Christmas memories and that mouse | Home Again
Last updated 12/19/2018 at Noon
I’ve shared childhood Christmas memories often through my years of writing this column.
Right now, I’m remembering my mother early in December, eager to unpack her boxes of Christmas décor, stored in the attic of our old Edmonds home at Fourth and Dayton. The low-ceilinged attic accommodated my brother Warren’s complex Lionel model train setup, a hobby he shared with our father.
Storage boxes lined a distant wall. My brother and I dragged our mother’s Christmas boxes around the edges of the tracks toward the doorway. He left the trains running as we crept around them, and they cl...