Christmas Magic Is Returning Through Mom’s Spirit

The idea of even opening the too numerous to count boxes of Mom’s hand crafted ornaments and stockings had me in tears.By Elaine C. Pereira +Alzheimer's Reading RoomMy mom was an amazing woman. I was incredibly fortunate to be her daughter, a fact I clearly did not appreciate during my feisty teenage period. But except for a few ugly years of my mouthy disrespect when she couldn’t do anything right, Mom and I were best friends! Subscribe to the Alzheimer's Reading RoomEmail: My mother was truly one of a kind: a petite, poised, beautiful lady with a hint of rebel spirit thrown in. In the shadows of World War II, she earned her Bachelor’s Degree in chemistry and later a Masters in education.Mom made Christmas magical for the family. Long held holiday traditions from the past were preserved and new ones added resulting in a dazzling Christmas season extravaganza including cookie baking, tree decorating, personalized Christmas cards and much more. Later Mom expanded her talents and mastered the precise arts of cross-stitch, Hardanger, Black Work and other breathtaking hand skills. Every Christmas, she produced a new ornament design more incredible than the ones of the previous holiday. After her granddaughters were born, my mother made meticulously detailed (a little ornate for my taste, but nevertheless exquisite) Christmas stockings.  Virtually our entire tree was adorned with beautifully detailed hand crafted trimmings Mom had made.At fifteen feet high w...
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