These fragile stars hung on my family's Christmas tree for as far back as I can remember. They were much revered. Only my mother could handle them, never trusting my sisters and me to hang them for her. We had probably 40 of them. The tree was not complete until the stars were hung. They were the unifying element to an eclectic collection of ornaments. We never used tinsel or garland or bows. We had the stars.
My mom stopped putting up a tree a few years ago. Last summer, when I went to visit, we had Christmas in July. All the ornaments were laid out for my sisters and me to go through and select for ourselves. We divided the stars evenly among us. We each got a fair share of stars that are still in pretty good shape, along with a share of those that are showing some wear and tear.
I did get a little bit greedy about the packaging though. I insisted on having the ancient school book cover that the stars have been stored in all these years. I couldn't bear the thought of not having it!
Everything I love, right there. German words, a toadstool, a pointy hat, a school room setting out in the woods, anthropomorphized critters... I think that is an Ida Bohatta drawing, although I cannot verify that.
The straw star ornaments have influenced my other choices in Christmas decorations. I didn't do this purposely, but I noticed it this year as we decorated. Check out the tree topper
and the window light.