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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzorHewOrd8Hc2eJe9qzC4OPPcQEuV7a25gwpqO5mIrIs8o0VOD-OfhcgECPXy-RM-Pegm1N6b4Vp940LOvCCPCkbFKkDXwkEwgRcsO0pErREIalOJgkAhdS5fvnUQ7zHrgRWw_JGMdN_/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghzorHewOrd8Hc2eJe9qzC4OPPcQEuV7a25gwpqO5mIrIs8o0VOD-OfhcgECPXy-RM-Pegm1N6b4Vp940LOvCCPCkbFKkDXwkEwgRcsO0pErREIalOJgkAhdS5fvnUQ7zHrgRWw_JGMdN_/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Birthday celebration on the deck.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHPxekV8ETst-1R3yFUrmFzkwn8fToyZqKKTF-nRK_zN6sEYjbDUzLBTv4tv9iYq0qlyB0LXcOkcecssR1YWbampUGe8kokAN1HOXMPCrnuT2-nZtxoQskXLBoulA4GGjCNesCXXHTdN1/s1600/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHPxekV8ETst-1R3yFUrmFzkwn8fToyZqKKTF-nRK_zN6sEYjbDUzLBTv4tv9iYq0qlyB0LXcOkcecssR1YWbampUGe8kokAN1HOXMPCrnuT2-nZtxoQskXLBoulA4GGjCNesCXXHTdN1/s400/1a.jpg" width="163" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>He brought flowers for his grandmother.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3XlfYOTpPQxp6qGLqYPg-RI_Mfy9NybScY7tpZitknfZ46o1EHerETS9mzoPX8xCvzjOy9J7CXnLPd1ZXZ600awQ_diSued9_rxCJqQif97qoTLdZttSm5IR0uo1VYqoSjGcu-V1NPl0/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3XlfYOTpPQxp6qGLqYPg-RI_Mfy9NybScY7tpZitknfZ46o1EHerETS9mzoPX8xCvzjOy9J7CXnLPd1ZXZ600awQ_diSued9_rxCJqQif97qoTLdZttSm5IR0uo1VYqoSjGcu-V1NPl0/s640/2.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mom with the beautiful flowers from cousins Lynn and John Osborne in Chesterfield.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSbUaXJRojMov-ppJ4QZS9qS5Qa8FAGlcZo9BlAkT6X5ZIir8qCD0jgeu_YaZ8ElH95OE6_Zps8_R8V1aAq6UD8v_seH_gqPyZXRPYJTklP8VAJLbi7F2d_-RElH66inB3w-EQ_s9VLwa3/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSbUaXJRojMov-ppJ4QZS9qS5Qa8FAGlcZo9BlAkT6X5ZIir8qCD0jgeu_YaZ8ElH95OE6_Zps8_R8V1aAq6UD8v_seH_gqPyZXRPYJTklP8VAJLbi7F2d_-RElH66inB3w-EQ_s9VLwa3/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiG6pRjJn7L3j_P-wxJ-5nvfY-ixCVZqujVxjI5-4ax2f2rSqHLpTfBSgy6kMslb5W0j2XQAbPrL1GQ_cz9VFprMrNVUrXce6SHqgLVxNImr9icdEotdrrmhbqOBACKhwoS6DTick6BqT/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiG6pRjJn7L3j_P-wxJ-5nvfY-ixCVZqujVxjI5-4ax2f2rSqHLpTfBSgy6kMslb5W0j2XQAbPrL1GQ_cz9VFprMrNVUrXce6SHqgLVxNImr9icdEotdrrmhbqOBACKhwoS6DTick6BqT/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUYWYs0emmlvK4qnSNEFekqfM3NTljJunoGLutNMxylf5ILmYJf7Hmu0_Umf1AmLcVLg4lG9XNEYlewtrG811NPh4zcWHAardNsXTv36qRvDb6yo8pGqMWzMk1fCDmfSBXIP5zS6vqiqG/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUYWYs0emmlvK4qnSNEFekqfM3NTljJunoGLutNMxylf5ILmYJf7Hmu0_Umf1AmLcVLg4lG9XNEYlewtrG811NPh4zcWHAardNsXTv36qRvDb6yo8pGqMWzMk1fCDmfSBXIP5zS6vqiqG/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dinner was marinated pork chops and corn on the cob from the grill, boiled Yukon Gold potatoes and sliced tomatoes and cucumbers from the garden, strawberries, blueberries, peaches, and grilled flat bread. Summer eating is some kind of good with all the fresh produce.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuMvQlGre56lv0dJiat56_e6XYxAkA0sWuEpyihxKkdcAlErLKr0ZeC00Oa2F5COqORkfkxo4uBgMvgfwPKUc8GJHMog5NkOfzbQd9Yvj8NK9IV63P5LNstC0YTBuElvlDAtclRzKoSSO/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuMvQlGre56lv0dJiat56_e6XYxAkA0sWuEpyihxKkdcAlErLKr0ZeC00Oa2F5COqORkfkxo4uBgMvgfwPKUc8GJHMog5NkOfzbQd9Yvj8NK9IV63P5LNstC0YTBuElvlDAtclRzKoSSO/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Gourmet birthday cupcakes for the birthday folks ... both my parents and SWAC Husband.