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Letters to Cari, #3 August 25, 2014….

Your only 9 years old and you have done many things to make me very happy and very proud.  As you read these letters you will find they aren’t really in a natural progression, more so as they come to mind.  But I will try to identify as best I can when they happened.  Smiling and trust me, many of our shared moments come to mind open. 

This particular incident occurred at the Christmas Pageant during your 3rd grade year.  Your mom and dad told us you had a part in the pageant but didn’t go into specific detail. 

As normal we (your grandma and I) are quite early, but that did get us good parking. And because of it we got to participate in many of the Christmas activities going on.  In particular you sat and visited with me as I sipped the hot chocolate you had gotten me.  We chatted about numerous things none of which changed the world but I just enjoyed that moment.  By the way you were dressed to the “nines” and looked as cute as you could be (as the below picture attests).


3rd Grade Christmas Show
3rd Grade Christmas Show


At long last we were advised it was time to move into the cafeteria because the show was about to begin.  Much to your Grandma’s and my great astonishment as we walked into the cafeteria we found we had stepped into a full house.  There must have been 300 or 400 people crammed to the space, everyone was jockeying for the best possible place to take pictures of their beloved children.  Your grandma and I were trying as well, but we ended up be shoved into the corner far away from where you were performing.  The program was simple enough that allowed full participation from your choir.  

Of course I don’t remember the entire program, I do remember the trash can drums, and thinking that was pretty cool.  Then your group came up on stage.  If memory serves you were in the 2nd row, about 5 or 6 right to left across the stage, and I know your mom or dad will be able to tell me exactly where you stood.  Your group performed a couple of songs and I remember watching you from the back 40 of the cafeteria and thinking she is really into it tonight.  

After either the 2nd or third song there as a shift in the performers on the stage. You came down from your perch and took a position center stage before the microphone and waited as appropriate.  When the music again started you began reading your part from the script you before you on the music stand.  I was astonished by how clearly you read your part, the clarity of your voice, how you announced each word correctly, and with the changes in inflection of your voice as you read.  It was amazing to see such a young lady with so much poise. 

I remember thinking when I was your age I could barely say my own name without sounding even more childish than I was.  I also remember how surprised I was with your ease in front of all those cameras, the flash of pictures being taken, and how all the movement around you did phase you at all.  It was like watching a miniature anchorperson going thru the news. This picture shows you looking at the paper on the music stand, but as you “performed” you would look up from your page and make eye contact, a feat I didn’t feel comfortable doing until I was well into my 20’s.  Yet it appeared so normal for you. 

You are extremely photogenic, and it showed in how presented yourself before that large crowd.  Smiling I can almost see an actress in the making, the smiling a leading lady, or the anchor of the evening news. 

Cari, I had seen you perform a few times before this event, and while your were a good and active participate, you seemed to hold back a little. This time you were all in and  your performance was outstanding.  It was so much fun to watch, and even more fun to brag about you later.  Take care, Love, Grandpa 

Folks, as always if you have any questions, comments or concerns please feel free to send them to me.  Take care, Bill  


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Folks, it is the time of the year when we all get stories like this in our mail box.  We read the story get a tear in the eye, and think little more of it.  Well my blog is a perfect forum for passing the likes of this along, allowing you to also get a tear in your eye and a warm spot in your heart. I am not the author of this story, though I wish I could be creative enough.  I also don’t have a clue who the author of this story is, and I have made no effort to chase it down.   I am just sharing it with you.  Please take care Merry Christmas — Bill

The Grocery List

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.  She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.

Visualizing the family needs, she said: ‘Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.’

John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family. The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, ‘Do you have a grocery list?’

Louise replied, ‘Yes sir.’ ‘O.K’ he said, ‘put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.’

Louise hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down. The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, ‘I can’t believe it.’

The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more. The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.

It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said: ‘Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands.’

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence.

Louise thanked him and left the store. The other customer handed a hundred-dollar bill to the grocer and said; ‘It was worth every penny of it. Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs.’

THE POWER: When you receive this, say a prayer. That’s all you have to do.

Just stop right now, and say a prayer of thanks for your own good fortune…

I believe if you will send this testimony out with prayer in faith, you will receive what you need God to do in your and your families’ life..

