BIT OF HISTORY: For this week, we are honored to have Linda Purdun share her memory of Ridgeway:
The Christmas memory I think of first is how the lights in town looked. Red, green, blue and yellow bulbs from east to west covering Main Street with light. A beautiful sight coming into town.
Another memory is standing in a crowd, in the cold, watching balloons and poultry tossed from the roof tops. I think each balloon told of a price from a merchant while whoever caught the poultry could have a chicken dinner! A greased pig would be turned loose on Main Street and who ever caught it would have a supply of pork.
My memories may not be accurate, but that’s the way it seemed to me in the early 1950s.
Thank you so much, Linda, for writing this up and sending it to me! It sounds like those Christmases were a lot of fun!