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAOy6-pPoWtRdNrAiAh-aIpuPtJvKrXhr2ja5rCsFy8uWhTK2NmGt2olzMjIy1roQCnxp_ttTcSt7XiGoEn2X6hB4Peo6CBEJ3HzBw1Nu-fdnt5PPHToDUnAtfmedUf6mcFTyJgPi0Iyi/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAOy6-pPoWtRdNrAiAh-aIpuPtJvKrXhr2ja5rCsFy8uWhTK2NmGt2olzMjIy1roQCnxp_ttTcSt7XiGoEn2X6hB4Peo6CBEJ3HzBw1Nu-fdnt5PPHToDUnAtfmedUf6mcFTyJgPi0Iyi/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>SWAC Son brought flowers for me, too, even though he and I are February babies.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWPMnCTgN5zyPLSytmMi49DrggXI5kuqwlBsMp6ezC0Iy8toE0vqPEIq1WW8oLb5X4sSR6r405B2lCfodRhPnNBl5wdvG6bK63OfFR4ZgxcavHbVPlGtQxGJWKEv87fksLmX6xjPF0hEN/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWPMnCTgN5zyPLSytmMi49DrggXI5kuqwlBsMp6ezC0Iy8toE0vqPEIq1WW8oLb5X4sSR6r405B2lCfodRhPnNBl5wdvG6bK63OfFR4ZgxcavHbVPlGtQxGJWKEv87fksLmX6xjPF0hEN/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My bookworm parents rocking and reading on the front porch.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUSwklR_qZWszUqKtYODYjP7eHPQCknvcKTprEOH66OvQIymupSiQwnhhZe_n9wlXoE1FXowDJjtqG1TSJb3VWR7FnosuKmIuSaWIdTK-YjXO41310D95lbNlHOy9WxcJgWjjdaICV_Y-/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUSwklR_qZWszUqKtYODYjP7eHPQCknvcKTprEOH66OvQIymupSiQwnhhZe_n9wlXoE1FXowDJjtqG1TSJb3VWR7FnosuKmIuSaWIdTK-YjXO41310D95lbNlHOy9WxcJgWjjdaICV_Y-/s400/2.jpg" width="167" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Stepping out in the back yard.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINo4_GuMbUBTyS3GtjcsOedZkyDIKW8b0AfkdTuCqR6bd72R_9YuGdSqmlGQkDL7v6GmUa0wrI-WNdKxKgtu6DjtfHy35UzlfttimPc9RjH8uqqmkgYub2WPxIwhRIDJQ79maICdDp2I5/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINo4_GuMbUBTyS3GtjcsOedZkyDIKW8b0AfkdTuCqR6bd72R_9YuGdSqmlGQkDL7v6GmUa0wrI-WNdKxKgtu6DjtfHy35UzlfttimPc9RjH8uqqmkgYub2WPxIwhRIDJQ79maICdDp2I5/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They like to roam the yard and woods when visiting, checking out the plants, trees, and flowers they have passed along to us over the years. They like to check out the garden, too, and both love tomatoes so we sent them home with a load of freshly-picked produce.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2AY84rFTSXCCa0HeFJxBsm83iLj4pvNAMRk7j4Om-kMXCs6UMrOnlLIvriAnrCnwUbk7rpkEUAkh_fF8fzKJrP5RqOy4GusUP20pgBBY3YO72KCKpeWEfexKb_f8WehG4zAAO5SABA9Bu/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2AY84rFTSXCCa0HeFJxBsm83iLj4pvNAMRk7j4Om-kMXCs6UMrOnlLIvriAnrCnwUbk7rpkEUAkh_fF8fzKJrP5RqOy4GusUP20pgBBY3YO72KCKpeWEfexKb_f8WehG4zAAO5SABA9Bu/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I have a Country Mouse and a City Mouse for parents ... both grew up with different background experiences ... but both love the outdoors.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-H3lvpAvu-jMxmsTWkn163kY93e_asSGtWlT_XKAFbVwBI145SV-zJXdxBiEkaNiKreRnvomC8gMUH948XTYkRi8UfVV7M1M0U3U1XH2ZCVvWXmZUXbRsAwlU_E7t0fkp1etMuxSwMhW/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-H3lvpAvu-jMxmsTWkn163kY93e_asSGtWlT_XKAFbVwBI145SV-zJXdxBiEkaNiKreRnvomC8gMUH948XTYkRi8UfVV7M1M0U3U1XH2ZCVvWXmZUXbRsAwlU_E7t0fkp1etMuxSwMhW/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />My parents were in town this week for a visit. We were celebrating birthdays and family. They are in their 80s and still perking right along and, while visiting, they didn't really want to go anywhere but, rather, just talk, read, and enjoy the peace and quiet of the Shenandoah Valley. <br /><br />So that's exactly what we did. SWAC Son joined us as we celebrated the birthdays on Monday with dinner on the deck ... grilled pork chops and corn with goodies from the garden -- boiled Yukon Gold potatoes as well as freshly picked tomatoes and cucumbers, along with strawberries, blueberries, and peaches. Oh -- and gourmet cupcakes for the birthday kids -- strawberry-topped cupcakes for my folks and key lime-flavored for SWAC Husband.  