This photograph is from a box sent by my cousin. My sister Chris and my mother Helen. On the back it says "pear tree". My mother would try to assemble the parts of the Twelve Days of Christmas. When I was in my teens, she would hang glittery pears on her avocado tree that she had grown from a seed. One partridge, two calling birds. She had seven tiny glass swans that she would set swimming on a mirror lake, with white fluff around it for snow. I don't think she got past seven. My mother had wonderful traditions that she developed for Christmas. She loved the old carols and wouldn't sing the modern ones at all.
I think my grandfather or grandmother took this photograph. I thought, why isn't it square? But it isn't: it was cut from a page and is a bit of a trapezoid.
My sister is about four, so this would be from around 1965.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: children.
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