Ninie Hammon’s Blog for Readers

A Popcorn String Christmas Story

Posted: December 3, 2015, 11:07AM

     The spaces between the yellowed kernels get bigger every year where the knots of popcorn have crumbled away. The cotton sewing thread grows more and more fragile. But then we weren't making anything to last the Christmas three decades ago. Just popcorn strings, decorations to hang on the tree that year and then throw away. The strings were temporary, like the lives of those who made them.

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Both the little boy and the old woman had daisies in their eyes. I remember noticing that for the first time as the three-year-old looked up adoringly into his grandmother's face. The little boy had inherited her deep hazel eyes, with gold highlights that sparkled like the petals of a flower around a black center.

And I remember noticing how at home in her hands the needle and thread looked. Whenever I tried to sew, I was so clumsy I'd poke myself in the finger, drawing blood so the child would offer to kiss it to make it well.

But she never poked herself, not once the whole time she sat in the wide oak platform rocker, balancing a squirming toddler on her lap as she strung lengths of popcorn to put on the Christmas tree.

There was no snow on the ground outside the windows as she worked. Clouds the color of pewter hung just above the treetops, dripping dreary winter drizzle into the red Mississippi mud. The magnolia tree in the front yard still had a few yellowed blossoms scattered among the seed pods. The grass was still green.

 It was a strange, disorienting first-Christmas-away-from-home for a young couple and their three-year-old child.

The only sense of family and tradition in the season was the grandmother's presence, the sight of her arthritic hands stringing popcorn on long pieces of cotton sewing thread, her off-key voice singing Christmas carols in the comforting Texas twang that was already beginning to fade into Deep South mush in the speech of the towheaded youngster in her lap.

When each popcorn string was complete, it was placed just-so on the tree, with much backing-up-and-eyeballing to make sure the drape and swag were perfect enough to satisfy and imperfect enough to imply a lack of planning and a carefree spirit. The little boy got to eat all the candy canes whose position on the tree interfered with the popcorn strings, and he crawled around on the carpet beneath the tree, munching happily on stray pieces of popcorn gleaned from among the fallen pine needles.

That Christmas is etched in my memory with rich, joyful laughter, the smell of hot cider and home-baked cookies and Texas chili bubbling on the stove. The grandmother's eyes never strayed far from the little boy. She slipped him extra cookies when she thought I wasn't looking. She pretended not to notice when his squirming on her lap pained her arthritic legs. She hugged him tight and dried his tears when she left to go back home to Muleshoe after Christmas, telling him that she'd be back, that they'd make new popcorn strings for the tree next year.

But they didn't. Her heart failed in May. She died in a Texas nursing home without ever seeing the little boy with flowers in his eyes again.

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The popcorn strings are always the first decoration to go on our Christmas tree. Right after the lights. My three sons know that. They've always known. It's been that way every Christmas any of them except the oldest can remember. They also know the strings are precious beyond measure to their mother and their oldest brother. And that the strings are fragile and growing more fragile with every passing year.

And they know the story, too, but it gets told every year anyway. The story of how the first Christmas after the death of their grandmother, the grandmother two of them never knew, was a very sad Christmas. And how their mother discovered the popcorn strings the grandmother had made the year before, tucked away in one of the Christmas decoration boxes.

I never did find out, I've told them for dozens of Christmases now, how it was that the popcorn strings wound up in the Christmas decoration box. I know I intended to throw them away. In fact, I thought I did throw them away. But apparently their oldest brother wanted to keep them and sneaked them into the box when I wasn't looking. He does not remember.

All I know is that when I spotted them in the box, I began to cry. I cried for a long time, great gulping, heaving sobs of grief and longing. Then I took my four-year-old son by the hand and together we put the strings on the tree with the other decorations, in my mother's memory.

It has been the same every year since. When the oldest went away to college, the popcorn string tradition passed to my middle son. When he joined the Army, the job fell to the youngest. Even after they were all gone, one or the other of them always has been home at Christmas to put the strings on the tree.

The little boy with daisies in his eyes has children of his own now and the popcorn string tradition has passed down to the next generation. My youngest grandchild is five years old, a year older than his father was the year after my mother died. It was his job to put the strings on the tree this year.

