Many years ago, my Granny gave the girls and women in our family a gift that created some momentum. I’m guessing she didn’t know what to give and decided to make us all red flannel nightgowns. My younger cousins got PJs in the same fabric. We have a picture of all us decked out in our finery. My husband called us the “Lincoln Tabernacle Choir”. It was almost 20 years ago and I still have mine. I love it. It is WARM! I actually use it as a robe/housecoat on Christmas morning. When my children were born, I made them their versions of the treasured red flannel sleepwear. My sister did the same. I must admit that I haven’t kept up the sewing for my kids in several years. I haven’t sewn much of anything except basic repairs and Girl Scout patches lately! I did pick up some red sleep pants for each of the kids this week for them to wear Christmas Eve night. I hope it is enough to spur a conversation. To keep a memory of family stories alive. I love my red nightgown obviously because my beloved grandmother made it. Granny only lived long enough to meet my son as a baby. It makes me sad that my children and nieces don’t have memories of their own of someone so important to me. They will have to make do with the family stories that we tell. Good thing my sister and I like to tell stories so much!
Do you have a family holiday memory that makes you smile? Please share!