So basically.... we decided that we needed to have one of these things so that we could empty our thoughts onto the computer. We have a lot of thoughts so... bare with us...we can be intense at times.
25.11.06
VH1's Christmas Trees: Behind the Pine Needles
You buy them, decorate them, and water them - but whats the real story behind the fragrant Christmas Tree standing in the corner of your living room... Here are some intersting facts -
* The first decorated Christmas Tree was in Riga, Latvia in 1510.
* Christmas trees have been sold commercially within the US since 1850.
* At one point the government banned a Christmas tree decoration- this was tinsel, because it contained lead. Now, it's made of plastic.
* 32.8 million Christmas trees were purchased in the US in 2005.
* Christmas trees are grown in all 50 states including Hawaii
* In 2002, 48% of all Americans had fake Christmas trees - ew.
* Thomas Edison's assistant, Edward Johnson, came up with the idea for electric lights on Xmas trees in 1882.
* Boston's Christmas tree at the Pru has been donated by Nova Scotia in gratitude for the city's help in offering supplies to them when a ship exploded follwing a collision in Halifax, Nova Scotia harbor, that leveled part of the city killing thousands.
A Thanksgiving at the Boudreau's - 1920's.
James Frederich Boudreau - this is my grandfather's name. He was born in 1918, just shy of the end of WWI. Living in Cambridge MA., he grew up with sixteen other siblings, eight of which were hockey-crazy brothers.. Although the Boudreau's were dirt poor, it didn't stop them from going all out for the holiday in there own "special" way. For Thanksgiving Mr. Boudreau would purchase a live turkey two to three weeks in advance and tie it to a pole in the basement. They would feed the bird to fatten it up and eat it on Thanksgiving Thursday. But.. this bird suffered serious abuse from my grandfather and his brothers. Dressing it in limited hockey goalie pads, they would place it in front of a net and shoot pucks at it for hours on end after school. My grandfather said they'd also wrestle it to the ground and beat it up. Now.. I think this is fucking hilarious, but I'm sure whoever reading this is appaulled and now thinks I'm a sick moron. Haha does it make you feel any better that I don't care? Anyways, my grandfather told us this entertaining story at the dinner table one Thanksgiving years ago, and so I thought I'd share it with our bloggers, if we have any anymore since Christina has dropped off the face of the Earth.
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