I repaired the strings after Christmas last year, interspersed the old, crumbling yellow kernels with fresh popcorn on new sewing thread. But still, my grandson's little fingers twisted the sewing thread as he worked. When he tangled it, he'd look up at me appologetically with big hazel eyes---eyes with daisies in them. He broke off some of the popcorn and trampled pieces of it under foot, too. 

I figure his great-grandmother is ok with that.

9e






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Todd S. December 14, 2012, 6:36PM

I love it when you write about things like this in your posts. Reminds me of the columns you used to write in the Lexington Herald-Leader. Keep it up, please!   Reply

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Mary B December 16, 2012, 12:29AM

What a wonderful way to remember the generations that come before us. One that involves the eyes, ears and hands and most importantly the heart. Many blessings! Thank you for sharing.   Reply

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Sue December 16, 2012, 12:48AM

Wow! 9E. Kinda new to this blog thing. This story has touched my heart. I think I remember the little boy with daisies in his eyes. What a beautiful story. Ninie, you continue to amaze me!   Reply

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Twitter23 January 20, 2013, 7:14PM

Hi, just wanted to say i liked this article. Very nostalgic, made me think of my own Christmas memories, some not as touching as this one. Thanks.   Reply

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Buy Apples March 28, 2013, 7:05AM

Hi! I'm at work browsing your blog from my new iphone 4! Just wanted to say I love reading through your blog and look forward to all your posts! Carry on the fantastic work!   Reply

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Henry Boekhoff December 4, 2015, 8:13PM

Wonderful story! A great tradition and a beautiful memory!   Reply

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Kay Barton December 4, 2015, 8:27PM

I was so touched by your story. Thank you. If but we all could have wonderful memories that touch our souls. As children, my siblings and I (all 9 of us!) strung popcorn for the tree, as did my children and I when they were young and believed in the magic of Christmas. Unfortunately, the pace of their worlds has seen that tradition die, along with too many others that melded us as a family. I can only pray that they have begun new traditions to pass on to future generations. And don't let anyone tell you a blog has to be a single theme. I suspect you have too much to say on a wide range of topics, if you attempted to limit yourself to one topic, your head might explode.    Reply

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Renee Hammond December 4, 2015, 8:27PM

Wonderful story. Bought a smile to my face, tears to my eyes and my own special Christmas memories to mind. Thank you!   Reply

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Sarah Rowan December 4, 2015, 8:33PM

Thank you for sharing such a sweet and sad, yet hopeful story. It helps remind us that the holidays are to cherish the little time we have with our lives ones and not really about the presents we give or get. I love how your entire family understands and respects a tradition that is so important to you.   Reply

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Susan sparks December 4, 2015, 9:04PM

What a great memory for you and your oldest son to remember. Thanks for sharing such a great story with all of us   Reply

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Maureen Metheny December 4, 2015, 9:18PM

A beautiful, touching Christmas story. Thanks for sharing !   Reply

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Anna Rasmussen December 4, 2015, 9:20PM

I am sorry to say I have never been to anyone's blog, I was not sure I knew how to get there, but I just saw the Writers Blog tab at the top of the page so I am going to try now. Precious memories, that is what love and family is all about. I have loved everything I have read that has been written by you. This is no exception. Thank you for sharing.   Reply

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Linda Hutchison December 4, 2015, 9:37PM

I love stories that make me cry .....they tend to be of the heart ...memories should never be lost...so thanks for sharing
I never had a Christmas till I was 15 ( parents didn't believe..think it cheaper that way for them ) So any memory is precious to me...started late but plenty with my daughters and grandkids . I still have the first angel from my first tree as an adult ( 46 yrears )

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Jane December 4, 2015, 9:58PM

9e love this story reminds me of some of the decorations on my tree that make me teary.   Reply

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Jayne Major December 4, 2015, 10:04PM

What a beautiful, wonderful story and tradition. Thank you so much for sharing this with me. And yes, I did cry a little, but they were good tears. God Bless. X o   Reply

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Judy buckler December 4, 2015, 10:11PM

This was such a beautiful story and I'm still crying. My Mama passed when I was just 22 years old, five weeks after Christmas. My oldest daughter was just two years old. I also have a daughter and son who never knew their Granny-O. I still have some of Mama's Christmas ornaments, and we put them on the tree every year. My grandchildren help and I tell them about their great-grandmother. Yes, I cry every year too. Thank you so much for sharing your precious memories. Praying you and your family have a blessed and wonderful Christmas.    Reply

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Elaine December 4, 2015, 11:33PM

