The Ghost of Christmas Past
My husband and I were talking about some of the Christmases we’ve had in the past the other day. We began discussing some of our trips home to see my mom and family in Biloxi. Memories that can never be taken away from me. My mom would open her house on Christmas Eve to family and friends then we would go to the midnight service at church together. It was a wonderful reminder of the love God shared with us when Jesus was born. As I decorate my Christmas tree each year, I have a walk down memory lane of Christmases past (I don’t need the ghost from Scrooge to visit me). The memories are there with every ornament I put on my tree each year. I have ones from when I was a child. I have ones my son made for me or my mom or mother-in-law. When I taught...
Strawberry Suprise
Recently with our past president, Ronald Reagan, dying after suffering for years with Alzheimer’s, memories surfaced concerning my mother who dealt with the same disease for ten years before she died. I started thinking about those last years with her and decided right away not to do that to myself. Instead, I began reliving the good times we had as mother and daughter. There were many. My mother was a nurse and a very devout Christian who gave of herself to many in her professional life as well as her personal. At Christmas we used to have a steady stream of visitors to our house and she often had an open house on Christmas Eve before we would go to midnight services at the church. My mother loved to cook and was very good at it with many recipes handed down...