Wednesday, 22 December 2010 18:28
No one was up, except for my Mom.
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Wednesday, 15 December 2010 16:49
Although there have been many Christmas mornings in my life there are some that are more memorable than others. All of the ones as a small boy are etched in my mind so deep that I can recall them as if they were only yesterday. That’s because the one small gift I opened on Christmas morning was more than likely the only gift I would receive all year.
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Wednesday, 08 December 2010 13:48
Dear Santa, I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Rodney. I haven’t written you in a while because some people might think it’s strange since I’m so much older now. But I remember as a boy, you always came through with everything I ask for even though most times I wasn’t being truthful with you. Every year when I told you I had been a good boy, I told you that I had just so I could get what I wanted for Christmas. Now, I know that was wrong and for that I am sorry. But it wasn’t always my fault. Momma and Daddy had a lot to do with it. Remember, I grew up with four brothers and two sisters and it was near impossible to be good all year. We did many things that my parents told us not to do but every year before I wrote you my letter for Christmas I would ask Momma if I had been good and she always said I had. I knew better but I told you I had been good because Momma said I had. I remember the year when I broke out the window of the loving room with my baseball that I wasn’t supposed to be playing with in the house. Momma and Daddy made me pay for the window out of my own money. But when Christmas came that year, Momma must not have remembered that day because she told me I had been a good boy and I thought that made it so. Another year she forgot about the day Ronnie and I ruined her new car in the summer by spraying water all in the inside when we were trying to help by cleaning it up. She got real mad but after awhile, she forgave us with a hug and a kiss. Momma was always like that. She forgot about the times we didn’t do all our chores around the house. She just did them herself. Never asking us why. She didn’t remember the time I poured bleach in the washer and ruined all of our clothes. Or the many times we forgot to bank the fireplace before bedtime letting the fire die-out. Momma would never complain about anything. She never even remembered all the times we fought like cats and dogs. Not even the time she was so mad at us for fighting she sit and cried in the kitchen floor leaning back against the kitchen stove. Yes, I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was the first time I had seen my Momma cry like that and I never wanted to see her cry again. I think that day she just had more than she could handle. With seven kids under 12 years old I’m sure that would almost drive anyone to tears. But you know what, Momma didn’t even tell Daddy about us fighting that day. She knew he would have given us all a good whipping with his belt and Momma didn’t like to see her babies hurt. I know now Momma didn’t remember a lot we did just to save us from the punishment. Even that year Santa, she still told me I had been a good boy. Daddy never had a real good memory either, Santa. He forgot about all the times we were supposed to hoe-out the garden and we went swimming instead. And he also forgot about the time we sold his pull along trailer for 25¢ to the junk iron man. I remember the whipping but when Christmas came that year he also said we had been good kids all year. He forgot about all of the times we spent playing ball games instead of doing what chores we were told to do. He forgot about all of the things I did that I shouldn’t have. So every year Santa when it was time to write you our letters he also said that we had not been mean just so we could receive our presents from you. As I got older I began to realize that no matter what any of us did, Momma and Daddy quickly forgave us for everything. Now I know that it wasn’t that their memory was bad. It was that their love for us was so much stronger. Another thing I think about now is that even though we always had a Christmas present under our tree, I can’t remember too many times when Momma and Daddy had anything. I’m sure it was because money was really tight with our big family and they probably spent everything they had on us. My parents did without a lot just so they could make us happy. For Christmas this year, I’m not asking for material things, I really don’t need anything. I have a beautiful loving wife, two great kids and a son in law and daughter in law second to none, and two grandkids that are truly blessings from heaven and for me that is enough. So here is my wish. I only want to be more like my parents. If I get this one wish it would surely be the best gift ever.
Last Updated on Wednesday, 08 December 2010 13:52
Wednesday, 01 December 2010 15:57
Most of my older readers will not need any explanation of the word carbide but the younger people will defiantly ask, “Fun with what? Carbide? What in the world is carbide?” Well let me tell you all about carbide.
Last Updated on Wednesday, 01 December 2010 16:18
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