Traditions like these are so important to families. I have a gold foil rose that was attached to a tag on a Christmas gift my father gave to my mother nearly 60 years ago. Their marriage ended a few years later, but my mom kept putting the rose on the tree to remind me that they had loved each other. It still goes on my tree every year, even though it is rather fragile and worn. My children learned that even though their grandparents did not remain together, there was love there. Now my grandchildren know the story, and it will pass to the next generation as well.   Reply

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Christy December 4, 2015, 11:42PM

Thank you for sharing. This did bring some tears, but it brought warmth to my soul in knowing the tradition continues in your home.   Reply

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Pamela Torgerson December 4, 2015, 1:59AM

This story warms my heart and it let me know that what I was planning for my Grandmother this weekend was the right thing to do. You see on February 11th of this year my Grandmother turned 100 years old. We thought she was just hanging on until her 100th birthday but no now it is early December and she has had 2 new Great Grandchildren in the last 5 months and has another one on that will be here in the spring. Is she waiting to meet all these new faces? I go and visit my Grandmother when I can but she can no longer hear me and I have to write in a notebook everything I want to tell her. Everyday her vision is getting worse which leaves her so frustrated and she asks me all the time: "Why do I have to live this long?" "I can't hear anyone and I can't see anything and I'm starting to forget names!" "It's such a bothersome thing!" (When she says bothersome I have to giggle because I think about Winnie the Pooh) I hold her hand and I tell her 'Grams all your parts are over 100 years old I'm sure they're getting tired to.' She then just looks at me and smiles. This morning I was looking up things to do with older people with possible dementia or depression and I came across an activity list which suggested gathering some cotton thread, needle, some fresh air popped popcorn and some dried fruit and sitting down and making popcorn strings for the hungry birds outside. This will be a perfect thing for my Grandma and I to do on a lazy Sunday. Maybe for just awhile she'll forget about wanting to just peacefully go to asleep and she will smile when were done as I hang the popcorn string on the tree outside her favorite window. May the birds enjoy the popcorn string treat and may my Grandma continue to smile as the birds come to visit. Thank you for the great short story.    Reply

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Marc B December 5, 2015, 2:09AM

The older I become, the more vulnerable my heart becomes. I spoke with my young adult nephew today, a little about his parents, that they love him madly. A little about the truth that each of us passes, a little that one's life and art can't be decided by committee. We can love each other madly and disagree about what that entails, about what it obliges us to do. Yet, no matter who we are, the world passes from us to another and others beyond. Let there be stories to shelter us, awaken us, nurture us, sustain us. And let us tell them again to those who will follow and replace and surpass us. Thank you for rendering me vulnerable again.   Reply

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Dave R. December 5, 2015, 2:24AM

Thank you for sharing this touching story with us. Reminds me of my Dad. His thing was the Christmas lights. Brought back memories I hadn't had in years.   Reply

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Dave R. December 5, 2015, 2:26AM

Thank you for sharing this touching story with us. Reminds me of my Dad. His thing was the Christmas lights. Brought back memories I hadn't had in years.   Reply

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Carina December 5, 2015, 3:08AM

We lost my Dad last year, windowing my Mom at only 59. It hasn't been easy for any of us, he made the holidays magical. But for my Mom, it has been tragically difficult. She texted me yesterday seeking comfort because she had broken the traditional annual ornament from our first Christmas together as a family. I had to remind her how permanently etched those Christmases are in our hearts and memories. The ornament was merely a token. Families evolve, as do crumbling strands of patched popcorn strings. That is how it is meant to be. I send you warm hugs.    Reply

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Linda December 5, 2015, 4:01AM

Very beautiful story!!! Such stories remind me of how perfect Christmas is. Thank you bringing back sweet memories    Reply

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Ed Claxton December 5, 2015, 6:09AM

You have the skill and gift of being able to put the reader into the moment, that is very uncommon. But it is with the heart that we experience your words, thoughts and remembrances...very powerful Ninie. God bless you for being the fine woman you are and thank you for sharing your experiences in a way that is so very moving. Merry Christmas my dear!   Reply

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The Old Guy December 5, 2015, 8:11AM

Brought back some memories I had forgotten from a distant past...grew up in the 40's/early 50's on the poor side of town...remember my mother stringing popcorn, stringing cranberries and making paper chains out of construction paper so the tree wouldn't look so bare. Also remember her making paper stars she folded that were 3-D somehow that she dipped in hot wax and covered with glitter to hang on the tree. Thanks for the memories, Ninie...   Reply

