straw, or hay.
I was giving some thought to sentimental things handed down through generations. The only thing we have is a baggy full of hay.
I should add that this is valued by all of my children and is a staple in our Nativity set.
This is hay that my great-grandmother brought with her when she left the village in the old country (Hungary). It was 1922, and she was 22 years old and she was joining her husband in Chicago. She was travelling alone with her two year old (my grandmother) and six month old daughters. Though her husband worked extra long and hard so he could send enough money for her to not to have to travel third-class steerage, so she had her own private room.
Anyhow, she decided to bring some hay from her homeland with her. It lived in her drawer for many years and I don't know when it managed to make its way to a manger, but it has.
And every year we reverently put it out with the sheep and oxen. And we remember the grandma who came to America.
I share this only because it seems like such the opposite of a friend's family who is fighting about
"Grandma's Lladro Nativity" set - because it can't exactly be split up, and no one trusts each other enough to share and let it travel throughout the family members from year-to-year.
Our most priceless Christmas item is ...
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