December 1958, in a little house on Wilder Avenue in Honolulu Hawaii. This was the Moss family before Mary Ann and I came along. Mom was pregnant with me in this picture. On that Christmas tree are what I have always called the "Hawaii Christmas Bells" - just because that's where they came from.
56 years and lots of handling later, those bells from Hawaii are still going strong.
They have survived all of us kids and every cat we ever had, including Lewis and Clark who really put them to the test. Those bells were their favorite ornaments to swat at as they wandered by the tree innocently.
The best part about having a Christmas tree is sitting down and staring at it, after it's decorated, while you sip a glass of wine, and remember all the stories that each ornament holds.