Tinsel hung a strand at a time. Throwing globs was never an option. The Christmas story from Luke was to be read aloud before any gifts were touched. Around noon – we’d all pile in the car to head to 732 Vermont to gather with the extended clan where I was the youngest of 14 grandchildren.
I thought about all that today as we gathered for our ham, mashed potato and sweet corn feast for three. Those were special days and the memories are particularly fond.
But I feel the same about today. There are no more large family gatherings…there is no more tinsel hung on trees…but she made it through for what its worth. She is quite remarkable.
1eyedmonkee 