And gorgeous flowers for Mom from SWAC Son and cousins in Richmond. It was a feast on the deck overlooking the back yard, woods, and mountain ridge, and so we lingered until dark, talking and enjoying the cool evening breeze.<br /><br />It was a good week and we were thankful that the weather cooperated with low humidity, low temps, and a breeze, and even the rain showers were gentle enough to sit on the porch and read. I set up the video camera and recorded Mom talking about family history, something we need to continue next time we're together, and took notes that will be added to our genealogy books.<br /><br />They are part of the World War II generation, a sad, fascinating time in American and world history, and each personal perspective of that time as teenagers is unique ... one graduating high school and going straight to work ... the other graduating high school and attending Virginia Tech before the Navy pulled him into the war. Victory gardens, ration coupons, gas shortages, loss of a sibling during the war ... they know it up close and personal. <br /><br />Family and the Shenandoah Valley. It doesn't get much better....<br /><br /><i>Photos by Lynn R. Mitchell</i><br /><i>August 2013</i>

Birthday celebration on the deck. He brought flowers for his grandmother. Mom with the beautiful flowers from cousins Lynn and John Osborne ...

Christmas in Connecticut (1945)...one special holiday season...

<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVRKeYqxZs7QPbP6FsXTeWLm9Yje23zyoKb_Dvc41ImNNghN5zySgy-fDqeDcopdWvNbyn0QrTg0RiprIL7-F1jfGbxaWfFW1O1DU5q0egT-sruoZz3NGog8ikYXFjB08w_AZHHYTSU21/s1600/ct+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="275" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVRKeYqxZs7QPbP6FsXTeWLm9Yje23zyoKb_Dvc41ImNNghN5zySgy-fDqeDcopdWvNbyn0QrTg0RiprIL7-F1jfGbxaWfFW1O1DU5q0egT-sruoZz3NGog8ikYXFjB08w_AZHHYTSU21/s320/ct+tree.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Christmas in Connecticut</i> (1945), a jewel of a holiday romantic comedy, was released at a  time unlike any other in America...scant months after VE Day, just days before VJ Day - and by December 1945, World War II was finally over and many veterans were home in time for Christmas.</span><br /><a name='more'></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A <i>Time Magazine</i> article of December 24, 1945 observed, “For most Americans, on the first Christmas without war since 1938, these two facts transcended all others: peace…had come back to earth; millions of U.S. fighting men, now a peaceful army of longed-for occupation, were streaming back to their homes…”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A reviewer of the recent book <u>Christmas 1945</u> observed the contrast between 1945 and the previous Christmas, “In 1944, the Allies thought they had the war nearly won when the last days of turmoil broke out in a wooded, mountainous region of Germany. The Battle of the Bulge was to be the last major conflict in a war winding down…If Christmas 1944 was a frightening reminder that the war was not really over yet, Christmas 1945 was a collective prayer, a nationwide sigh of relief.“</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaLBeISJuHm3yJfQajtlF2r2ad4oRhI3kHRjI9JHdvPYK2l4FfRAfonkclf6B1rl6IIIAF9CKtQHfefDUKz2Ng-wR3ILly8QZ3_-yVUn0eU8L0X7VLlDh71eJm74yrlIA7e5SRwhR72ams/s1600/ct+scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaLBeISJuHm3yJfQajtlF2r2ad4oRhI3kHRjI9JHdvPYK2l4FfRAfonkclf6B1rl6IIIAF9CKtQHfefDUKz2Ng-wR3ILly8QZ3_-yVUn0eU8L0X7VLlDh71eJm74yrlIA7e5SRwhR72ams/s320/ct+scene.