So dear heart, trust God to heal the sick, provide food for the hungry, clothes and shelter for those that don’t have as we do. Amen & Amen

Don’t break this, please! Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.

There is no cost but a lot of rewards.
May you always walk with Angels
God Bless!

My prayer for you today:

The eyes beholding this message shall not behold evil, the hands that will send this message to others shall not labor in vain, the mouth saying Amen to this prayer shall laugh forever. Remain in God’s love as you send this prayer to everybody on your list. Have a lovely journey of life! Trust in the Lord with all your heart and He will never fail you because He is Awesome!

TAKE 60 SECONDS and send this on quickly and within hours, you will have caused a multitude of people to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and watch the power of God work in your life for doing the thing that you know He loves. Remain Blessed!!!


Posted by on December 20, 2013 in Grandpa Stories, Observations, Ramblings


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A Case of Mistaken Identity…. A Grandpa Tale

A picture of Santa?

A picture of Santa?

Imagine if you will the man pictured to the left having much longer white hair, and a much thicker white beard.  Just think about that a moment.  I realize of course that this is August, but if it were early to mid-December? Heck for that matter it could be July. Imagine him being quite, and I do mean quite, heavy.  Imagine his cheeks are almost a bright red.  Yes, I think you’re finally getting the picture.  Personally I don’t see the resemblance, but I have been mistaken for Saint Nick, the Jolly One and of course Santa at least a half-dozen times since I hit the age of 45.  I was asked during the cruise if I were Santa, which brought back to mind some of the other occasions where little ones had a case of mistaken identity.  Years ago (before Florida), I kept my hair significantly longer than today, also my beard was a lot longer and thicker than today, and when asked to describe myself I admit to being a short fat white guy, with white hair and a white beard.  Fifteen years ago I was a lot heavier, and being jolly by nature I completely understood at Christmas time might be confused.  I never burst their bubble, sometimes with the encouragement of a parent I even played on their confusion.  Giving them a confirmation with a smile or wink, sometimes I even exchanged words with the little one beyond answering their question.  I would like to relate a few of those incidents of cases of mistaken identity.

The 1st time I was clearly mistakenly identified as Santa was on December 24, 1991.  I was working at the GSA building in downtown Washington DC.  It was shortly after noon, my office was on the 7th floor, and I had to come to the 1st floor to meet with my bosses boss briefly before sending everyone home for the holidays.  I was dressed for the season, I had on a white shirt with a brightly colored Christmas tie, my red Santa suspenders and a lapel pin that light up and had Santa going down a chimney. I was in my Christmas garb to the maximum.  I had the elevator to myself for 1 floor and then it stopped on the 6th floor and a Mom and her 5 or 6 year-old son got on. I immediately smiled and wished them a “Merry Christmas” and the young man looked up to me and his eyes got as big as saucers.  He tugged at his mom’s arm and looked her.  You could see the question in his eyes as he looked at his mom.  The Mom and I exchanged smiles and knowing looks, but no words.  Over the next couple of minutes I asked the young man if he had been a good boy and had he listened to his mom over the last year.  He continued to tug at his mom’s arm saying to her, tell him mom, tell him mom.  At which point, she again turned to me and smiled, letting her son see she was smiling, you could see the relief on his face.  The elevator quickly got to the 2nd floor (their stop), and as they started off the elevator, the young man looked up to me and asked “Are you Santa?”  While I didn’t confirm or deny that I was or wasn’t Santa, I did smile broadly and wink at him.  He smiled back and as the doors to the elevator closed he turned and told his Mother, “Mom, that’s Santa!!”

A couple years later, again during the Christmas season I was out and about on a Saturday afternoon.  I was dressed in blue slacks a red shirt and I had on my Santa suspenders.  My hair was at its longest and my beard really needed to be trimmed.  I had completed all the chores I had, and was at the supermarket picking up a few odds and ends for Steph.  I was in the baking aisle, picking out food colorings, and Christmas sprinkles, Steph as making some cookies and she needed this to decorate them.  It also happened that Giant (the supermarket of choice at the time in Northern Virginia) was running a special on wrapping paper, so I had some of that in the cart already.   I noticed coming towards me were a mother and her son, he pointed at me and asked his mom a question, I heard neither question or answer, but I saw the exchange.  Because he had pointed in my direction, and because he asked his mom a question, I was prepared when they came abreast of me and he asked me if I were Santa, I looked to the mom for direction and she shrugged her shoulders so I just knotted my head, he went on to asked what I was doing at the grocery store, to which I explained that Mrs. Claus asked me to pick a few items for her. He then asked why do I need wrapping paper to which I said so we can wrap the gifts for the elves.  And I went on to tell him I was getting frosting and sprinkles for the cookies Mrs. Claus was making for our Christmas Party.  Having satisfied his burning need to know what I was doing in a grocery store, when went on tell remind me what he wanted for Christmas, said good bye and followed his mom into the next aisle.  I did the best I could to avoid that young man the rest of the time I was doing my shopping.

