STRINGING POPCORN

By G.S. Shuman

When I was a child, a long time ago in a galaxy far away, many things were different than they are today. That statement seems to go without saying. The world has changed so much since then. Traditions, celebrations, and even seasonal decorations are not what they once were. I’m not sure if such changes are good, or bad. (I will tell you that I was not impressed with the first ‘pre-decorated’ Christmas tree I saw in a store.)

One thing that my family used to do when I was a child, at this time of the year, was to string popcorn to use as a garland on our Christmas tree. I’m not certain if we did this every year, but I do remember the ritual taking place many times in the eighteen Decembers of my youth.

What would happen is that my mom would pop a big batch of popcorn on the stove, provide us children with a needle and a lot of thread, and we would proceed to spend that evening watching whatever Christmas special was on TV that night while assembling the corn into long strands, to be placed on the tree as soon as we were done. The challenge, at least for us younger children, was to string at least a bit more popcorn than we ate, as we watched Rudolph, Frosty, or Charlie Brown make their once-a-year Christmas appearance on the big, old, wooden-boxed television in our living room.

Yes, it would be an extreme understatement to say that things have changed in our world, since that long-ago time. This year, if you were to describe my Christmastime, you would have to move not only past that child of the sixties, but to one whose Christmases now number in the sixties. You would need to talk about the fact that not only have I grown older, but that my children have also, and that my grandchildren are in the process of doing so, too. The TVs that Rudolph and Frosty still appear on have gone from being clunky, blurry, heavy things which took up a good amount of space in our living rooms, to inch-thick, huge and brilliant devices we take for granted as they hang on our walls.

There is no longer anyone in our home who believes in Santa, or who is interested in many of the traditions of that jolly old elf, or of our family. This year, Lorna and I decided to embrace that fact, as fighting it would be stupid and futile. We still went out and bought a tree, but a much smaller one than at any Christmas past, in an effort to simplify things, this year. We, without the fanfare now relegated to seasonal memories, set up the smaller tree in that familiar corner of the living room.

My wife, the wise one in the family, suggested that we use some of our older ornaments, sort of making this tree a symbol of memories. She then went to the attic and located those things, and also the angel treetop that her family had used on their trees when she was growing up; indeed, since she was an infant.

She brought that aging angel to me, and I tried plugging it into an outlet. To her and my astonishment, the 1950s era bulb within it glowed as if it were brand new. We immediately put that beautiful angel on the tree.

After that, Lorna seemed to be fretting a bit over what would be the perfect garland on our new, ‘old fashioned’ Christmas tree. It had to be ‘just right’. I didn’t know what she wanted to do, and we actually went to several stores, trying to find a beaded type of garland she had remembered from the past, but we never located it. We then checked the totes of ‘Christmas past’ in the attic, and found nothing suitable there, either. Then, in probably the only good Christmas idea I have ever had, I asked Lorna if she had ever strung popcorn as a child, to put on a Christmas tree. To my amazement, and partial delight, she said that she had not. The fact that I wasn’t aware of this, in the life of my wife of 44 years, was astounding. The idea that she agreed to string some popcorn with me that evening was even more so.

So, that very night, I went to the store and got two boxes of microwave popcorn, even as my dear wife located needles and thread. When the corn was popped we turned on our favorite shows, and then strung it into what turned out to be the perfect garlands for our wonderful, old fashioned, Christmas tree.

As you look forward to the coming holidays, you might want to consider the idea of simplifying them and of using just a few ideas from the past. Some of those things really are worth doing again. I recently got to spend a cozy December evening watching TV and stringing popcorn with my best friend.

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Sturbridge, Massachusetts

 

Sturbridge, first settled in 1729, by settlers from Medfield, was officially incorporated in 1738. The town is situated with Route 20 ribboning through, and Interstate 90 (Mass Turnpike) and Interstate 84 (heading to Connecticut and beyond) meeting in town. In the 2000 census Sturbridge counted 7,837 residents in 3,066 households (34.2% of which had children under 18), with an average density of 89.1 per square mile. The median income for Sturbridge families was $64,455.

 

Places of Interest:

Sturbridge, located on Rt. 20, is a “living museum" that re-creates life in rural New England from 1790s to the 1830s

Old Sturbridge Village, located on Rt. 20, is a “living museum" that re-creates life in rural New England from 1790s to the 1830s.

Tantiusques is an open-space reservation and historic site here in town.

Wells State Park is a 1,400-acre (570 ha) woodland park and campground located on Rt. 49. The park includes 10 miles (16 km) of trails and Walker Pond, which offers a setting for fishing, canoeing, and swimming.

 

Sturbridge has become a dining destination for people who travel from Worcester and Hartford, with many popular dining establishments such as the famous Publick House, Cedar Street Grille and Avellino.