Iannuccilli: Magical Memories of the Holiday Season

Dr. Ed Iannuccilli, Columnist

Iannuccilli: Magical Memories of the Holiday Season

Dr. Ed Iannuccilli
We met a dear friend after the wonderful Messiah concert on Saturday night at The Vets. Richard found us in the exiting crowd to wish us a joyful season, but moreso to give me a recent newspaper clipping of the story of how his Dad made a generous wooden Christmas sleigh complete with Santa and reindeer some sixty years ago.

I remember that sleigh because Dick’s brother, Joe, was my treasured partner in the practice of medicine for many years. When their Dad died, Joe was the first to inherit the sleigh and proudly displayed it on his lawn as did his Dad. When Joe passed away, Dick inherited the prize and is now restoring it to its storied glory for his display. Tradition, love, and memories. That’s what defines the holidays. And thus my memories.

The advent of the holiday season transports me to days of joy, excitement, and family.  Songs of Christmas filled the airwaves, announcing the start of the season, and decorations popped up magically in stores and homes.  Ornamental lights, wreaths, trees, and nativity scenes were set. Anticipation and excitement filled the air.

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It was a tradition for Mom to take me to downtown Providence. As we left the bus at LaSalle Square, we walked by the Majestic Theater and the City Hall Hardware Store where there was a toy department. Toys were spinning in my head. She pulled me from store to store, entering and exchanging the commotion of the city — cars, buses, walkers and talkers — for the softer sounds of the stores with the smells of wood and pine. We passed Gladdings, Kennedys, Shepard’s to Woolworth's, cutting through Pie Alley, stopping to look, maybe to buy, Mom never letting go of my hand.

The town was bubbling with people, sounds, tinsel, and bells. I have watched The Christmas Story movie many times. When Ralphie’s family journeys to downtown Hohman, Indiana, I am reminded of some of the same treasures we lined up to see at The Outlet Store window displays … toys, trains, dolls, sleds, and Santa’s animated string-puppet elves. Waves of people strolled the streets, admiring the windows and stopping to chat, sharing their day. “What did you buy?” “Very nice.” “Have you eaten?” “Where?” “Coffee?”

And then into the store and up the stairs to find Santa and the grab bag where a treasure awaited. Our Santa, unlike Ralphie's, was caring and convincing.

Before leaving the city, Mom was sure to take me to The Boston Store where I devoured the best custard pie and glass of milk ever.  We then made our way to the bus stop where across the street was The Hong Hong Restaurant, its’ steamy aromas, and mystery of fortune cookies filling the air. Mom ordered our evening meal and toted it, along with her other bags, home on the bus.

I was tired, full enough of downtown with its sounds and spaces. But I felt so good, happy, so excited.


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