There are so many memories in the ornaments on the tree. These two form a kind of matched set—ones made by mothers and daughters together. The first is a toy soldier head that my mother and I made together back in the 1950s. When my daughter was young, she thought it was the creepiest thing with the bleeding rubber cement on its face. Each year I stood firm as she begged me to get rid of it. In addition to its sentimental role as a symbol of my childhood, I found it rather charming. Now that Kendra prefers housed with peeling paint and worn furniture, she agrees.
Skip ahead to a new century and memories of a quiet afternoon making clothespin angels together. The chain of mother and daughters making things together continues.
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