C: Postscript to Post on Gertie


My mother just read and replied concerning my post on 6/27/09 about my grandmother Gertie. She said she recalls the "Christmas of no gifts," and walking home from a friend's house with her older sister. They were speculating on just what they had done to cause Santa to skip their house at Christmas. My mother remembers that the speculation centered on instances of their disobedience of their mother, including skating on the frozen creek!!

More to come...thanks for listening! C

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Linda Lou Rogers Averitt said…
We have so much to be thankful for and sometimes do not even realize it:) My mother was in an orphanage her mother had died, there were four of them, her daddy got her a baby doll and when he left they had to take it away because all the children did not have gifts. Both sad and tells us to be thankful for what we have, it is so much more then my parents ever thought of growing up, the most important in my mother's life and my life is she knew she was loved by her daddy ad I have always known no mater what I did that my mother loves me to this day we never talk with out her saying it and as of now she still knows my name and will always say I love you Linda when we hang up the phone or I leave from seeing her:)) Mothers are so special and so are we as mothers:)
July 3, 2009 at 8:28 AM
Vee said…
It makes me feel sad that your mother and her siblings suffered thinking about what they had done wrong. Yet, their mother was protecting them, too, from knowing the harshness of life. Your poor grandmother. I hope that the Lord has been faithful to repay what was taken from them. And you'd better start planning a splendid Christmas gift for your mom right now! :D
July 3, 2009 at 9:36 AM
Anonymous said…
Thanks for sharing some more of your story. That is what makes us each who we are. Blessings
QMM
July 3, 2009 at 9:34 PM
Jeannelle said…
Isn't that something! A Christmas with no gifts. And, how touching to imagine children earnestly discussing the reasons for such. Good postscript to the previous posting.
July 3, 2009 at 10:12 PM
Vickie said…
How touching your story is for your mom and her family. It makes me all the more thankful for the way I grew up with both loving parents and only good memories. My maternal grandmother had a hard time growing up, different circumstances. My FIL's dad ran off when he was little, and it only served to make him into the best father that he could be. He tells of Christmases without gifts and a little scrubby tree with only pencils for ornaments. My, we have SO much to be thankful for! Thanks for sharing this.
July 10, 2009 at 10:30 AM
Anonymous said…
PS I have a presentation for both of you on my 7/11/09 blog. I have enjoyed sharing your stories. Pop over and get it when you can. Blessings
QMM
July 10, 2009 at 7:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Stories like this break my heart.

When I was the Christmas chairman for the Salvation Army years ago, I told the story about my mother's impoverished childhood, when one especially bleak Christmas there were no toys OR food ... until a Salvation Army rep came to the door on Christmas Eve with a food box and a few toys for the kids. Hard for anyone to imagine who has never gone hungry or lacked toys. This story is one of the reasons that I am a big fan of the Salvation Army!
July 15, 2009 at 11:41 AM
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