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#1 frither

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Posted 23 December 2011 - 03:25 PM

Gather around, children for it's time for the annual re-telling of the Christmas Eve Story.
Once upon a time, there was a couple named Raymond and Paulyne. In 1944, they had a daughter that they named Raymona but sadly for them, Raymona's mission here on earth was accomplished in a short time. She contracted Polio during that horrific world-wide epidemic and passed in 1950.
In 1951, they had a son that they named Dan and with that little bundle of renewed hope, began planning on having more children. When Dan was 6 months old, a particular medical problem that had plagued Paulyne since puberty began to worsen and with it came unwelcome news from her doctor. The doctor regretfully informed them that the only cure he could offer Paulyne was to perform a hysterectomy, which of course, would prevent her from ever having any more children. Raymond and Paulyne, being very spiritual people, prayed and meditated about this and both felt very strongly that Paulyne should not have the surgery and that indeed, she would again conceive.
As time went on, the medical problem worsened, Paulyne did not conceive and in 1953, she had to have emergency surgery to remove her left ovary and fallopian tube. Again, the doctor urged them to agree to a total hysterectomy, still insisting that given Paulyne's medical condition, "there was absolutely no way she would ever conceive again" and added that next time, she might bleed to death or develop gangrene. Again, Raymond and Paulyne prayed and meditated about it and still were given the same answer.
During all this, they had looked to adoption as a possible solution and had been actively pursuing that avenue. Raymond and Paulyne were professionally employed, successful people, well-respected and beloved leaders of the community, very active in their church.....in short, the kind of people who were ideal candidates for adoption but strangely, attempt after attempt were met with obstacle after obstacle.......almost as if some cosmic force was telling them loudly and clearly that this was not going to happen.
Fast forward to Christmas Eve 1955. It was tradition for both sides of the family to gather at Paulyne's parent's farm for a huge Christmas celebration. As the story goes, Paulyne, her mother and her sister had gone to town for some last minute supplies and just about dark, were hurrying back to the farm. As they were going along, Paulyne was telling her mother and sister that she and Raymond had finally decided that they would abandon any further attempts at adoption and that after the New Year, Paulyne would finally agree to the surgery. Her mother, who had been looking out the window, watching the scenery, turned to her and told her that she would conceive that night, that the baby would be born September 27th. and that she would be named after Paulyne's paternal grandmother. Almost as an afterthought, she added that it would not be necessary for Paulyne to go through with the surgery because when the baby was 3 months old, Paulyne would go through menapause and would never again be plagued with the on-going medical problem. Now her mother's track record as a 'Frithir' (Gaelic for "seer") was nothing short of astronomical but Paulyne, despite that astronomical track record and her rock-solid belief in miracles, was having a great deal of difficulty in seeing this as anything but a beautiful fairy tale.
By the way...have I ever mentioned that I was born September 27, 1956, I am a she of the species and I was named after my paternal great-grandmother? Little side-note here: I was 3 months old when my mother began what the doctors like to refer to as "premature ovarian failure". In other words, she went through menapause and as a result, never again experienced the on-going medical problem.
I have Mum's old records that document the medical facts and Aunt Joyce is still around and is more than willing to vouch for it all.
Merry Christmas!

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Posted 23 December 2011 - 09:57 PM

classic. Thank you Frither :wave:

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Posted 24 December 2011 - 02:34 AM

frither, I peeked in tonight, especially to read your Christmas Eve story once again. Thank you! So glad you're here.
Happy Holy-day!
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Posted 24 December 2011 - 10:31 AM

Love this story - sorry for your parents to have had so much to deal with, but you were the miracle that made everything worth it! A very Merry Christmas to you and MH!!!

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Posted 24 December 2011 - 05:17 PM

I was blessed to be born to and raised by a couple of incredible people :wave: It's weird...I always thought if ANYONE would have come back to visit, it would have been Mum but nope, not once in 18 years ^shrug^ go figure. Da, on the other hand, periodically comes around and I fully expect to have him come 'round sometime tonight. He was the world's biggest kid when it came to Christmas and Christmas Eve was always the big day in my family. I'm really hoping he'll pop in!

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Posted 28 December 2011 - 07:24 PM

Great story! thanks for posting it!
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