Servant of Mary Sister Mary Aloysius Formby, 96, a former administrator
of Addolorata Villa in Wheeling, was born in England but moved
to Canada in 1912.
We were supposed to be on the Titanic, but my mother said it
was too cold at that time of year to take three little girls on
a ship. We came in June of 1912, and we settled in Ottawa. After
we moved to Canada, my brother was born.
On Christmas, we always went to midnight Mass, and then we hung
our stockings up. We had a quick snack, and then we hurried to
bed, because otherwise Santa Claus might miss us.
Every year, my mother made a new dress for each of us. We knew
my mother made them, so when we were little, she didnt put them
near our stockings. In our stockings, we would get an apple, an
orange, maybe a small toy and some candy. We looked forward to
it. In those days, you didnt have that many dresses.
For the Christmas tree, we made popcorn and strung it, and my
mother made icicles. Im not sure what she made them out of.
For Christmas dinner, we always had a turkey, and it was always
stuffed with sage and onions. There were always turnips or maybe
parsnips, and my mother would always make a plum pudding.
My mother was musical, so in the afternoon, my mother would play
the piano, and a friend would come over and play the violin, and
my father and brother and sisters and I would sing carols. I always
liked Angels We Have Heard on High.
It was just family mostly, and also two boys that came from England
who didnt have any family that my father sort of looked after.
In those days, there was much better work in Canada than in England.
1920s
Lillian Porter, 87, grew up at 2730 W. Congress St. in Chicago,
in a home that was later razed to make way for the Eisenhower
Expressway. She was the youngest in a family of three daughters
and two sons.
We got very little for Christmas, compared to what children get
now. We all got just one thing. I can remember one year, when
I was 8 or 9, I got a little sewing machine, and that wasnt what
I wanted. I wanted a doll or maybe a teddy bear. I never used
that sewing machine, and I dont know what made my mother buy
it.
But later that day, a friend of my mothers came over and brought
me a little doll. My mother used to take care of her daughter
while the friend was working.
We also hung up our stockings. We always got fruit in that.
We had a little Christmas tree, and it had lights where if one
bulb went out, the whole string went out. We couldnt keep replacing
them, so sometimes by Christmas, the tree wasnt lit anymore.
We didnt have a lot of money, but we always, always had food
on the table. My mother was a terrific cook, and we had fresh-baked
bread every day. We would all have a big Christmas dinner. It
was a wonderful place to be at the time.
1930s
Mary McManus, 83, moved to Oak Park with her family when she was
3 years old and lived there until about two and a half years ago.
In her family, the Christmas season became a time of change, as
her youngest brother was born just after Christmas in 1929, and
her fathers mother was buried on Christmas Eve 1938, just two
months after her father died. She will spend the holiday this
year with her youngest brother, John, at his home in Deerfield.
I remember very vaguely when we were very small that Santa Claus
would always put up the Christmas tree after we went to bed on
Christmas Eve. My parents didnt do that for long. In those days,
the Christmas tree went out on the sun porch, which was unheated,
but you could see it from the living room.
I had two older brothers, and then when I was 12, slightly after
Christmas, another brother was born, so I was completely outnumbered.
The trains always outnumbered the dolls under the Christmas tree.
My dad worked for the railroad, so all my brothers played with
trains.
On Christmas, wed see my grandmothers, until my dads mother
died at the age of 90 in 1938. She was buried on Christmas Eve
in Iowa. Those days, they didnt let the seminarians come home
for Christmas, so I remember we had to take the train back from
Iowa after burying her, and then my brother (the late Bishop William
E. McManus) had to take the North Shore line back to Mundelein
for midnight Mass.
That was probably the saddest Christmas for me and my mother,
but we kept the traditions up.
We always went sometime in the day to my aunts homemy mothers
sister. Sometimes my fathers family came to our home early on,
for an early dinner, and then wed have another one with grandmother
on my mothers side and my aunts.
There were 12 cousins, and to this day, we are still close, the
10 of us who are left.
Back in those days, there was no midnight Mass because Cardinal
Mundelein thought there might be abuses, so the first Mass was
at 5 a.m. My parents usually went with my brother, who became
the bishop, because he had to serve. I dont think they were really
happy the year after my little brother was born when they came
back, and my brother and I said we heard the baby crying, so we
had to take him downstairs to look at the Christmas tree. If he
was crying, it was only a whimper.
Christmas was very much a family-oriented holiday.
John Mamon, 79, was one five children growing up in a Polish family
in Bridgeport. He remembers the threat of coal in the stocking
for children who misbehavedbut the only time it ever showed up,
he said, was as a practical joke from one of his brothers. He
will spend Christmas this year with his sons family in Glenview.
Usually Christmas Eve, it would be a complete family gathering
around the dining room table. Everybody would have a candle lit
in front of them, and everybody would have a taste of wine.
It was called Wigilia, and it was a big tradition. There would
be no meat served. There was usually a select portion of fish,
rice and stewed prunes, buttered lima beans and a kind of a fish
stew.
There was a bread wafer, a kind of unleavened bread, and the
oldest person there would break off a piece and pass it around
until everyone had a piece. It was to show that the Bread of Life
was coming at Christmas with Jesus, and it really was quite meaningful.
There were some prayers, some caroling, and then we all gathered
around the Christmas tree.
We were lucky if we got one or two very nice presents, like a
little fire truck or a Lionel train, and we had to wait until
Christmas morning for them.
It still is a family gathering, but the traditions are different
now.
1940s
Elaine Gatz, 72, grew up in a typical German-American home, where
Christmas was filled with prayers and wonderful spices:
"My parents came from a little town called Krefeld in the Rhineland
and the crib was a "must" at Christmas. Ours was made in Italy,
rather large and we put it up every year. The figures stood about
eight inches high, with a camel, its tender; a cow, sheep, shepherds,
angels, the Wise Men with Mary and Joseph. Putting Baby Jesus
into the crib was always a beautiful ritual on Christmas morning.
He never went in until then.
We also celebrated St. Nicholas Day, Dec. 6, when we would polish
our shoes and put them outside our bedroom door. If you hadn't
been good, you did get sticks and stones in your shoes instead
of candies!
My mother traditionally made sauerbraten for Christmas dinner.
Another favorite was her special cookies called speclatius.
They were filled with delicious spices like cinnamon, ground almonds,
mace and nutmeg. We have handed down the recipe to this day.
But Christmas Mass was always the high point. The most memorable
for me was Midnight Mass, Christmas Eve in 1944 at Our Lady of
Solace Church in Chicago. My brother, Father Paul Grueter, was
a subdeacon and was going to be assisting our pastor, Msgr. Martin
Nealis on the altar. It would be the first time my family and
I received Holy Communion from him, but there was a problem. Because
the Mass would be crowded, you needed an admission ticket. My
parents only had two. Thanks to the generosity of a school friend,
her family gave us their two tickets so my sister and I could
be there. My brother was ordained the following March and later
became vice-chancellor for the Archdiocese of Kansas."
1950s
The 50s was the decade of speed and convenience, expressways and
tailfin cars inspired by the P-38. Patricia Ahern Prince remembers
the Christmas of 1951 that reflected the era.
I was in eighth grade and sang in the choir but there was no
Midnight Mass that year. The first Christmas Mass was at 5 or
6 a.m. and there had been a very heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve.
Our family only lived two long blocks and two short blocks from
church, but that was apparently too far I guess for my parents.
Instead we walked to the L station at 63rd and Halsted streets
and grabbed a taxi! That Christmas morning was the first time
I ever rode in a cab!
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