The House on Davis Street

This story will be a bit embellished and meant to be humorous.

Every Christmas when I was a child our family gathered at the house on Davis Street. It was the home of my Aunt Win and Uncle Jim Cafferty. The Underwoods, Coverts, Nagels, Folmsbees and their offspring. Uncle Jim with his cigar and shouts of “come in, come in” and Aunt Lizzie greeting us kids with hugs and kisses, how we loved and adored her.  My sister and I carrying  our new Christmas dolls, she always had the one dressed in pink, mine was dressed in blue (I always wanted the pink one).  This house was a noisy and happy place with the big Christmas tree with it’s large lights, the kind usually used for outdoors, and beautiful ornaments.

The dining room had an upright piano which us kids gathered ’round and sang Christmas Carols as loudly as we could. A huge buffet covered with all kinds of food and goodies with real china, no paper plates, no dishwasher either. Card tables were soon set up and the adults, the woman included, would start playing pinochle, poker or canasta. The games were not quiet as the men all seemed to slap down their cards loudly. Us children learned all of these games and monopoly on the dining room table.

My cousin Jim Jr. would disappear upstairs somewhere and bring down this dreaded “thing” the “fox fur” a thing woman wore around their shoulders. He would chase us girls around the house with that fox, us screaming and squealing the whole time until either Auntie Win and Aunt Lizzie would make him stop. One of the boys would always get a nose bleed, they would be put in a chair upside down with their head hanging off and a washcloth with ice on their nose and Auntie Win in a high pitched panic until Uncle Jim would say “now Winifred”. But no one ever bled to death.

I remember Aunt Maude with her beautiful white hair, Aunt Helen who was very elegant and had a grand piano in her home and was an excellent pianist, My only living grandparent, my grandpa, with his white hair and a curl on the top of his head from his forehead back. My own children as babies wore that curl, boys and girls. Aunt Laurel and Uncle Harry who had a wired haired terrier name Percy and Uncle Harry’s Mercury convertible.

The night would end at what hour I don’t recall, sometimes we would be carried out to the car in our sleep and as we got older we had to walk ourselves half asleep and surely asleep by the time we got home. Yes, I remember well that house on Davis Street and the happy Christmas’s we spent there with our large family.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. dunnjames
    Nov 13, 2014 @ 13:01:12

    Great story. Made me think of the times around my own boyhood Christmas’s.

    Reply

  2. ricionoreen@verizon.net
    Nov 04, 2014 @ 15:02:53

      REALLY GETTING GOOD THERE.  

    Reply

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