December 23, 2019
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....
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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....
“What do you want to buy Pop-Pop for Christmas?” my mom asked. “A can of sardines,” I’d say. The peculiar Christmas gift was a treasure to my Pop-Pop. Every December,...
Every year, before Christmas, my husband and I erect two trees: a Christmas tree and a ‘food’ tree. The Christmas tree, standing at 7 feet, is placed in the family...
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...
I see Christmas in a child’s eyes, bright, sparkling with innocence, ready to trust the beauty in each new day. I see Christmas in a child’s eyes, cheery, serene in...
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...
The following is a container of recollections neither full nor empty of truth. My grandmom grew up amid candles and lanterns in Littleville, a town of two streets and one...
