It’s day 8 of the blog hop and that means it’s Terri’s day to share a fun Christmas project with you. Terri is the talented designer and owner behind the Whimsicals pattern company. Be sure to stop by her blog, see the project she has created for you, and leave her a comment. Remember, you have to comment on each designer’s blog to be eligible for the grand prizes!
Today’s topic is our first Christmas on our own.
Hmm . .
This is a hard one. Hard because . . . well . . . I have to admit, I don’t remember my first Christmas on my own.
My mind is _______________blank.
Not a single recollection.
I do however, have a couple memories from my first Christmases with Joel. Does that count?
Our first Christmas was only 3 months after we moved into this house:
Not exactly our dream house.
Remember my stories about this house? If you have a minute . . or 30 . . . you should read some of my posts about this house (here, here, and here).
We were working on a major remodel on this house and spend many nights and weekends fixing it up – including, you guessed it – Christmas Eve morning. That’s the day that Joel decided to venture into the attic to work on moving the lights in our living room ceiling. Have you ever been in an old attic full of cellulose insulation? They are Gross.
Ours was double gross because it was full of mouse droppings (you will know why if you read those old blog posts about the house). In fact, while Joel was up there, a mouse stuck it’s head out of the insulation to wish him a Merry Christmas. I screamed one back. I hate attics. Our is now much better as we ended up sucking out all the old insulation and reblowing in nice, new clean insulation!
Our second Christmas together we went ice skating early on Christmas Eve morning. This fixer-upper we bought is on a lake, which is the reason we got tempted into buying it.
That Christmas, the lake froze over on a calm day, so the ice was smooth and perfect for ice skating. We decided to dig up our old ice skates and give it a try. The ice was clear (as the ice thickens, it’s no longer see-through) and it was so fascinating to see everything on the bottom of the lake.
I have to admit I was freaked out the whole time, because the ice was also clear enough to see all the cracks and looked to be about 4-5 inches thick. Joel assured me it was 8-9 inches thick and was perfectly safe. He grew up ice fishing and is much more used to being on a frozen lake. I was also fascinated to watch my husband gracefully skate all over the lake. He normally has a reputation for being a bull in a china shop. Not so on ice skates! He went forwards, backwards and in circles without falling once. I won’t tell you how many times I fell. It was so much fun. We haven’t had the lake freeze smooth enough to try it again. The last few years there has been too much snow on the lake to even try it. But, I still remember that morning and the sound the skates made as they scraped across the ice. Do you know the sound that I’m talking about? I really don’t think there is anything else like it.
Don’t forget to continue on the hop by visiting the other designers: Gudrun from GE Designs, Sandy from Pieces from my Heart, Terry from Atkinson Designs, Pat from Pat Sloan and Co, Pam from Pam Kitty Morning, Kari from New Leaf Stitches, Terri from Whimsicals, Sherri from This and That Pattern Co, Carrie from Miss Rosie’s Quilt Co, Roseann from Rosebud’s Cottage and Linda Lum DeBono
I think all first Christmas’s count! My earliest memory is the year I got my Barbie doll and crocheted Barbie clothes! I was 5.
I read your blog this summer about your house. You have really made an awesome improvement with it. You want to come over to my house and redo my family room?
My first Christmas on my own was the first year my husband and I were together in his then yucky apartment.
What great memories! I haven’t been ice skating for YEARS, but I definitely have a clear memory of the sound of the blades going across the ice. (I also have the memory of my back side hitting the ice more than once!)
This is a sweet memory. Special to just you and your DH. I love a great love story!
I remember that scritching sound of skates on ice. I haven’t skated in years. Would probably kill myself now but that was a great memory. Thank you.
Tried ice skating once, as an adult, and I am in awe of people who can do it! It was the weirdest sensation, so friction-less! I don’t ski either, so hats off to you ice skaters!!!
Your making me want to actually visit our cabin, across the lake, in the WINTER! That would be so fun to ice skate… except the water is turned off at the cabin and I am not one for outhouses….
Although I’d love to take B ice fishing…sometime…
I’m a Florida girl, so I really can’t relate to skating on a lake! But it sounds like it was a fun memory.
My grandparents had a home on a small lake so we go to go iceskating quite often. Was I good? NO WAY! Did I have fun – OH YES! But it was more fun to me to drive Dad’s two snowmobiles….a ride WITH skates!! LOL
I had such fun riding on the frozen lake as well as all round the streets and mountains on the snowmobiles. We froze but it was all worth it.
I would havebeen freaked out too, but then I am from California… I don’t know from frozen lakes LOL
We have a pond that we have ice skated on over the years..I have quite a collection of skates for visitors..in resent years the pond has frozen during windy weather so has not been good for skating…sure I remember the sound, a crisp quiet day it rings! We are usually so bundled up it doesn’t hurt to fall, but the ankles the day after, ouch. LOL
Linda P in IL
Wonderful memories! I’m not sure I’d trust a frozen lake no matter how much I was reassured. LOL
The skating portion sounds like a movie, so romantic, the mouse, not so much.
I know exactly the sound you’re talking about. And can only imagine how beautiful it was early that morning. What a great memory!!!
Oh my goodness, I have never seen see through ice on a lake before. You were VERY brave to skate on it!!!
what a great story to share with us… I would have been a nervous wreck wondering if the ice was solid enough or not…
That is great that you have a few photos to share of it too 🙂
Love from Texas! ~bonnie
Great story! I can relate with both the fix-er-up houses and the ice skating. Great fun! The skating part, that is. Not so much for the fixing.
Love your postings, mouse and all!
I can remember that sound vividly. We used to skate on a pond in our neighborhood, & the dads would go out & shovel the snow off for us as soon as the ice was thick enough. They even rigged lights so that we could skate at night — so much fun!
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Last Christmas, we had a bathtub in our living room. No tree. When I was a kid, the field behind our house would always be flooded and the froze in the winter. It was great for skating and playing hockey on. Now the city put all these drains in and it never floods. Those bureaucrats ruin all the fun. But a lot of the people make ice rinks behind their houses. Not as big as our field rink but just as much fun.
That house! You have come a long way, baby!
My earlies memory was of ” Chatty Cathy” Oh I was so thrilled until I discovered she was broken and wouldn’t talk!
Your Christmas Eve skating sounds lovely. Enjoy your blog.
Wow…just read your Hot Fruit recipe — THAT’S something I will most certainly make! Thanks for sharing!
I haven’t skated in years. But, I do remember the sound – Thanks for bringing back the memories!
I remember as a child watching my mom & dad skate – they looked so graceful. Years later, when I tried it, my ankles couldn’t take it. But I still love watching others do it, and am just in awe when I see it. Thanks, Heather!!
What a wonderful memory! I want to learn how to ice skate, but I’ve only seen snow twice :(. I enjoy reading your blog!
I grew up in Milaca and lived on the ice for several months every year. Your story and photos sure bring back memories. Not much skating going on in Tennessee.
I get freaked out on the ice too!! What are all those cracks anyway….? And it never looks as thick as it is.
Thank you for sharing your memories
This Florida girl has learned that ice skating is not as easy as it looks.
My first Christmas alone – was after my husband died. Sure the kids and grandkids were there – but Christmas not the same.
I never ever tried ice skate I bet it’s so much fun, lucky you!