I will never forget that one late Christmas Eve night/early Christmas morning. I had just come home from midnight Christmas Eve services at the church I was serving. I was exhausted, but there were still preparations that needed to be accomplished getting ready for Christmas morning...
I will never forget that my Aunt Elizabeth, whom we called “Auntee,” came to our house to celebrate every Christmas. As I think back, I believe her arrival was a bigger occasion for me than the arrival of Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. She would usually arrive two or three days...
"I will never forget…" If you know me, you know these are words that would rarely come out of my mouth. I regularly forget. I forget where I put my keys. I forget where I put my glasses. I forget where I put my phone, and so on and so on and so on. So...
Growing up without a father in the home was hard, to be sure, but it's a lot harder on most families than it was for us because my Aunt Cindy had the good sense (and/or wildly fantastic fortune) to marry my Uncle Marc. If I had to sum up Uncle Marc in one word, it would be present. He is...
Ferroll Sams, author of the novel, Run with the Horses, has a new book in the stores entitled, Christmas Gift!, which details an old custom popular a half-century ago in my part of the world. Sams relates how his father conspired to beat everybody in his family in calling out...
In Indiana's embrace, my youth did unfold, Amidst snow-covered fields and stories untold. Christmas arrived with its pure, magic scent, A time when innocence and wonderment were sent. Underneath the evergreen's outstretched arms, A Lionel train, a gift with countless charms, I...
I will never forget riding on this float in the Lawrenceburg Christmas parade…many years ago!
Description of Elysium There: far, friends: ours: dear dominion: Whole health resides with peace, Gladness and never harm, There not time turning, Nor fear of flower of snow Where marbling water slides No charm may halt of chill, Air aisling the open acres, And all the...
I will never forget the extreme excitement and pure joy on my oldest brother’s face as he came barreling into my room one Christmas morning and started jumping on my bed shouting, “Get up! Get up! It’s time to open presents and celebrate Christmas!” This was so out of...
The Christmas I will always remember was in 1962; it would be the last Christmas I would have with my mother. I don’t remember much about that Christmas Day, but the next day will forever be in my mind. My brother and I had walked up the street to spend time with...
