I grew up and was raised in the little suburb of Houston, Jacinto City, Harris County, Texas in the sixties. Times were much slower, safer, and more sentimental back then. Families were closer. My Mother and Father, Leroy & Jean (Linderman) Frederick had six children, Joseph, Phyllis, Sally, Karl, Patricia, and Sarah Frederick, in a little frame house with two bedrooms and one bath. Many arguments took place over who was next in the bathroom. Thank God, Daddy knew how to do anything. He added a huge bedroom and bath onto the back of our house for him and mother. We four girls had to share a bedroom. My two brothers had their own room. I can still remember those rooms. Our room had a big picture window, and faced the street. The boys had a smaller room and faced the backyard.
It was a really small house, and we were a very close knit family. We were raised Methodist. We fought but we always forgave each other, because we were family and that is what we were taught that family did. Thank God, that is what mother taught us, that you only have one family, and love was unconditional. No matter how angry we made each other.
My mother and daddy always made holidays special. Daddy put up all the lights, and put up the tree, and mother and all of us children decorated the tree. It was always an old fashioned red and green Christmas. We were taught that Jesus was the reason for the season. We always had a nativity scene.
We had Advent Calendars. We always attended the midnight service on Christmas Eve. We always watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” together. We had fudge, Cherry Wink cookies, food, food, food, and usually ham because we had turkey at Thanksgiving. It was a family affair, and everyone had their jobs, and everything had a place. Mother was an excellent homemaker. She taught all of us girls how to cook, sew, and clean.
I wish that everyone could have the wonderful, old-fashioned Christmas’ that we had. I know without a doubt, that this world would be a much better if there were more God, Jesus, and Godly families.
We believed in Santa Claus, and were always so excited when Santa Claus came down our street on the firetruck before Christmas. We knew that he wasn’t the real Santa, mother told us that he was Santa’s helpers, because he was too busy delivering presents to visit everyone. We each got a stocking full of candy. We loved candy!
We each had our own stocking full of fruit, nuts, and candy, even mother and daddy. We had no fireplace, so we hung them on the wall. Mother had the Sears catalog for us to look at and dream about what all Santa was going to bring us. She had us circle the things that we wanted. Then she had us go back and pick only ten things that we wanted. We always got most of what was on our lists. My favorite smell is of a real tree, and my new baby dolls. I loved books even then. I loved the smell of new books. I always got at least one baby doll, books, and mother and daddy gave us clothes, or things we needed. As I got older, I had to have Barbie, Ken, Allen, Midge dolls, and all their clothes and house. I loved to read and write even as a little girl.
Even at 58, I still have my dolls, books, and teddy bears.
Mother nurtured my love for books and reading. She taught us the correct way to spell, by making us read the Dictionary and playing Scrabble. Her work was never done, and daddy worked all the time. If he was not at work, then he was working in our yard. We always had one of the most beautiful yards in our neighborhood. We lived at 1709 Cheston Drive, Jacinto City, Texas. We had loads of neighbors and we were all close with them. We played lots of games together like “kick ball”, football, baseball, and “hide and seek”. Someone was always having a birthday party. We had lots of parties. We celebrated life. Daddy was an excellent cook too, and made the best barbecue chicken ever. He made his own barbecue sauce. He loved Worcestershire sauce.
We visited our maternal grandparents on Christmas Eve, Santa came on Christmas morning, and then we still had Christmas night to look forward to at my paternal grandmother‘s house. My paternal grandmother, Elizabeth Annie “Bessie” (Mazac) Frederick, was really poor and had very little materially, but she always had sweets and soda pop for us. She made the best Kolaches because she was Moravian. She always had something small for us to open. We were so excited to bring our Christmas presents to show off to grandma Bessie. She was a Widow and raised five children on her own. My paternal grandfather died before mother and daddy married, so I never got the chance to know him. She was a Custodian for the Crosby ISD for years. She loved her family and lived for them. She was Catholic and attended mass regularly.
We were richly blessed to be born at that time in Texas and America. The best country in the world to live in, even with all the corruption in our politicians. We need to elect more Godly people to run our country. God bless America. God save America.