December 23, 2019
The anticipation seems endless, All waiting for the word. I wait almost anxiously, For instructions from the Lord. My friends and I stand in clusters, Excitement filling us all. The...
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The anticipation seems endless, All waiting for the word. I wait almost anxiously, For instructions from the Lord. My friends and I stand in clusters, Excitement filling us all. The...
That we live in a cynical age is without dispute. It seems little that we seniors clung to when we were children are valued by today’s society. Wishing for such...
Sawhorses shaped our Christmas growing up in Cape May. The sawhorses and an oversized slab of wood created the platform for mother’s holiday dollhouse display. My dad, Mark, would lay...
Walk slowly through a park a week before Christmas. Here there is no sound but the crunch of snow underfoot. Oh, but the smells abound! Sharp, frosty air carries the...
Our front room was strictly off-limits for about 10 days before Christmas; the heat was turned off to the room, the door from the living room locked firmly (at least...
The year was 1972. The plan for Christmas was for my brother, Wayne Nichols, his wife, Diane, and their 2.5-year-old son Kenny to come home to Erma from Rome, N.Y....
