2007-12-06 12:41:57 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture ➔ Cultures & Groups ➔ Senior Citizens
Mine was 3 years ago ( 2 people wasnt on time for dinner)
2007-12-06 12:42:40 · update #1
When family members were in Viatnam.
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2007-12-06 13:07:26 · answer #1 · answered by Star doodle 2 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Sometime in the late 60s my dad and stepmother invited us for Christmas eve. We were to open presents and have dinner. So I rush home from work, cook a casserole, get three small children ready, load the presents in the car and drive thirty miles. They forgot. They were getting ready to go out. I never let on how furious I was. I put the kids back in the car, went to a grocery store that was still open and managed to buy a few things so I could cook a Christmas dinner for us the next day. The kids were disappointed and I was hurt and mad. Of course I forgave them, but I couldn't forget.
2007-12-06 22:03:03 · answer #2 · answered by curious connie 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The Christmas of 1969 when I was stationed in Vietnam. We had a nice dinner in the 'Mess Hall' and they I had to go pull a 12 hours shift at the Corp Message Center. It wa very quiet and boring.
2007-12-06 21:08:00 · answer #3 · answered by Robert W 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
When I was in Holland and the customs and traditions were so different. I didn't know what to do, and nobody would help me understand. On Dec 5, the SintaKlaas time for children, I took my step-grandchild a gift. The parents scolded me because they said they weren't celebrating it that year. So the next year, I did nothing, and they were mad that I didn't bring a gift. I stayed confused the whole 10 years because the family changed traditions randomly and I could never please any of them. I felt so alone, and because they don't decorate as we in America do, I went into Germany to see lovely decorations and lights. But without family and loved ones, what is Christmas?.. Jesus birthday, yes, but even He could find no one to give Him a room.
It taught me to reach out to those who have no one, and in doing that, I have many around me. Reaching out was a lovely lesson to learn, even in such a hard way.
2007-12-06 21:04:29 · answer #4 · answered by dutchlady 5 · 3⤊ 0⤋
It was the year my parents were getting divorced. I was in college and my dad had already moved out of the house a few months before Christmas. He made everyone come to the house for CHristmas to have (as he put it) "one more nice Christmas together."
Let's just say the air was thick that day!
2007-12-06 20:46:55 · answer #5 · answered by Jenny 2 · 5⤊ 0⤋
12 years ago, after my mother died. I've never really celebrated Christmas since. I've gone through the motions. I'm with a great guy for the last 4 years who loves Christmas, so I bought some things at the after Christmas sales last year & put them up to surprise him. He loved it!
2007-12-06 20:53:07 · answer #6 · answered by shermynewstart 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
I was 9 years old, my grandmother gave me a can of Aqua Net hairspray for Christmas! Cost her about 25 cents in those days! The other grandchildren got expensive toys. True story! I vowed never to do such a thing to a child.
2007-12-06 22:21:39 · answer #7 · answered by ♥ G ♥ 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
We had a very strained family Christmas one year and most of us didn't know why, it was horrible. Found out later that two of the married members of our family had "fallen in love" with each other and their spouses knew and were trying to keep it from the rest of us. It eventually got worked out, but the memory lingers even now 20 years later.
2007-12-06 21:18:47 · answer #8 · answered by ? 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The first one after my divorce. I was alone in my apartment & was missing my sons & their families, as they were south & I was still up north at the time. My ex did call me up & invited me over for dinner on Christmas Eve & we exchanged gifts. We had an amicable divorce & remained friends ever since.
2007-12-06 21:09:04 · answer #9 · answered by Shortstuff13 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Christmas of 1972. I was in Antarctica, my wife was 7 months pregnant and in Virginia. I didn't see my son until he was almost 9 months old when I got home in November of '73.
2007-12-06 21:05:14 · answer #10 · answered by AmericanPatriot 6 · 2⤊ 0⤋
The Christmas if 1984 my Mother was dying of cancer. We knew it would be our last Christmas with her...
She made it to Janurary 21.
2007-12-07 00:01:54 · answer #11 · answered by Mustbe 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