As a couple, Bill and I have never gone out and cut down a Christmas tree. For several years, we purchased our Christmas tree from a nursery, but then we started buying them from our local volunteer fire department. I reasoned that the fire department would surely sell the freshest-cut trees in town. Looking back, I’m sad that our sons didn’t get to experience Christmas tree “shopping” in a forest like I did as a child. As I reminisce about my childhood experience, I’ll share those memories with my sons and readers with a post that I first shared two years ago…
As I’ve mentioned before, I grew up on a dairy farm. The wooded acreage was mostly made up of deciduous trees, but there were evergreens sprinkled throughout. Every year, my dad took my brother and me with him to find the perfect Christmas tree. Sometimes my mom came with us, but usually she stayed home and had hot chocolate waiting for us upon our return. We didn’t have a sign to follow, but my dad knew every nook and cranny of his farm, and he always knew which direction to head to find the best pine tree.
Bundled up in my heavy winter coat, mittens, hat, and cowgirl boots; I would pick out a twenty foot tall tree and then pout when Dad said that it was too big. I was convinced that our ceiling was way taller than the trees that Dad was trying to direct me toward. I wanted a tree that touched our ten-foot-tall ceiling, and even though every single year Dad had to cut some of the tree off so it would fit, I was convinced that the tree was tiny… until we got it in the house.
Pines native to our family farm are the Eastern White, Shortleaf, Pit, Virginia, Pond, and Table Mountain. I thought I remembered Dad calling the pines on our farm, black pines, but I just learned that they are only native to coastal areas of Japan, so it’s safe to say that’s not what we cut down.
As soon as we got the tree home, Dad would measure the tree and saw some of the trunk off so it would fit in our house. Next he would whittle the trunk down so that it fit in the old cast iron wagon wheel he used for the Christmas tree stand. It was very heavy and was the perfect weight to keep the tree from floating and falling over in it’s tub of water. A big red tub that Mom used for gardening during the summer became the lifeline to our tree when it was filled with water, and kept full during the week the tree was up. Our tree was not going to dry out!
Dad cutting the tree trunk to fit the wagon wheel stand (Dec 1976)
Dad would save the extra branches that he cut off the bottom of the tree for my mom to use to decorate the mantel, making our house smell like a pine forest!
Once the tree was up, Dad strung the big old fashioned lights so we could decorate it (only they weren’t old fashioned at the time). We were only allowed to have the lights on for a half-hour or so at a time because the bulbs got so hot. I hated having to turn the lights off when our time was up!
Of course my brother and I had a blast decorating the tree with our mom. Like all children of that era, putting on the icicles (tinsel) was our favorite part! We would start out carefully placing each individual strand on one at a time, but as we got bored with the process, we would start tossing handfuls at a time leaving glittery clumps randomly placed on the tree.
We never had our tree up for more than about a week because my parents were concerned about the fire hazard, and quite honestly, I think that was the norm back then. One year our tree came down a little early thanks to me. When I was in first grade, I had the mumps during my Christmas break. While checking out my favorite little elf decoration, I managed to pull the whole tree over on top of myself! Since I had the mumps, and therefore swollen jaws, my dad said that I looked like a chipmunk crawling out from under a tree in the forest!
Infamous Elves on Circa 1980 Tree
My grandmother always had white pine Christmas trees since she had a grove of them that my uncles had planted as part of an FFA (Future Farmers of America) project, and she had a nice little selection to choose from. I always loved how soft the leaves on the white pines felt when you brushed up against them, and how wonderful the tree smelled when you walked into Grandmother’s living room. In addition to the decorations, my Grandmother taped envelopes of money onto the tree for each of her grandchildren. There were 17 envelopes, each with a twenty dollar bill in it. On Christmas night we could take down our envelope. My brother’s was always closest to the top since he was the oldest and the tallest.
My Papaw always cut down cedars for his Christmas tree because he had a lot of them growing on his farm. They were extremely fragrant, but nowhere nearly as pretty as pines.
By the time I went off to college, my parents had started buying trees from a lot in town. For a few years they bought live trees with root balls to plant in their yard after Christmas. One of those trees is still thriving in their yard and is about 50-feet tall.
Eventually my parents purchased an artificial tree simply for the convenience. No matter the tree, it always brings back a wealth of memories whenever I see the tree decorated with all of my favorite childhood decorations standing in my parents’ home when I return for Christmas…
- Questions:
- If you celebrate Christmas, what are your earliest memories of helping your family pick out a Christmas tree?
- Did you buy your tree on a lot or go cut it down at a tree farm?
- What is your all-time favorite Christmas decoration?
Those are great memories! When I was a kid, on Christmas Day we’d drive into Manhattan & see a broadway show & of course usually have chinese food. My husband & I used to go to the movies, but now everyone does so he doesn’t want to do it anymore (and most likely we won’t be able to this year).
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What great memories you must have of seeing a broadway show on December 25th. That’s sounds like a fun tradition.
What great memories! My parents always had a fake tree, so one of the first years that my husband and I were married I wanted to get a real tree. My husband grew up on a small farm, so they always cut down a tree. But we lived in a big city, so we had to buy one from a lot. I was not prepared to spend $50 plus on a tree! We got it anyway, and although I liked it, I didn’t like watering it and the sap and all that jazz. The next year we got a fake tree and I haven’t looked back!
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Real trees are beautiful, smell wonderful, and are quite messy. My hubby and I had real trees for the first twelve years or so, and then I finally broke down and bought a fake tree. Life is so much easier now!
What nice memories you, I am Jewish so we never put a tree for obvious reasons. I do remember going to our family friends and helping them trim the tree and drink Egg Nog. I used to love putting the Tinsel on the tree. I married someone that is Catholic so we put up a tree now, but we use an artificial one
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So after not growing up with a tree, and putting one up now, do you look at it as something fun to do or a chore? I love mine once it up, but it’s so much work!
What memories!! My family always had artificial trees…not sure why. My mom was very anal about messes, so I assume she didn’t want to deal with pine needles on a daily basis (??). We’ve been married 25 years, and have always had an artificial tree. I guess that’s all we know. We lived in Michigan for seven years (1995-2002), and we’d always travel back to Iowa for an extended stay with our families…so an artificial tree just made the most practical sense to us. A favorite decoration was a tiny (18-inch) plastic tree my grandmother had…it was clear plastic, so it resembled a tiny stick tree with ice frozen over it. It had 30 or so miniature bulbs, and it was a treat to take off all the bulbs and rearrange them. Gosh, I haven’t thought about that little tree in years! My grandmother passed away in 2001, and I’m not sure who got the tree…….I’m sure someone has it 😉
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I think if you’re a neat freak (like me) that once you have an artificial tree, it’s hard to bring a real needle dropping sappy evergreen into the house. 🙂 I have to admit that I miss the wonderful aroma of a freshly cut pine Christmas tree!