Christmas in 19th-Century America
BARBARA WELLS SARUDY writes of the oral history memoir of Edward O’Neill, who grew up in the 1850s-60s in Brookfield, Massachusetts. This memoir speaks of a world so different from what is experienced by most American children today, surfeited as they are with gadgetry and toys while denied the uplifting mystique of Christmas (the “Christ Mass”) and many other good things, such as siblings, free time and family stability. Edward O’Neill lived in a better time:
“The first Christmas I remember was when I was four years old. The reason I remember it was because my mother gave me a big lump of brown sugar with a few drops of peppermint on it. I nibbled at that sugar a little bit at a time all day long and I can taste that peppermint to this day. You see, we were sort of pioneer people and we didn’t have much – nor not much to get anything with. Every winter in my early days was hard times.
“The only other present my mother had to give that Christmas was a quarter of a dried orange peel and she give it to my sister to put in her bureau drawer to make her clothes smell sweet. My father didn’t know much about Christmas. He’d been brought up by the Indians. His parents had been killed by redskins and he lived with the Indians until he was nearly twenty. My mother’s parents were missionaries and of course she knew all about Christmas. (more…)







