A few words just to explain: This picture is of me (on the left) and my younger sister at Christmas 1964, taken at my dad’s boss’ home. Kind of a command performance, if you know what I mean. Their house was spotless, their furniture covered in clear plastic covers, and we were only allowed in the kitchen or family room. The echos of “don’t touch!” or “sit still and be quiet” still echo in my head.
And, the Christmas Tree? It was white aluminum, and very pretty. There was a color light that spun around and bathed the tree changing from green to red to blue.. The hell part? Each and every time you made the mistake of touching the damned thing, you would get an electric shock that would go straight down to your toes and make the hair on your head stick up on end. [Sit still! Don’t Touch!]