Exactly what I feared....

nothing to say.

I guess it is appropriate to continue what I started yesterday.

Grandma Fry always had a "huge" live Christmas tree (funny how we call it live after we cut it down). Of course, the fact that her son who literally lived on the adjacent property had a Christmas tree farm probably had something to do with this. On the other hand, Grandma Hobaugh (my paternal grandmother who was widowed when my dad was a boy and remarried a few years later) always had a very tiny (maybe two feet but only if it and the yard stick had an understanding) "fake" tree. She always placed it on a table next to her front door (between the door and the front window). We always went to her house (notice that Henry - I never called him Grandpa - none of us did - also lived there but it was "Grandma's") on the Sunday before Christmas . But as I write that I remember that occasionally we hit both Grandma's on Christmas Day - that must have been when it fell on Sunday - greatly aided by the fact that it was about seven miles between my Grandma's houses.