The final story I want to share with you regarding a case of mistaken identity happened in April 2001.  At the time of this incident I was on my annual golf vacation.  Myself and 7 of my best friends got together each year, rented a condo, and played golf for 7 days.  Over the years we had vacationed in Florence SC, Myrtle Beach SC, Edsito Island SC, Maggie Valley NC, and the Orlando FL area.  The group started as 4 and quickly grew to 8, at the time we ranged from 35 to 70 and many points in between.   We had completed our round for the day, returned to the condo got cleaned up, and headed out to dinner.  We were in the Kissimmee area and decided on an upscale Steak House off of SR192.  I sat at the head of the table because I was left-handed in a right-handed world.  We were enjoying our 2nd drink and the conversation focused purely on golf.  How we played that day compared to the day before, and wondering about the course the next day.  At times over the years this group could get loud, but we were civilized.  A family of three had the table right next to us.  No more than 5 feet away, it was a mom, dad, and a very cute little girl, maybe 7 or 8 years old. As in the past I noticed the exchange between the Mom and daughter regarding my identity.  Their conversation continued and I noticed the Mom looking at me, I just knotted at her, and she told her daughter she thought I might be Santa, but she the little girl had to ask.  I had looked away before the little girl saw me watching the exchange, but listening I knew she was making her way towards me.  I felt a tap on my arm, I turned and smiled at this little lady, and as bold as you please she said “Are you Santa?” I replied “Yes I am.”  She immediately jumped onto my lap, put her arm around my neck and pulled me close and said “Thank you Santa for last Christmas, I got everything on my list.”  I said something to the effect that she had been a very good girl that year, and that I hope she was continuing that good behavior, to which she responded that she was.  She then looked at the guys (who had been paying close attention to the our conversation) and asked me who they were.  To which I responded “They are my elves.”  To which she said that one is kinda big, to which I said he handles the big stuff, which met her approval.  She then turned her attention back to me completely and began talking about all the things she wanted the coming Christmas. I gently told her it was too early in the year to begin accepting orders for the coming Christmas, and that she should sit down with her Mom or Dad later in the year and put together a list and letter.  She smiled and said okay, to which I reminded her that she needed to be a good girl all year, and she insisted she would.  She then slide off my lap, and started to walk back to her mom when she turned to me and in a very serious tone asked “Why are you in Orlando?” I smiled back at her and said, because we are on vacation.  To the group she said “I hope you guys have a great vacation” the guys lifted their glasses to her and said “thanks” in group.  And that ended that encounter.   The Mom and Dad did smile and acknowledge what transpired and the dad mouthed “thank you” to us.

The reason I am sharing this post now instead of waiting for the Christmas season, is because during the cruise, I was sitting alone reading and looking out the window as my family was visiting the turtles, and this young man broke away from his dad and came right over to me and asked if I were Santa.  It was July, we are in the Gulf of Mexico, on a Disney Ship, having the Disney time of our lives, and this one little man asked if I were Santa, I knotted a conformation and that’s all it took he went back to his dad and said something like I didn’t expect to meet Santa on the cruise.  But he warmed my heart.  See this was the 1st time I had been asked if I were Santa since I started using oxygen 24/7.  I hadn’t realized how important those cases of mistaken identities had been to me.

As always your thoughts and comments are encouraged and welcomed.  Take care, have a great day.  — Bill



Posted by on August 7, 2013 in Grandpa Stories, Humor, Ramblings


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Snap Shots Christmas 1999 in London England — Part 3

I recently sent out a post with pictures and narrative from the Christmas 1999 in London, and boy what a PIA that was considered how technically challenged I am. It the better part of 3 serious sessions, and I spent by far the most time on that post than any other post I have published to date. I didn’t have any idea how difficult it was going to be to send 16 pictures, and 437 words, heck I have written paragraphs longer than that. Anyway, enough whining. I do want to thank you very much for enjoying my posts.