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Dubbia December 5, 2015, 8:37AM

So utterly touching. A reflection of the memories we all treasure. Thanks for sharing.   Reply

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Leann Davis December 5, 2015, 9:12AM

So beautiful! I, too, have a mother that died just before Christmas. My daughters were 5 & 2 years old. She got them a 2 foot tall Christmas story book and a Playmobil doll house which we still have, waiting for grandchildren of our own. One of the stories was about an evergreen tree that always wanted to be a Christmas tree and finally did when it was chopped down and brought into a house. When Christmas was over, for some reason I never figured out, it was brought up into the attic where it slowly died, then was drug outside where a seed from a pinecone grew into a new tree. So the story ended good but was still sad. I love your writing! Merry Christmas! Leann   Reply

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Mindy Wagner December 5, 2015, 4:08PM

Thank you for sharing a beautiful Christmas tradition story. It brought back some fun memories of mine I hadn't thought about in years. We painted many wooden ornaments for my Grandmother's tree over time. Traditions are so heartfelt. Thx again.    Reply

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Parker Sheehan December 5, 2015, 4:29PM

Ninie, I have been reading SUDAN, and have not yet finished it. Although the story is horrific, I know it is true, which makes it even more horrific. I am enjoying the flow of the story and the pictures you continue to paint verbally. Yes, please continue to send your blog and insights from a very successful author. Thank you for what you do.   Reply

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Parker Sheehan December 5, 2015, 4:38PM

Ninie, I have been reading SUDAN, and have not yet finished it. Although the story is horrific, I know it is true, which makes it even more horrific. I am enjoying the flow of the story and the pictures you continue to paint verbally. Yes, please continue to send your blog and insights from a very successful author. Thank you for what you do.   Reply

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sunnie campos December 5, 2015, 6:25PM

Ninie,
I remember learning the popcorn string from my mother...my grandmother added cranberries....we put them poutside after Christmas for the birds to eat. Up north (Michigan) it can be very cold at Christmas and the our feathered friends appreciate the treat. My parents are gone and so is my grandmother. I am now the grandmother, gret-grandmother. Thank you for giving me back some memories. Have a wonderful Christmas and a Blessed New Year. Many hugs,

Sunnie   Reply

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Paula Cooper December 5, 2015, 7:03PM

I love this story. I'm biased, I love all of your stories and books. May the peace of the Lord be with you and yours during this Christmas season.   Reply

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Outdoorgal December 5, 2015, 9:30PM

Thank you for sharing your Christmas tradition. What a wonderful way to share the love and joy of family. I have given my grandchildren an ornament especially for them from their first Christmas till they reach their 21st holiday so when they head out on their own they will have a few decorations for their first tree.   Reply

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Pat Jenne December 5, 2015, 11:09PM

Ninie,

You are the best. I used to volunteer at The Outlook when you were writing for them. My sister lived in Bloomington, IN. and I gave her a subscription. She loved your articles and when you left, she told me she didn't want to receive it any longer. She has been gone for 3 yrs. now and I still miss her. I can relate to your Christmas story. You are the best! Thanks for all you do and I am blessed to have known you.

Pat<><   Reply

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Lynn Geth December 6, 2015, 4:40PM

Ninie, you never fail to amaze me with your stories, be they short stories such as this one or your wonderful novels. (I'm reading "Black Sunshine" right now) As far as this short story is concerned it kind of hits close to home in that I recently came to live with my granddaughter and I'm watching my 4 year old great-grandson grow up while making what I hope will be long lasting memories for him to remember. Your story delighted and saddened me at the same time, which can only be done by a great writer. Thank you so much for your awesome story!   Reply

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Kimberly December 6, 2015, 7:37PM

Thank you so much for sharing this family story with us. It's great that it is still a tradition. I have my first grandchild for Christmas this year and we are starting traditions with him that we haven't done before. It's great!   Reply

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Debbie Lloyd December 6, 2015, 11:00PM

What a beautiful story! Of course it made me cry. I'm sorry you lost your mother so early in your life and that all your children didn't know her. She sounds like such a special lady. My mom is 85 this year and with each year that passes I'm so grateful that I still have her. My kids and grandkids have all gotten to know and spend time with her. But also with each passing year I dread the time going by as I know I can't keep her forever. Thank you so much for sharing your story and tradition. I hope you and your family have a very merry Christmas and a blessed New Year.   Reply

