One of my favorite parts of our weekly paper, the Gazette Journal, is the Glimpses into the Past column. Here you'll find excerpts of articles dating back as far as 100 years.
This week several interesting stories relating to Christmas were showcased as follows:
90 Years Ago
Thursday, December 18, 1919
"To the readers of the Gloucester Gazette: your supply of Christmas delicacies is not complete without some of the delicious Summerville pecans, and there is no present more acceptable to your friends than a package of these nuts. I can furnish them to you at a price of 50 cents a pound. Joseph Tabb, Gloucester, Va."
First of all, 50 cents a pound for anything sounds great, but more than that how wonderful and simple a gift of pecans would be. To be clear about how we pronounce the word pecan, it's PEEcan. PeCAHNS are grown in another
universe country. Or at least another state. I'm going to have to stand firm on this statement even though it's liable to cause some grumblings even amongst locals. PEEcan.
80 Years Ago
Thursday, December 19, 1929
"Dear Santa Claus, My letter is late. I have been sick. Please bring me a pair of skates and a doll and a carriage and a pair of slippers and also oranges, apples, candy and fireworks. Remember all at my house and my teacher and a little orphan girl, Lewis. I am a little girl nine years old. God bless you, Santa. Nannie Sadler, Hudgins, Va."
Getting Ready to Show Her Age Remarks:
There was a time not so long ago when receiving oranges in one's stocking was considered a thrill. My mother told us about oranges at Christmas and how special they were, and we would sometimes get them in our stockings as children. Mrs. Noland of the Gloucester County Day School taught us to stick cloves into citrus fruits and adorn them with ribbons. They were fragrant and beautiful, and we used them as decorations. Oranges and Christmas go together for me, always have.
70 Years Ago
Thursday, December 21, 1939
"A community Christmas Eve program will be held Sunday at 4 p.m. at the Old Mill Skating Rink. The old familiar carols will be sung by a large choir."
CBW's Need to Say Over and Over Again How Much She Misses Roller Skating at the Old Mill:
Some of the greatest times of my life were spent at the Old Mill Skating Rink. Click here for more on that. My grandmother and her sisters skated there. My mother skated there. I went to birthday parties there. Kids did the hokey pokey and they turned themselves around there. But I never, ever, knew they sang Christmas carols there.
Something tells me the disco lights were not
invented up and flashing during the Christmas sing-along, and nobody was playing crack the whip.
But that's just a guess on my part.