Christmas began with my precious mom, Myrtle Payne Tenney, making her wonderful candies for the holidays.
She made divinity, with and without nuts, as well as fudge and penuche.
Then she would hide it from us and the hunt was on. We found plates of
candy in many strange places, including the washing machine. So she had
to begin making candy very early in order to have something left for Christmas.
We always had a sweet smelling Christmas
tree in one corner of the living room, and a small tree with electric lights in
the front window. We hung mistletoe over doorways and waited to be kissed
under the mistletoe.
By (Myrtle) Irene Mousley, daughter of Nathan Cram Tenney and Myrtle Payne
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