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Martha December 6, 2015, 12:02AM

What a beautiful story! It brought tears to my eyes, too. I can't wait to share it with my husband and grown children, who I am sure will share it with their children. Thank you, Ninie, for reminding us how prescious each day is, and the traditions that we build from generation to generation.   Reply

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Donald S. Consiglio December 7, 2015, 3:12AM

Ninie, this Christmas story Blessed my spirit and touched my soul. It reminds me of my own memories of when I was a child, and then of when my children were small, three decades ago. (No grandkids yet, but in their time) Your story suggests a certain truth and that is
life is what memories are made of. We all must reflect on those special bright moments as these will provide each of us serenity for our times of challenge. I thank-you Ninie for sharing
your experiences and for this opportunity to give me a first time try at this blog thing. I read many others that have also gave it a whirl. May You and Yours have a very Blessed Christmas and a Happy Healthy 2016!   Reply

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morag December 7, 2015, 7:59AM

Hello 9e this is my first blog, what a beautiful Christmas story, so warm and touching, brings tears to my eye's, what lovely memories of your mum and your oldest son being with her, these will remain with you forever, our granddaughter started a little tradition three years ago which will continue through generations to come, thank you for sharing this lovely memory xx   Reply

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Donna December 7, 2015, 7:16PM

I love the way you write, so descriptive. I was there in the room with you and your Mom and Son. Traditions and Memories, that is what Christmas is all about! Thanks !   Reply

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MarthaE January 3, 2016, 7:41PM

Oh my goodness! How can someone read that and not tear up. What (bitter) sweet memories. I just picked up The Knowing as one of my last 2015 purchases before I go on no buying for three months (TBR double dog dare). Now I realize I have two of your other titles in my very large TBR so at least one of these is moving up on my review pile. I am looking forward to reading and reviewing your stories. Thanks for sharing with readers.
May you be blessed in 2016.   Reply

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cheryl December 14, 2016, 10:13AM

My husband passed away 9 months ago. He was the one who put up the Christmas tree every year and the rest of the family would join in filling the tree with decorations while Christmas carols serenade us from the CD player. The family are still grieving and unsure what new traditions we will initiate, so we are not having any tree this year. We will remember Jesus' birth but we also mourn our loss. Maybe we will start next year to make popcorn chains and drape them around the house but putting up the tree will be unthinkable without the man.
I have loved reading your books Ninie and look forward to the 3rd in the trilogy. Blessings and a Joyous Christmas to you and your family.
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Anita wallace December 14, 2016, 10:27AM

It reminds me of when I was little we did that to please keep writing these wonderful stories and thank you   Reply

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Judy A Green December 14, 2016, 10:42AM

This warmed my heart and brought back memories of daddy making his homemade eggnog (which I couldn't drink because it had grown-up stuff in it). Mama would get out the decorations and scold us if we broke one. They were so fragile back then you know. Your story brought tears to my eyes. I think of the parents I'll never see again and realize why Christmas doesn't seem to have the magic in it like it used to. Thank you for sharing.   Reply

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Karen Ravan December 14, 2016, 11:11AM

I have a 3 yr old grandson with the ocean shining in his blue eyes. I tell the birth of Jesus every year as we put out a ceramic nativity set his great grandma made (as I did with my 2 boys). Neither of them remember her as she passed when the oldest was only 10 months old. And yes I cry. I pray that when I'm gone they will keep memories alive for my little man and his children as you have for yours. Thank you for the beautiful story.    Reply

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Karl December 14, 2016, 11:25AM

Hi 9e, great Christmas story, thanks for sharing.   Reply

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Janis Dyke December 14, 2016, 11:48AM

Beautiful, sweet story. So refreshing after experiencing the hustle and bustle of present Christmases. Reminds me to stop and think of the love taught us by Jesus.   Reply

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Nancy K. Richmond December 14, 2016, 11:56AM

What a lovely way to start my day. Your writing is so descriptive that it takes me away from the daily pressures of life into another land. I have wanted to write you a note for quite some time, but there is always something that gets in my way at the moment. Your book "When Butterflies Cry" was a favorite for me because I live in southern West Virginia and could visually see the mining hollow where the story took place. I pretty much knew the outcome as soon as I read the scene, but that was and is a part of life in the coal fields. Keep on doing what you do like no other, writing! I love your books and can't wait for the next one. Sometimes go for long periods of time before buying a book, but get plenty of free ones from BookBub. That is where I found your books to begin with.

