Linda Bristow (Elias)
Joan:
I love your Santa photo. I hope everyone can treasure those photos.
This reminded me of when my mother went to the nursing home, in the Alzheimer's wing, in 1984. She would be there for 15 years.
She began to show some childishness. At that point, I made a Santa Claus suit for myself. No plastic covers for the boots. Bought the real black boots and stuffed the toes to fit me. By hand, I drew out a pattern for the red fur suit (I wasn't able to find velvet), and trimmed it with white fur. Found some black gloves that would match the outfit, and also some round glasses. Made a pillow to make me have a jolly round belly that was girted in with a 4 in. wide black belt with a large plain belt buckle.
As I sought to find a wig and beard with a mustache, I actually purchased 2 sets to see which would fit me the best. The red hat was made while sewing up the suit. But something was missing. Realized it was the magic bag for presents. Finally, I fashioned the bag out of gunny sack material and made a draw string with a rope of red and green round-braided ribbons.
I decided not to talk (to cover up my voice). Practiced a lower voice of HO ho HO! My bag had a few small peppermint candy canes, chocolate kisses, and some children's toys. I bought real-life-looking baby dolls. This seemed to be a calming effect for my mom as well as other ladies who lived there. But, what they enjoyed the most was balloons with helium, on a string.
Little did I know that, by celebrating the child in my mom, I would be finding more understanding of that disease. I was proud of her when she was the only one that could color within the lines. I still have her artwork.
We can all cherish our memories of Santa. Thank you for sharing your photo. I wonder how many more will still have their photo?
Love and Blessings to you and your's,
Linda
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