Musing from the Hill, Dec. 17, 2015
How wonderful it is for those who have happy memories of childhood Christmases of long ago. In spite of the Great Depression of the 1930s, I remember and treasure those bygone days of yore. My mother never complained of our changed circumstances and the ensuing difficulties involved. She made our childhood a happy time to remember. Our grandparents and a childless aunt and uncle also contributed to our happy memories. We value those memories and hopefully have given the same sense of security and love to our families.Tradition lingers long. Standards of conduct set by family traditions determine our pathway through life. Thus our values often affect the towns in which we choose to live and the environment surrounding us. Let us hope happy days are here again and skies above are true blue again. Hold tightly to your family values.
Lighting the city Christmas tree was a success and was well attended; many worked hard to make this possible. Thank you. May I tell you of an unexpected result? I was too tired to see the happy event and I went to bed early. Suddenly I heard, “BANG, BANG” and thought someone was shooting up the town — as has occurred recently in many towns. I thought, “NO! Not in quiet Baldwin!” I rolled out of bed onto the floor. I crawled to the window and peeked out the sash. No Santa to greet me, but "BOOM," another blast. Fireworks exploded before my eyes, my first thought was its Christmas not the Fourth of July.
Is the town mixed up, or am I? We never lit our tree with fireworks. Most of our trouble was with finding the one bulb that was causing the entire string of lights to go out.
Times change, but some things don’t ever change. It is not the home we live in but the company and values we keep. Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!