Some of my earliest childhood memories were of visiting my great-grandparents variety store in Burney, California. Papaw Willie would always let us choose something from the candy rack and no one could laugh and love on you quite like Grandma Nonie. During the holidays, you could always expect to hear Bing's "I'm dreaming of a White Christmas..." echoing through aisles. I've been told, although I don't exactly remember, that Bing Crosby himself actually visited the store on a regular basis during the time that he owned the Rising River Ranch (later owned by Clint Eastwood) just outside of Burney. He was even the Grand Marshal for several Burney Basin Day Parades.
Every time I hear any song from that album... whether it be, "Mele Kalikimaka", "Christmas in Killarney" or "I'll Be Home for Christmas"... it immediately invokes memories of Burney; snow banks rising above my head; the variety store with the nativity scene resting on the platform above the front door; Papaw Willie behind the counter of the sporting goods section; Grandma Nonie's roast dinners; playing in the snow or making ornaments at Papaw Jack and Mamaw's green house out in Johnson Park... I could go on and on... (How's that for a "run-on sentence") It's amazing how a little tune will jog your memory and bring floods of emotions that you have kept deep in the corners of your heart.
Maybe for others this time of year means something different... but for me it's a time of nostalgia, tradition, making memories, family celebrations and for thanking God for the wonderful heritage that I've been given. (dreamily humming... hmmmm... I'm dreaming of a white... hmmmm)





