Caroling

We used to got caroling each year back when we lived in Farmington. My parents would pile us into the car and we’d rehearse on the way between houses, then sing a song or two in front of the houses. After we sang, we’d be invited in for cookies and to admire their trees.
I now expect that Mother had arranged in advance so our hosts would be home. I remember singing for Aunt Helen Hodgekins (who wasn’t really an aunt but was related to us through Grandmother having been married to a Mr. Hodgekins I don’t know if I ever met for a while. She had some great parties.
I’m sure we also sang to other people- the Murrays, the Bownes, the Roberts, probably Grandmother if she weren’t coming with us, but mostly I remember the Ibarguanes. They had a train set up in their basement that was huge, it went around the outside of the whole downstairs room (you had to duck under it to cross the room), and there were tons of train accessories on shelves around the edges. But more interesting- to me- was their tree. They always had a little tree- shorter than a child- and it was covered with tinsel. You could hardly see the ornaments, and you could certainly not see the tree. The ornaments were all interesting shapes too.

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