Roy Rogers Cap Pistols and German Chocolate Cake!

I remember one special Christmas morning, when dadwonder why the terminology changed; must have
and mother yawningly turned the Christmas treebeen Yankee influence.
lights on in the corner of the living room, illuminating allEven though Thanksgiving's feast had only been a
the wonders that Santa had brought the nightmonth before, Christmas dinner always was a little
before. This was before television and computersmore spectacular, if only in the sweets department.
and well before video games.There were no counting calories when I was a kid,
As though it was yesterday, just as the morning lightespecially on Christmas day. In addition to my
was seeping through the windows, I saw a redmother's contribution of sweets, my Aunts always
cowboy hat and a Roy Roger's gun and holster setcame over and brought with them ridiculous amounts
under the tree. On the other side of the tree thereof sugary delights, all of which would be eaten.
was a tan cowboy hat and pistol set. This one wasBy dinner time the house was full of the fragrances
for my younger brother.of ham, turkey, sweet potatoes and every kind of
As I recall, that was the extent of my Christmasside dish you can imagine. Thanksgiving dinner had
gifts. By today's standards it was sort of skimpy, butbeen just a warm up for the main event. Christmas
our family couldn't have enjoyed the day more. Inwas the when relatives you hadn't seen since Aunt
addition to our genuine cowboy outfits, Santa ClausBertha's funeral showed up for dinner. That year was
brought mom a new hand bag while dad got anotherno exception!
tie. It was a wonderful Christmas morning!Mom always made the coconut cake and fruitcake. It
The day however, was just beginning. After mywas her specialty and no one would even try to
brother and I had chased off any outlaw ormatch her on either one of those. I'm not sure of
renegades that might have sneaked into our housethe recipe, but she made her cake with real
during the night, we greedily ate some of the apples,coconuts. I recall her cracking the hard shell with a
oranges and nuts that Santa had scattered under thehammer, draining the milk into a glass and then prying
tree. Back then these fruits were a delicacy we onlyout the coconut, which she shredded. No packaged
enjoyed on Christmas morning and rarely were therepre-shredded coconut for her! An hour before the
any left for the next day.table was set, Aunt Vida arrived with two of her
Bob Alexander is well experienced in outdoor cooking,chocolate pies and enough fudge to feed Rhode
fishing and leisure living. Bob is also the author andIsland. Aunt Helen balanced a real German Chocolate
owner of this article. Visit his sites at: It may seem ascake in one hand and a gallon of boiled custard in the
if I'm painting a picture of a poverty strickenother. These were in the center ring of our
household, but on the contrary, we were somewhatChristmas dinner circus.
more affluent than most of our neighbors. It wasWhile other folks brought food items, none were in
just a simpler and more innocent time with each giftthe same class as my mother's Coconut cake and
important to us. Receiving only a few items atmy two aunts' chocolate pie and German chocolate
Christmas seemed to give make those gifts morecake. Sometimes there was a little controversy as to
precious, if you can call a Roy Rogers genuine capwhose boiled custard was the best. No one ever
gun and holster set precious.really won that argument!
When things began to settle down a little and theWhile none of us can turn back the clock, this is a
wrapping paper was packed up and stowed in trashtime for remembering special moments of the past.
cans, the ribbons carefully save in a box for nextMaybe this year's Christmas will be a great memory
year, mom began Christmas dinner. In the south backfor one of our kids. It's nice to think so.
then, lunch was dinner and dinner was supper. I still