Our family, tonight, was the recipient of a CHRISTmas Miracle. We were watching TV, the story of Mark David Chapman, the man who shot John Lennon, when we received a knock on our door. It was two of my nephews and a great nephew with two HUGE boxes. I asked them what they were doing, they said, "Delivering your CHRISTmas." It was so unexpected, I didn't know what to say. Nobody really knows the extent of how bad things have been for us lately. We have lived off of boxed mac and cheese mixed with tuna or Rice-A-Roni mixed with a small can of chicken. Some nights, we might have pasta, but without the meat. We have had egg sandwiches and grilled cheese sandwiches. I have actually lost about 8 pounds, which I needed to lose, but I do not recommend doing it this way. I hugged my nephews and told them thank you. They told us Merry CHRISTmas and left. It was just that quick. When I opened the boxes, there were wrapped gifts. I did not have one gift under our tree for either of
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mtrib2 said... I wish you and your family a good after Thanksgiving rememberance. I recall the Thanksgivings we had when our big family was together and sometimes it was at my Aunt and Uncle's farm. An old farm house with one room that had sliding doors that seperated it from the house. It was the dining room, or special room as in days of old. The house had a porch running around it and very narrow stairs going upstairs to two small bedrooms only. My cousin Billy was in one room and his parents in the other. There had to be one more room for Sherry when they all lived there when we were children. There was a big old kitchen, and then a parlor, or living room. Other years we had Thanksgiving in Peoria IL or in Joliet IL where my family lived. I shared a very nice dinner this year with my neighbors family. mark/salty
mtrib2 said... I wish you and your family a good after Thanksgiving rememberance. I recall the Thanksgivings we had when our big family was together and sometimes it was at my Aunt and Uncle's farm. An old farm house with one room that had sliding doors that seperated it from the house. It was the dining room, or special room as in days of old. The house had a porch running around it and very narrow stairs going upstairs to two small bedrooms only. My cousin Billy was in one room and his parents in the other. There had to be one more room for Sherry when they all lived there when we were children. There was a big old kitchen, and then a parlor, or living room. Other years we had Thanksgiving in Peoria IL or in Joliet IL where my family lived. I shared a very nice dinner this year with my neighbors family. mark/salty