When I completed part 2 I promised to get to the “fart” story in part 3. I don’t want to keep you in suspense any longer. As described in part 1, each day of our trip was completed with the ritual Triple Yahtzee game, with the TV on in the background. The Brits are so much smarter than us. Their “normal” game shows make US game shows look like kindergarten pre-tests. But having said that, there was a show that played every night we were in London. It wasn’t really a game, it was a single voice saying words, and on the screen you would see how that word was spelled, it also provided synonyms for the given word. It wasn’t used in a sentence, just spoken and the correct spelling shown. You are wondering, okay Bill, get to the point.

As background noise during our evening Yahtzee we would have this blue screen show on. The evening of December 23, 1999 at some point during our Yahtzee game we heard the word fart, that stopped the game immediately, and we almost started giggling, then we heard flatulence, then bombast, then turgidity, then gassiness, then breakwind. At this point the game came to a screeching halt, and we all turn to the TV, but by then the show had moved on to another word which did not measure up to FART. Once we dried our eyes and got our poop back together we continued the game. Butt the story doesn’t end there. Every night (except Christmas) that we watched the show a fart word was spoken along with more of it’s’ synonyms. During the course of the 10 days we were in London we watch this show 7 times. Besides those listed above the following is a partial list of words we heard in regards to FART; butt bomb, fire in the hole, pomposity, verbosity, 1 man salute, poop fumes, rectal turbulence, butt burps, acid rainmaker, air bagel, gas, flame throwers, morning thunder, grandiloquence, and finally rectum roar. This is just a partial list, and each night at some point it would start with Fart, and then 6 or 7 different synonyms. They never seem to run out, and with the exception of Fart and Flatulence there were no repeats. It got to the point we were paying more attention to the show than we ever expected. And each night it never failed to break us up. And Lord forgive if you brokewind at any point during the day. Let me also be clear, I was not the only person in the family enjoying this. I wasn’t the only one snickering, or having tears in my eyes. See it doesn’t take a lot to entertain us LOL LOL LOL. That folks is the fart story.

Folks, you need to understand I am possible the most directionally challenged person you would ever know, don’t ask me how to get anyplace, because while I can give you pin point directions, I couldn’t name a street or building or any other landmark along the way, thus making it almost impossible for you to get to your desired location. But I can read, and I can read a map very well. But my daughter came thru like a shining light during the trip to London. Right away she figured out the TUBE (London’s subway), she knew what stations we had to get off on to go to yet another station to continue our journey. It was amazing. At one point Allison said something along the lines of “give me a tube map, a piece of bubble gum, a paper clip, and some lipstick and I can get us anywhere”. And she was right, she became the official navigator for the Hamilton Clan, Steph rightfully was dubbed her – Allison “MacGyver” Hamilton. And for 4 days lead us all over London, seeing all the sights, without getting us lost, or turned around, or mad, or frustrated. She would give concise instructions that we needed to get off at a given station, how we needed to exit that station, and where the next station was located for our journey, using the least possible steps, saving our energy for the actual visiting of the tourist attraction. Half the time she didn’t even need the lipstick or bubble gum to make her travel magic.

Here is just a partial list of the places we visited (over a 7 day period), in no particular order, having Allison “MacGyver” lead the way: Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul’s Cathedral (where we when to service on Christmas Eve), Windsor Castle, Buckingham Palace, Tower Bridge, Royal Albert Hall, the House of Parliament, Kensington Palace, Hyde Park, Big Ben, Piccadilly Circus and Trafalgar Square. Allison’s skills were so good, that throughout our visit cabs were only called into play a couple of times, and that was because collectively we were exhausted. I would say that most likely Allison saved the family a couple hundred dollars in cab fares during our London visit. Allison was also pretty good at finding “Pubs” to have lunch. And yes she did sample more than one British Ale.

Above I said we went to St Paul’s Cathedral for Christmas Eve service. The building was originally construction in the early 1600’s but destroyed by the great fire and rebuilt in 1710. We had a wonderful experience as a family.

