Americana Santa

I fibbed. I'm not doing another Williamsburg installment until next week. But I am sticking with an Americana theme.

Meet my Americana Snowman.

He was given to me as a gift by my next-door neighbor at Fort Dix, New Jersey, in 1998. She was getting ready to move and gave me a going away gift!

When I first moved to Fort Dix I had the two girls who were still three years old and Buddy who had just had his first birthday. Hubby was in school in Ohio and was only coming back on the weekends for the first four weeks we lived there.

The kids and I lived in the military housing for the first week with no furniture (except Buddy's crib) and slept on air mattresses. I had to accept the furniture and household goods delivery by myself since Hubby was in Ohio. I had gotten to know my next-door neighbor a little, and she offered to keep the kids while I took delivery. Little did we know it would be from 8 a.m. until 6 p.m., and it was October so it got dark early. She was my new BFF!

About a year later my neighbor welcomed her third child, and she didn't have any baby things anymore. Since I'd had twins and didn't need a second crib or changing table anymore, I sold her mine. She was so appreciative that when she moved not long after that she got me the going away gift of the Americana Santa.

It was the perfect gift for my Americana house. I love him and it always makes me think of her.

This post is linked to Show and Tell Friday hosted by Cindy at My Romantic Home. Go visit her — her blog is darling.