The big snowstorm in the mid-60's. A couple were stranded in a van across the street from my house. They appeared to have a rocking Christmas Eve. Then in 1968 our beloved pharmacist Carl Hopp was shot in a hold up attempt. Fortunately he survived.
Having to "walk" to midnight Mass to sing in the choir because
of the snowstorm. No way to get the car out. The Egan's, Ruddy's
Fox's, Ponzini's, Bullard's, Et al, passed by the Mc Cree estate,
who joined in, as well as everyone else on Fourth St to make that
left turn onto Orange St.
There were the Christmas lights all lit up as John C showed us earlier
this month (which my brother Marty lit). As we passed our beloved
Bodholts, the streets were more crowded. The church was packed.
We were able to have a couple of snowball fights on the way home!
What a wonderful time it was!
PS Couldn't get the car out in the morning either. Had to walk
to 10 o'clock mass to sing again. Bobholt's for Taylor ham and tea after
that mass.
Crawling on the Living Room floor to unwrap a present or two after lights-out, and um, sneaking a peek at the dashing young B.D.jr. himself dressed up in his Christmas best, and creating new memories with the suave and mature version!
Am I having a hot flash ,or is it getting hot in here???Bobby and Patty, I don't know about you two.Seems thing are pretty hot where you two are concerned. Good for both of you!!!!
Anyway, I remember waking up Christmas eve, and finding my mom taking my Barbie record player out of the box and putting it under the tree with The Chipmunk Christmas album on it.. So much for"Santa".
Midnight Masses in the 1950's at Our lady of Good Counsel.
The blizzard of 1966. someone stole Jeanne's boots at Hahnes. Still has not turned up.
Gang of kids walking through storm to SRL and midnight mass. Hippies rocking the van
through the driving storm. December 24th is the 40th ANNIVERSARY of the shooting of CARL HOPP. Four months later we moved away from Fourth Street.
Every Christmas Eve I drink a peppermint snaps in tribute to Carl Hopp, a great Rosevillian.
Tomorrow night, I will continue the practice once again. 40th anniversary of the shooting and Mr. Hopp's bravery refusing to go to the hospital until he finished prescriptions for ill customers. Tommorow evening expect to be with 2nd Street Joannes, Lardiere Sussex '62 and EOCHS '66, Rocco/Hand SRL '62 EOCHS '66. Central Avenue Charlie Hand St. Augustines '59 St. Benedicts '63 - longtime football player with Mr. Crowley. There will be many old roseville stories tomorrow night, that is for sure. .
having about 40 relatives at my house for Christmas Eve & the way my mother taught us to wrap gifts. it took us 2-3 hours to do 1! we used to do complete scenes in 3D on the packages & people would cut the top off so as not to destroy them & take them home to preserve.
about 40 presents, italian hot food, Mom's (who was American/German)absolutely wonderful antipasta which no one on either side can match to this day (regretfully). Seeing so many people come just to enjoy the scenery & look at it in awe when we kinda wondered what their problem was. we grew up with it so it wasn't a big deal to us.
i remember the glass wax. funny. we thought that was cool. i miss the spray snow too but it got all over everything & you couldn't get it off the windows too easily.
trying to sleep when mom said santa was not coming until we did.
sneaking to the gifts when they went food shopping the day before xmas eve to open & very very carefully re-tape a gift back shut so mom & dad wouldn't know we opened 1.
seeing the snow as high as the fence in the front of the house, i'd say about 3' sometimes. that was the 'norm' not like today.
aww how i miss those days. you don't know what you've got.....................................
Merry Christmas with blessings on all of you & your loved ones, Renee'
