~ Candyce Fulford

Merry Christmas season!

Every year at Christmastime I am reminded of the very first Christmas we had here in Nelson. The year was 2004 and our family had just moved to Nelson from Swanzey in November. The days were spent unpacking our possessions and setting up our home as well as getting things ready for the holidays.

I don’t remember the exact date, but on one particular day in mid-ish December near suppertime there came a knock at the front door. We opened the door only to find no one there and a holiday wrapped package on the front stoop given by someone for our family to enjoy.

Gifts continued to arrive every evening around suppertime, and try as we might, the family never did catch anyone in the act of leaving a gift at the front door. One night there was even a gift of dog treats for Duke, the family dog, addressed directly to him! How, and who, knew we had a dog and even knew his name?

This mystery continued for twelve days. (The 12 Days of Christmas, of course!). On the twelfth and final evening the accompanying gift card was signed by whoever was our secret Santa. At last! We’d find out! In great anticipation we opened the card.

To this day, seventeen years later, we still have no idea who are the “Nelson Nutcrackers”. We hope they knew, or know, how much joy they brought to our first Nelson-style holiday and how absolutely welcomed they made us feel both then and today.

More Nelson Small Talk

The Nelson Nutcrackers

Every year at Christmastime I am reminded of the very first Christmas we had here in Nelson. I don’t remember the exact date, but on one particular day in mid-ish December near suppertime there came a knock at the front door.

Our First Day in Nelson

In 1977, Sam and I saw an ad in the Harvard Crimson (thank you Karen Tolman) for a camp for rent in Nelson, near a place called Tolman Pond. We had some friends in Peterborough and Hancock, so we decided to rent the cabin to get out of Cambridge in the summer.

Finding Ancestors

Cemeteries are a wonderful place of quiet calm and the surroundings are perfect for meditation and contemplation.  On a warm spring day I was walking among the souls in the Munsonville Cemetery and came across the final resting place of one of my great aunts.

Discovering Nelson

We emerged in the Village, with the trademark mailboxes. My heart leapt, and I thought to myself, “this is where I want to live”.

By |2021-12-21T17:33:10-05:00December 6, 2021|Nelson Small Talk, Small Talk|1 Comment

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  1. Jenna December 8, 2021 at 8:49 am - Reply

    This is so sweet!!

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