I am in no doubt that the Christmases from our childhood tend to hold the best memories for us. For me, Christmas would start with my grandmother putting in her meat order, a cut of pork and a piece of beef from Randy Stevens the islands butcher. There would be other Christmas goodies, we would get presents which would probably be pencils, rubbers, rulers and hair slides. We would lovingly appreciate every gift as if our lives depended on it. We didn’t have electricity which meant we didn’t have Christmas lights. I can clearly remember that I was absolutely mesmerised when I saw fairy lights for the very first time. I was around five years old, my grandmother took me to Jamestown and most of the shops and houses were beautifully lit up, it really was magical for a small child from dreary dark Deadwood. My grandmother sold Christmas lilies which she grew in her garden, most people seem to order the white ones in preference to the blue ones. My grandfather Fred liked Christmas and it was the only time of the year that I ever saw him looking happy. The rest of the time he was spiteful and violent to me, he would mentally and physically abuse me while showing my cousins affection. He constantly told me that he detested me, I couldn’t understand his appaling behaviour towards me as he was blind and couldn’t see me. I would always think if only he could see me he would like me, I so wanted him to love me. I didn’t dislike him nor was I angry with him I was just sad. I had a very complicated childhood I was raised by two people one hated me while the other one would praise me and tell me that I was beautiful. Maybe my grandmother was an angel in disguise and my grandfather was Satan, that’s what my grandmother would say about him. I would like this to entry to end on a happy note and remember my childhood Christmases on St Helena with great fondness. I want to have happy memories of people gathering in Jamestown music playing. having a good old sing-song in the pubs on Christmas Eve, and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas on the most remote place on earth.
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