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By Donna Fisher
Rappahannock New* Contributing Writer
As a child growing up in the country, without electricity, very little money and miles from our nearest neighbors, I can recall my mother, in mid-December, reminding us, my brother and me, that it was time to work on our Christmas tree. She always assured us that she would help us with any difficulties we might run into.
Now, doing work on our Christmas tree was quite a bit different than is done today! First, we’d go to the woods in back of our house and search for a pine tree that was mature enough to have cones on the branches. That was the easy part — But, we weren’t allowed to touch a good, healthy tree — we had to find one that had been damaged, possibly by a severe wind storm — severe enough to have bent the tree down to the ground but not enough to have broken off the trunk and killed it!
The tree found, we went to work. The branches with the cones always seemed to be at or near the top of the tree. We’d cut off the limbs, as many as we could carry, then head back for the house. Inside, we’d put the cut branches in a pail of water to keep the branches from losing their needles until we were ready to use
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