Bells. There's something about the sound of bells that I love. Church bells, jingle bells, hand bells, cow bells...they evoke sweet memories.
Hearing church bells, I'm reminded of traditional churches ringing their bells for services, for celebrations, even for warnings. Steeples looming high in the sky are not only architecturally breathtaking, but also very functional. I miss hearing church bells. They were much more commonplace in Europe when we lived there; I wonder if they still are used?
Walking through European villages, Jamie and I would often hear the bells ringing from not only the churches, but also the cows on the hills. It was as if we were in a story like Heidi, or The Sound of Music....Alpine experiences that I'll never forget.
A fun childhood memory involving jingle bells, though, is a favorite to tell. When I was little, "Santa's" sleigh bells would often be heard outside our home during the month of December. I would lie in bed at night, hear the jingle bells, and shut my eyes as tight as possible, so Santa would think I was asleep. Well, one year I realized it wasn't actually Santa. Boy, was my dad surprised when I asked him about it at dinner one night. For once, I think he was speechless! 😂
Now, I decorate with bells at Christmas, treasuring those sweet memories.
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