The Oceana Echo - Volume 3, Issue 30, December 19, 2025

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Volume 3, Issue 30 December 19, 2025

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Treasured memories reveal the many joys of Christmas By Sharon Hallack The Oceana Echo Community Correspondent This Christmas, we are grateful for the memories we've made and those our readers shared with us! Those treasured moments reveal the impact that the special people in our lives have. Please enjoy these Christmas memories!

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Jack White, Hart - It was Christmas of 1984 or 1985. We had made the decision to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at our house. My in-laws were more than a little disappointed, as our children were their only grandchildren. My mother-in-law wanted to have the kids sleep by the tree and to experience Christmas morning at their house. We told them we would be down the day after Christmas to spend time with them. Christmas Eve came and went at our house, and then on Christmas morning, everyone was wide awake and ready to go. We opened presents and drank our hot chocolate from the little bunny mugs that were a family tradition. By noon, we

were pretty much settled in. At that time (I will take the credit) I said, "Let's leave now and surprise Grandma and Grandpa. It took almost no time for everyone to get on board with the plan. We decided to really surprise them by not telling them we were coming early. We bundled everyone up in the old Ford LTD station wagon with the lousy heater and all the presents, and off we went. We got as far as Plainwell and found a restaurant that was open, so we stopped and got some supper. After we left there, we planned our arrival. We would turn off the headlights and come in from the north drive so they wouldn't hear or see us. We practiced singing Christmas carols as we drove. Once there, we silently got by the back door in the dark, rang the bell, and when my fatherin-law and mother-inlaw came to the door, we started singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas”. The look on their faces was worth all the effort. As Priscilla and I settled down in bed that night, we realized that we had given her folks the best present we could have ever given them. Audrey Veltman, Shelby - When our oldest son was five, our family Christmas party was lacking Santa due to sickness. My hubby stepped in and put on the Santa suit. When it was our son's turn to sit on Santa's lap and get his present, he looked down and exclaimed, "Hey Santa! You have shoes just like my dad!" Sharon Hallack, Hart - I have so many wonderful Christmas memories, so it’s hard to select just one! And since I don’t get to write about myself very often, I’m taking advantage of the opportunity this week! Christmas was a hectic time around our house. Growing up as

Nathaniel Fitch makes a Christmas memory as he talks to Santa at the Hart Area Public Library, Monday, Dec. 15. the daughter of Jerry Slocum, partner in the Slocum Brothers Tree Farm, I didn’t see my dad much during the months of November and December. He would put in many long days for weeks on end, and then shortly after Thanksgiving, he would take a load of trees to Columbus, Ohio where he and his brother Ted would spend the next several weeks operating a retail tree lot. At the invitation of their sister Waneita, who lived in Columbus, this was something they began doing in the early 60s, shortly after their first harvest of Scotch pine, and would continue for some 30 years. Dad would hug us kids and kiss my mother goodbye, and for the next month, the only communication we would have with him would be short chats on the phone when he would call. As Christmas Eve got closer and closer us kids naturally got more and more squirrely. It was all my mother could do to not go crazy, parenting five kids while maintaining things at home, as well as attending many Christmas events. By Christmas Eve day, Dad tried to start for home by late morning so he could be home before we all had to go to bed. By the time it got dark, the anticipation was palpable. We would look out the windows every few minutes for any lights

coming down our road. Finally, Dad would pull in the driveway, and we would holler, “He’s here!” or “He’s home!” My mother probably breathed a sigh of relief and whispered a prayer of thanks. I can remember years when we hurriedly pulled on our boots and ran out into the snow to get that first hug. He would laugh and gather as many as he could up into his arms. One year when my sister Sarah was only three, after getting inside the house, he picked her up and she didn’t let go of him for over an hour! He sometimes looked a little like Santa because he hadn’t shaved or had his hair cut in a while. In the hour or two after he arrived, emotions were high. There was a lot of talking over each other as we all got reacquainted. To help take the edge off, there were two traditions we shared as a family that night: the opening of our care package from my mother’s English pen pal and the boxes of Cracker Jack Dad always brought (I’ll share the story of those memories next year.) By the time I was in high school, my father had stopped selling Christmas trees on retail lots, opting instead to take a couple of weeks to visit some of his larger buyers and collect payment. The Slocum Brothers Tree Farm, located in Elbridge Township, dissolved its

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partnership in 2011 after operating for more than 50 years. During that time the business shipped millions of trees across the United States, which could have never been done without the help of hundreds of local people, some of whom are probably reading this memory right now! One year my dad received a beautifully painted sign from a friend that read, “As long as there is Christmas, I’m in business,” which certainly described my life as the daughter of a Christmas tree farmer. Irma Hinojosa, Hart - For me, growing up in a Hispanic family, Las Posadas has been a part of my Christmas tradition from as far back as I can remember. Las Posadas (translated “The Inns”) is a nine-day celebration, signifying the nine months of Mary’s pregnancy, commemorating the journey of Mary and Joseph as they looked for shelter before the birth of Jesus Christ. Our church asks individual families to host the event in their homes on one of the nine days. Each evening includes the recitation of a special Rosary to the Virgin Mary, followed by a reenactment of the Holy Family’s search for lodging. The evening ends with a wonderful meal and a lot of visiting. It is a special time of fellowship and spiritual preparation for celebrating the birth of Jesus. As chairperson of the Oceana Hispanic Center, one of my goals is to keep cultural events prominent and a part of our community for all to enjoy. The center usual-

ly signs up for one of the nine nights, and we usually have 40-60 people attend. It is not uncommon for individual families from the church to host 20-30 people. Last year, I left for Texas earlier than usual for Christmas and completely missed Las Posadas. It definitely felt different not participating in it. This year I made sure to time my departure so I wouldn’t miss out. If anyone is interested in attending one of the remaining Las Posadas nights, please call St. Gregory’s Catholic Church at 231-873-2660. Bradley Youngstrom, Mears - Growing up, every Christmas Eve, all the family from my father's side would come back to the family farm to celebrate. My father's mom, aunts and uncles and all my cousins would enjoy a meal together. My father's parents were from Sweden, so we would have an array of food to try like Bond-ost cheese on very thin rye toast crackers, potato pancakes, Swedish sausage, Swedish meatballs, Lutfisk and Pepparkakor cookies, along with many other sweet treats. It was a joyful evening and maybe the only time of the year when everyone was all together. I still remember the fun and joy of those evenings even though so much time has passed. If these memories stirred some in you that you would like to share, please email us at sharon@oceanaecho.com to be included in next week's edition.

• Connie VanDerZanden/Echo


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