I ran across a quotation of Augusta E. Rundel today, whom I can find no more information regarding. Anyway, the quotation reads:
“Christmas… that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance — a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.”
If a truer description of the Christmas aura exists, I have yet to come across it.
Something about Christmas makes me nostalgic for times past. I ventured downstairs with my mom today as she looked through some items in the cedar closet storage. She pulled out some pictures to give to me for my apartment and I grabbed a folder from my early college years. The folder was from my Photo 1 class and contains black and white photographs of interesting concepts, blurry pictures, and some actual works of art. I only took one photography class in college but I should’ve spent years learning the art…