What you cherish from childhood
Posted 19 November 2004 - 07:21 AM
The tradition involves the "Christmas Eve story". Bear with me because this probably won't make sense until you hear the story behind it. I'm the 3rd. of 3 children. Our elder sister contracted polio and died in 1949 during the global epidemic. My brother was born in 1951 and when he was about 8 months old, Mum was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian disorder and as a result, had to have her right ovary removed. They wanted to perform a radical hysterectomy with bilateral oompharectomy (translated into take the whole system out) but she refused, stating that she was told in a dream to not let them. She was a force to be reckoned with on any given day so they reluctantly agreed to her terms.
Time rocked on...........flash forward to Christmas Eve 1955. Mum and Da had been trying during this time to adopt a child but each time, something happened and the deal fell through. Christmas Eve was the big celebration in my family and traditionally, both sides of the family gathered at Grandda and Grandmum McKinney's farm for the festivities. Grandmum McKinney and Mum had made a run into town for some last minute supplies and were driving home just about dark. Mum and Grandmum were talking about Da and Mum's decision to try just one last time to adopt then giving it up as a lost cause when Grandmum turned to Mum and told her that Mum would conceive that night, the baby would be born September 27, 1956, she would be female and would be named Sarah Jane after great grandmum McKinney. Okkkk.......Mum was 36 years old, had only 1 functioning ovary, etc. etc. etc. What were the odds of her conceiving?!?! Uhmmmm.......my birthday is September 27, 1956, I am a she of the species and my given name is Sarah.........Sarah Jane as a matter of fact
Every Christmas Eve since earliest memory, after the story of the birth of Jesus is read from the Bible, the Christmas Eve story is recounted. Even though my family is all gone on now, Porchdog and I carry on the tradition. Any time I start to wonder why I'm here on earth, I remember the Christmas Eve story and am reminded that I MUST have SOME purpose!
Posted 19 November 2004 - 06:10 PM
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Posted 19 November 2004 - 07:20 PM
Posted 19 November 2004 - 07:59 PM
Frither~ that has got to be the sweetest story ever! You definitely have something to tell the grandkids when you have them over!!!
Posted 20 November 2004 - 12:20 PM
little_bunny_bum_knee, on Nov 19 2004, 07:59 PM, said:
Posted 20 November 2004 - 01:35 PM
Posted 20 November 2004 - 07:20 PM
little_bunny_bum_knee, on Nov 20 2004, 01:35 PM, said:
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