On December 27, 1999 things began to open up again, so we did a lot of window shopping. And we actually did some real shopping at Harrods’s in London. Our hotel was only 2 blocks from the main shopping district of downtown London, and for 5 days we had walked past these stores more than once, but they had been closed in celebration of the Christmas Holiday. How they were open for business, and yes they were doing BUSINESS! LOL Each of us got a small gift for ourselves there. But we also visited Selfridges and Marks and Spencer, these are also HIGH end department stores. But being honest it wasn’t any different visiting these stores as it is going to a high-end department store here. But we went so we could brag about it. I got a hat from St. Andrews, which to this day hangs on a golf tee in my office. Steph got a throw blanket that is folded neatly in our den, it is never used because it is way too warm for even the chilliest of days here in Florida. And being honest I don’t remember what Allison got, or if she still has it.

So folks that sums up Christmas 1999, as always your thoughts and comments are welcome. I truly thank you for indulging me as I ramble thru my past. Please take care and have a wonderful day. — Bill


Posted by on June 28, 2013 in Grandpa Stories, Humor, Observations, Ramblings


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Snap Shots Christmas in London 1999 …. Pictures

The Hamilton's standing in the lobby of our hotel in London.

The Hamilton’s standing in the lobby of our hotel in London.

Allison said, Give me a tube map, a piece of bubble gum, a paper clip, and I can get us anywhere in London.

This is Allison ” MacGyver” Hamilton — Allison said, Give me a tube map, a piece of bubble gum, a paper clip, and I can get us anywhere in London.

Titled "Bill and the Beatles"  I should have had a guitar, I play a great air guitar.

Titled “Bill and the Beatles”
I should have had a guitar, I play a great air guitar.

Titled Steph and Sean - At Madam's Tussaud's  Steph really enjoyed this picture opportunity like the rest of us Steph is a big James Bond fan.

Titled Steph and Sean – At Madam’s Tussaud’s
Steph really enjoyed this picture opportunity like the rest of us Steph is a big James Bond fan.

Allison at the Roman Bath, in Bath.  The following year she would return to study (so I am told) Jane Austen.,

Allison at the Roman Bath, in Bath. The following year she would return to study (so I am told) Jane Austen.,

Titled Roman Bath in Bath England  It's amazing when you consider that the Baths were totally buried until the 1800's when they were uncovered because the surrounding houses were always flooding.

Titled Roman Bath in Bath England
It’s amazing when you consider that the Baths were totally buried until the 1800’s when they were uncovered because the surrounding houses were always flooding.

Titled "The Old Bell Inn"  This is one of the stops between Bath and Stonehenge.

Titled “The Old Bell Inn”
This is one of the stops between Bath and Stonehenge.

Titled the "George Inn"  In Part 2 I misspoke, I stated we had lunch at the "OId Bell Inn." I was mistaken, we had lunch here at the "George Inn,"  doesn't change the fact I banged my head and the food sucked! LOL LOL.  This place was est in 1361 and has been in operation since.

Titled the “George Inn”
In Part 2 I misspoke, I stated we had lunch at the “OId Bell Inn.” I was mistaken, we had lunch here at the “George Inn,” doesn’t change the fact I banged my head and the food sucked! LOL LOL. This place was est in 1361 and has been in operation since.

"Big Ben and the Parliament Building"

“Big Ben and the Parliament Building”

"Westminster Abbey" What a center piece of history.  We couldn't take pictures inside, so we bought a tourist book.  But standing before it was inspiring.

“Westminster Abbey”
What a center piece of history. We couldn’t take pictures inside, so we bought a tourist book. But standing before it was inspiring.

"London Tower" It wasn't much of a tower, no more than 3 or 4 stories above ground and some dungeons below, we found all manner of places one could be "locked" up and forgotten.

“London Tower”
It wasn’t much of a tower, no more than 3 or 4 stories above ground and some dungeons below, we found all manner of places one could be “locked” up and forgotten.

"A Handful of Stonehenge"  Smiling it was a neat model of Stonehenge, which I could have bought for a song, but I can't sing.

“A Handful of Stonehenge”
Smiling it was a neat model of Stonehenge, which I could have bought for a song, but I can’t sing.

"View of Stonehenge" This was taken in a driving (almost) rain, Stonehenge unique and I got strange vibes while visiting.

