This is where it all started. I am so glad that I was born in the days of old, in the days gone by. I had a great love for my mother, she was our soul provider for a long time. She worked as hard as any mother in those days. It was unheard of for the mother to be a single parent in those days.
But my dad was a bum like I was as I grew up. He had left for California, hoping to find work. I guess that he never did.
My mother searched for a man to marry and finally found a descent man from Cleveland, Ohio. I hated living in the city. I became a troubled teenager.
We moved out into the suburbs which was a little better. My stepdad was good to my mom, he provided her with a new house, all new furniture (which she immediately enclosed in the latest in plastic not to be opened until company came).
I hated my stepdad because before I had always been the man of the house. Now I was just a teenager running wild in the 1950’s.
But you know why I loved my mum? She had raised me to be obedient to my elders. She had taught me right from wrong. She had taught me to never place anything on the Bible, placing it above. She taught me to always observe the Sabbath as a day of rest. She taught me to never spell out X-Mass, it was the same as taking Christ out of Christmas. And she taught me how Jesus loved even poor folks like us.
Merry Christmas to all!