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Wendy December 14, 2016, 12:04PM

That's a beautiful story and one I too can relate too.
Thank you for sharing... and I did get teary.
Hugs to you.   Reply

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Morag Heywood December 14, 2016, 12:21PM

Oh Ninie thank you again for this lovely and touching story of your family tradition! I have to say your mum would be so proud of you and your family for keeping this amazing tradition going! you have certainly brought more tears to my eyes! this is what Christmas and memories are all about. May I also say that I am so excited and can't wait to read the final book of The Knowing Trilogy. Thank you Ninie for being such a talented author who I know will go far!!   Reply

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Valerie Piro December 14, 2016, 1:02PM

What a wonderful, heartwarming story! Merry Christmas, everyone. And thank you so very much. My hopes, prayers, thoughts and dreams are with everyone in the upcoming year, 2017!   Reply

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AmyW December 14, 2016, 10:25PM

What a beautiful story. It is wonderful that you carried this tradition on with your family. What special memories to have!! I love your writing, and have read all your books! Cannot wait for your 3rd book in the Knowing!! Thank you for everything. Happy holidays, and may you have a happy healthy 2017   Reply

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Lynn Geth December 14, 2016, 11:33PM

Hi Ninie,
I had to take a moment to wipe my eyes and blow my nose before I could start to type. Your story is so endearing because of the memories that remain in your heart. A mother and a grandmother can't be replaced but if you have memories such as yours, as I have of mine, it makes it a little easier to bear. Thank you so much for sharing your lovely story. Merry Christmas to you and you family. Big hugs!

Lynn
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Susan December 15, 2016, 10:37AM

Your sweet Mother would be so please, that her legacy is the tradition she so enjoyed is carried out each year with such love. Thank you for sharing this sweet story which tells us once again what Christmas is about. A child, love and family remembering the special times and sharing them with others.    Reply

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Jenni December 15, 2016, 11:10AM

A lovely story, 9e. Christmas memories are my favorites too. I spent my early years in the Kalahari desert, the daughter of a Missionary Doctor, living in a round mud hut. No Christmas trees there! Age 12, we returned to England, and I have celebrated the season with gusto ever since! In England no one used popcorn, to my knowledge, we made paper chains. That was 61 years ago. I am now 71, and my Christmas collection has grown to extraordinary proportions. We retired to Belize 11 years ago, and I have integrated local things into my display. My2 piece nativity is made from a local wood called ziracote, made by a local craftsman. one of my trees is cone shape 6ft tree made from jungle vine, decorated with gourds, dried seed pods, and assorted local ornaments hand painted and mostly depicting local birds. I have a 15 inch tree made from coconut husks, and reindeer again made from jungle wood and vine. My windows are trimmed with glass scarlet macaws and local greenery. Outside, my poinsettia is 18 feet tall and a mass of red, that invites butterflies and humming birds to visit.
May your Christmas be wonderful, and may we remember the reason for the season.
Jenni   Reply

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Christene December 15, 2016, 9:29PM

Loved this!!! ty   Reply

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Reba December 21, 2016, 1:50AM

It's always such a joy when you share a piece of your life and your family. Even through the tears, the joy comes through.

Praying that your Christmas is filled with joy and God's sweetest blessings.   Reply

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Kate December 26, 2016, 7:17PM

Thank you for sharing this beautiful story. I'm still smiling with the tears pouring down my cheeks. What a precious gift to share with us, Ninie.

This is my third Christmas without my mother, but I can only be thankful she got to see her only grandson grow to manhood and held his daughter in her arms years before she passed. I was blessed to have her with me until I was past 60, and she's still with me every day in so many ways. I'm sorry you and your sons didn't have all those years with your mother, but it appears you've kept her alive for all of them--with fragile strings of popcorn and your love.   Reply

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Suspense Author
NINIE HAMMON

I have soooo many stories I want to tell you, so many worlds I want you to see, so many people I want you to meet. People in trouble, most of them. Big trouble they didn't ask for but there it is. Ordinary folks like you and me who are forced by circumstances to fight for their lives. And then, smack in the middle of their everyday worlds they encounter the unexplainable. It's always the game-changer.

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