My Dad, The Joy of Christmas
My Dad represented the joy of Christmas for me. And even though he’s dead now, he still does. From him I learned the immense joy of the Feast of Christmas. When he left home in 1942 and ‘immigrated’ to...
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When I was a kid I loved when my mother had to take fancy sandwiches to the church for some function or another, mostly funerals. First, days in advance, she had to special order the bread, an LARGE...
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