That night I placed it by my bed before I went to sleep. The first thing I looked for in the morning was the station. Overnight it sank! Did I mention, my brother and I had bunk beds and he was on the bottom? Yep, during the night he rolled off his bed and my garage broke his fall, and in the process, my beautiful new, shiny service station! Want to know how I felt? Don’t ask!
Let’s move on to something more pleasant. The last few months of my mother’s life were spent at our house. Because she was bound to a wheelchair she remained home while we went to church (it was an old church with a gazillion stairs). When we got home and entered the living room, we found our Christmas tree horizontal on the floor. My Mom sat there and smiled from her wheelchair. We blamed her for speeding in her wheelchair and knocking it over! She just LAUGHED!
My most memorable Christmas was the time my mother got to come home for Christmas. She had been hospitalized for some time and we weren’t sure she would be released in time to join us. My dad worked different shifts at the steel mill so I was left to care for my younger brother. I really missed her! I can’t remember if it was Christmas Eve or Day, but as I looked out the living room window, I saw our pastor’s car pull into our driveway. From the passenger side, my mother stepped out of the car! She was home for Christmas. It was the best gift I ever received.
I can go on-and-on about my memories, but I want to hear about YOUR MEMORIES. Are you willing to share them with us? I look forward to reading your replies below.
ANNOUNCEMENT...I hope to have a special Christmas post for you next Thursday or Friday. Come back to see it!
(c) Wally Johnston 2020
“There are two kinds of people in this world, those who like Dr. Pepper, and those who don’t”
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