My favorite memory of the chimes was Christmas Eve 1975 when Joe and Doug were 11 and 6. It was during my first marriage when we were stationed at Barber’s Point in Hawaii and lived in Navy housing among other young families away from home. Three other families came over with two children each, including my sister and her children, Cindy and Troy. Eight unusually well behaved children from 4 to 11 sat at the dining room table for hot chocolate and home made cookies. The lights were dimmed and the brass centerpiece of chiming angels gently twirled from the heat of the candles and a pattern of shadows twirled around the ceiling and candle light glowed on the children’s faces. They chatted with anticipation of Christmas morning and Santa Claus, I looked around at each little face, so much like an angel that evening and knew it was a Christmas memory I would never forget.
|Davis, Doug 41, Reese|
|Joe 46, Lisa, Larry|
Nobody polishes the chimes now, they are dull but magically look polished in photographs, a Christmas miracle.
Turn up speakers and listen closely to hear the chimes.