Then one year my Dad pulled a fast one. We went through the usual yearly tree ritual, but instead of taking the tree home, my Dad took it to my Grandma and Grandpa’s house. My Grandpa had an auto body shop out back, and he fixed and painted cars. This year my Dad painted the tree white. Pure white, with automotive paint! Now this was way before the days of the “flocked white” trees, that you may remember. This was genius, absolute genius. When the paint on the tree was dry and ready to move, Dad brought it home and set it up.
Our home had a big picture window in the living room, right in the front of the house. My parents decorated this white tree with big red ornaments. All red, all the same size, and I got to help. Then one more brilliant idea. They put two big spotlights in the corners of the room, one on each side of the tree, to shine up on the tree. When the tree was finished, the other lights in the room were turned off. They opened the drapes, just about two thirds of the way, like a big curtain on a Broadway stage, exposing and highlighting the tree, center stage. We went outside and looked at the tree through the window. I remember, the tree was stunning. Absolutely beautiful!
Neighbors and other people driving by at night would stop in front of the house and stare at the tree for the longest time, totally amazed. I’m sure they’d never seen anything like it before. I remember lots of people even coming to the door to find out what in the world they did to that tree. It was pretty impressive. It was cool!
Now, fast forward to my era as a parent. I remember Jill and I “dragging” our kids to the tree lots, looking for the perfect tree once again, just like my folks did with me. I think it’s important to “punish” your kids a little, and pass on a time honored tradition to them. In our day, flocked trees had become quite common, however, you could still get a green tree if you looked hard enough. We did this tree thing with our kids for years and years.
Nowadays, our kids are married and on their own. I don’t know if Jill and I are not as adventuresome as we used to be, or if we’re just getting older, or maybe, we’re even getting smarter. A few years ago, we bought the ultimate tree. No, it’s not painted white with automotive paint;
It will be interesting to see if our kids “punish” their kids and pass on that old, time honored tradition. We’ll just have to wait and see! …….I can’t believe they would even think of doing that to our grand kids! ........... Can you?
But you know what, ….they’d better! .....Hmm, I wonder,
Do they still have tree lots? Can you still get a flocked tree?
Moms and Dads out there, you ought to find out! It makes for some pretty good memories!
Just sayin’!