“View of Stonehenge” This was taken in a driving (almost) rain, Stonehenge unique and I got strange vibes while visiting.

"Buckingham Palace" They  actually  rack the gravel pathways on a daily basis in front of the Palace.

“Buckingham Palace”
They actually rack the gravel pathways on a daily basis in front of the Palace.

"Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace"  The Bag Pipers' this was spectator to watch, all the pomp and circumstance, it was one of the coolest things I have ever seen.

“Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace”
The Bag Pipers’ this was spectator to watch, all the pomp and circumstance, it was one of the coolest things I have ever seen.

We got to Buckingham Palace hours before the changing of the guard, and walked around the Palace.

We got to Buckingham Palace hours before the changing of the guard, and walked around the Palace.


Posted by on June 26, 2013 in Grandpa Stories, Humor, Pictures, Ramblings


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First Christmas’s ……

A friend and fellow blogger recently posted a story about her 1st Christmas with her husband and his two children.  It was a touching story filled with roaches, and mac and cheese and hotdogs, clearly not combined, but each having an important place in her story.  And while I make fun of it, it was a very touching and moving story.  So hopefully she doesn’t shoot me.

When I read it, it immediately brought to mind how my wife and I shared our 1st Christmas together. As my friend’s story impacted me, maybe this will impact you and stir up some good memories.

It was Christmas 1977, my wife and I had been living together for several months, and we were poor, really poor.  I was still in the Navy (E5), stationed in Norfolk VA, and my wife (while attending classes) had some type of part-time job, and together our incomes almost equaled zero.

We were living in a little 1 bedroom apartment, furnished with things from both of our prior marriages.  She clearly brought the better stuff into our relationship. But it was all functional, and we called it home.  We lived paycheck to paycheck, the last couple of days of each pay period the funds were always saved for fuel, so we could get back and forth to our jobs and her classes.  My wife was great at budgeting and managing what little money we had.  As Christmas approached we knew money would be tight, we agreed to forgo presents for the most part (1 each), and we knew we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree or a big Christmas dinner.  Love was on our side, and it wasn’t difficult to make these decisions.  A couple of days before Christmas, I got to stand an additional watch, so we had a few extra dollars, with those extra funds we splurged and bought a single string of Christmas lights.  When we got them home we didn’t know where to place the lights.  We looked around the living room for the best place and finally decided that the sofa table would look good dressed out.  There were decorative pieces at each of the 4 corners of the sofa table that allowed us to string the lights thru table.  This made for a giant splash of light in our living room.  Steph made the sofa table look great with the lights, fake garland, and some hand me down Christmas decorations.  We placed our gifts on that table for Christmas morning.  We also hung our stockings from those decorative pieces on the table.  It was quite festive all things considered.

As I said earlier, being as poor as we were, we didn’t have the money to spend for a fancy Christmas meal with all the trapping, and it being the end of the pay period, we had even less.  At this point we were eating anything left in the cabinets.  It could have ended up being a Mac and Cheese Christmas.  Then the light bulb in my head flashed on, we could eat onboard the ship. On Christmas Eve I found out I could bring my wife onboard for Christmas dinner and all I would have to pay is the comrats rate for that meal.  Which in this case, the Christmas meal would cost 62 cents, yes a whole big whooping 62 cents.  The problem was that this particular Christmas was right at the end of a pay period, and we didn’t have 62 cents.  I know that sounds ridicules but we were poor and it was almost 40 years ago.  On Christmas morning, we opened our gifts, had breakfast, watched TV and tried to figure out where we would get the 62 cents.  The fact is we were only a few cents short.  We went on a scavenger hunt in the apartment, emptying drawers, searching thru pockets, looking under the couch, in the cushions, and on and on, and we finally managed to find enough to cover the cost of the meal. Throughout the search we joked and teased, almost having a giggle fest.  Our first Christmas was one of the very best Christmas’s ever.

The meal was feast, fit for a king, but this isn’t about the food.  Our 1st Christmas was outstanding.  For years afterward we decorated that sofa table, it became part of our family tradition, how we prepared for Christmas. We were never that poor again, sure our first few years together were financially rough, but we could celebrate the Christmas meal in a more traditional way.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE, keep the Spirit alive.

 As always your comments and thoughts are welcome.  Take care, Bill


Posted by on December 10, 2012 in Humor, Ramblings


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