As the Holiday Season approaches, most of us, even the biggest Bah Humbug, Grinch will find ourselves thinking about family, friends, and Christmases past. My earliest Christmas memories are those spent with my maternal grandparents in Ruleville, Mississippi. World War II was still raging across Europe, and my Dad was in the thick of it with Patton’s Third Army.
I can remember listening to H.V. Kaltenborn, who reported the war news on NBC. I also remember the Christmas 1944 edition of the “Your Hit Parade,” with Frank Sinatra singing White Christmas. We lived in an apartment attached to my grandfather’s ice plant, and my grandmother decorated with those fold out paper bells of red and green, and the tree had those sharp nosed bulbs that when one went out, the whole string went out.
The war ended in 1945, and Dad stayed in the Army Air Corp, and we never saw a Christmas in the same place twice. I can remember a freezing cold Christmas at Lowry Air Force base in Denver, Colorado, and a hot humid one in the Panama Canal Zone. In 1950, Dad got out and we settled in Cleveland, Mississippi, and I have many wonderful Christmas memories from those years.
This Christmas is reminding me of old friends, some still with us and some not, and after 76 Christmases, the circle grows smaller each year. Tonight I’m thinking about my many blessings, and trying to have an attitude of gratitude—as we say in AA. Tonight, I’m grateful for:
Clista, and our life together. We are truly blessed.
Our families, who tonight are all safe and in good health. We never know what tomorrow may bring, but tonight, all is well and not a creature is ailing, not even a mouse.
Our friends, who are scattered all over the world. Tonight you are in our hearts and prayers.
I am particularly grateful for the opportunity afforded me by As I like it, and Porch Scene as venues to share my love of the written word with many of you. Your readership is much appreciated.
Several of my close friends are recovering from serious illnesses. I admire each of you and the courage you are displaying. The operative word here is “recovering.”
I hope each and every one of you are with friends and family tonight, and I leave you with this familiar phrase:
MERRY CHISTRMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!