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With <i>Christmas in Connecticut</i>, director Peter Godfrey spins an appealing home front fantasy. Barbara Stanwyck stars as New York sophisticate Elizabeth Lane, popular writer for a women's magazine. Lane's forte is home and hearth and her articles wax euphoric about her house in Connecticut, her husband, her baby and the joys of homemaking...with loads of household hints and recipes. But none of it is true. Not married nor a mother, Lane can’t cook, doesn’t clean – and has no interest in any of it! However, almost no one, including her publisher, knows this.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But…very soon a Navy vet (Dennis Morgan) is headed her way thanks to his nurse/fiancée’s letter to Lane’s publisher (Sydney Greenstreet). The sailor, recently rescued after weeks adrift at sea on a raft where he endlessly dreamed of fine food (<a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Pan-Seared-Rib-Eye-Steak-with-Bearnaise-em-Entrecote-Bearnaise-em-241756"><span style="color: #990000;">like this entree</span></a>), has visions of an Elizabeth Lane-style holiday. With the war still on, Lane's publisher is not about to disappoint a returning hero...so the vet's wish is granted. Lane’s masquerade goes off the rails and she ends up under a romantic spell, ready to give up her "bachelor girl" high life for the regular guy, a war veteran, who's stolen her heart… </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The farcical plot, an outstanding cast and a set replete with snowy New England sleigh-ride scenery create a heartwarming and reassuringly merry Christmas movie.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQg1sm_5UGjlM0zuHV9VBcOqcC51Jl9hBxeqGRkvuz8M6a2HdRcaDwNBoBc4gF-iyrIO5JtL6XBegfuR_yfhuddsC11jShZcENK3zpQRsdb86okxFIehhNK7sZSFYzTEWVpL2el0ia4Yle/s1600/ct+sakall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQg1sm_5UGjlM0zuHV9VBcOqcC51Jl9hBxeqGRkvuz8M6a2HdRcaDwNBoBc4gF-iyrIO5JtL6XBegfuR_yfhuddsC11jShZcENK3zpQRsdb86okxFIehhNK7sZSFYzTEWVpL2el0ia4Yle/s320/ct+sakall.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Barbara Stanwyck doesn't miss a beat as a high-flying careerist who discovers she’d like to come down to earth. Reginald Gardiner is smooth as her over-civilized long-time suitor; S.Z. Sakall is endearing as Felix the chef; Sydney Greenstreet is the bombastic publisher. Dennis Morgan is all-American as the Navy man, and sings "I'm Wishing That I May." Joyce Compton also stands out as the chirpy nurse/fiancée.  </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">  </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The popularity of <i>Christmas in Connecticut</i> seems to grow with each passing holiday…but that first year, the film's original Yuletide season, was singular...</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Writer Bob Burdick, whose boyhood during WWII included “air raid drills, blackouts, rationing, and simply doing without...” recalled his father’s return from the war and remembered that though money was tight that year and his own gifts under the tree numbered just two, “before the day was over, I considered these gifts the best I’d ever received.” Looking back Burdick added, “no Christmas has been more memorable than the one of 1945.”</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh80C_tYmYUeTyL4VOGg4VXdVVQ52gTc5kBMc5CrM6gjZh2gWJNG2VkjjUh5ZzvOScHuF2iHZr6D38lfvrDWmcYW5cQmetOdATJxsqknziYa6EN2ZDLZ48K3p-iJ2hPjFScrH4CJR6G07Tt/s1600/ct+love.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh80C_tYmYUeTyL4VOGg4VXdVVQ52gTc5kBMc5CrM6gjZh2gWJNG2VkjjUh5ZzvOScHuF2iHZr6D38lfvrDWmcYW5cQmetOdATJxsqknziYa6EN2ZDLZ48K3p-iJ2hPjFScrH4CJR6G07Tt/s320/ct+love.png" width="320" /></a></div>

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