the way it’s celebrated today. One menorah lit, a tiny gift each night, often the stuff we needed, like socks or a new toothbrush. You’re lucky that you have photos – none of us exist.
    Have a wonderful Christmas.

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    • I don’t think I am going to have to many responses at this point in the lead up to Christmas. People are far too busy to think about anything other than their family celebrations and that is how it should be. Perhaps it will grow, perhaps not but it could be really interesting to read how others were similar or different to that which you experienced yourself. I have to admit I am quite ignorant as to the Jewish celebrations but from the sound of it the meaning was more important in our day but these days commercialism and visual displays are necessary to many people.
      I know I am lucky to have the photographs. I was lucky my Grandfather’s hobby was photography and it rubbed off on all of us. Even the photographs though you can see a difference in the generations as those my parents took were posed, unnatural shots where mine are much more spontaneous.
      Hope you have a Happy Christmas as well Sharon.


  5. Deb says:

    Your idea is a very good one! I am interested in how others celebrate(d) Christmas. I need to rummage through the photos at my parents house and find a few to share.

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  6. Charli Mills says:

    What a fun post to do! I’ll give it some thought and join you!

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