A Christmas Remembered

Time to go shopping with mom. Just for a little while, just a day or two before Christmas. At night. That was strange. We didn't usually go shopping at night.

Coming home, as we drove into the driveway of our home, where all the lights were out, we could see a strange glow through the front room window.

Could it be?

My brother and I didn't dare expect or hope...

We dashed into our front room.

Dad was sitting there nonchalantly in his reading chair. He was sitting there as if this happened every night.

He was sitting there watching.....

Was it real? Could it be so? Did we really have one of those new-fangled inventions?

Yes, Virginia, it was for real. My dad was sitting there watching our very first television set.

The perfect Christmas gift of the fifties.

Here's to the KINDLE!

Hey, thanks kids, for the best gift ever. Who wouldn't love a Kindle? Only a Grinch...that's who. Bleak House by Charles Dickens...it does indeed, sound bleak, but so far it's only profound. I found a quote that sort of electrified me because you see, it was saying what our church leaders say: Dickens said - in essence - and in talking about a female character who attended to nonsense matters while her children ran around hungry and in disarray - that no success can compensate for failure in the home. This book was written in 1852, so I thought Dickens was pretty astute. I bookmarked the quote in my Kindle.

I was reading 2 books simultaneously and it was easy to keep track of where I was in each book. Everyone should own one!

What great kids Allen and I have...very, very thoughtful. Thanks again, dear ones.