|Twig Tree c. 1985|
A word about twig trees. You see I started the whole twig tree tradition way back c. 1982 when I couldn't afford to buy a real Christmas tree. My boyfriend (of the time) and I were walking home on a cold, blustery day. It was freezing and we were crossing the river on an exposed overpass. Sitting right there in the middle of the road was a rather large naked tree limb. Had no idea how it got there but it was obviously a hazard so we went to move it. And while doing just that I had an idea, "let's use it as our Christmas tree!" So we lugged it back to the house where, after a lot of chopping, hacking and swearing we finally managed to fit it through the door. I can't remember what we used to prop it up with. A box with a hole cut into it, I think? And then we wired it up to the wall and ceiling. Then I made a bunch of decorations out of whatever I could find at hand and viola! The twig tree tradition was born.
|Twig Tree c. 1990|
I used to ONLY do twig trees but the idea put off more than a few roommates over the years.
And my husband? Well, eventually we agreed to compromise between his live pine tree tradition and my dead twig trees. And 2003 (we were still in Newfoundland) was a twig tree year. For the first time he came with me for the retrieval process. Using my first digital camera we documented the event with a series of grainy avi's. Much later I used animoto to edit the clips together. It makes for some funny viewing--at least I think so. The relationship dynamic caught in them clearly illustrates how my husband's humour deflects my somewhat uptight earnestness.