I was 11 and was so excited to go to florida for christmas with the welchs, i was so happy that she loved me so much, at that time i lived at tcm, so it was weird, institutional christmas and all, i will never forget , i got all kinds of stuff for christmas, fishing rods, and tackle and a radio, a record player, gosh all kinds of clothes, well after we all got our presents i didnt think i could be any happier, Mom went to the back of the tree and took one last present out, she brought the package over and dropped it in my lap. I unwrapped it and to my surprise it was a certificate saying that paul and shirley welch were my honorary parents, i cried for a long time and hugged my mom. 37 years later they are my mom and dad, the only real parents i have ever had, what a memory, the best christmas i could have ever had, real parents, god bless, dt
Ahhhhh,
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It was Christmas 1994. My dad was a farmer and we had been wiped out that fall. The soybean harvest had been hit with a blight that resulted in a near zero crop. We were ruined. Mom and dad had gone to Denver looking for work, nothing panned out, and on the way back the stopped in Dallas where my sister lived. It was decided that come January we would move there.
I was 15 and understood where things stood. We had no money at all. Mom decorated a Norfolk Pine she had in a pot for our Christmas tree, and besides that we just had each other. There was not going to be any presents at all that year. Just 5 years earlier we had built a big beautiful house in the country in the only place I really ever knew, and now I was faced with a move to Dallas Texas, a million miles away from home and a world away from everything I knew. Christmas was just to be a time to be thankful we were together.
My moms brother decided that my baby sister and I couldn’t go without on Christmas so he gave mom and dad presents for us. I got a deer skinning knife.
Christmas that year was about family. It was about looking into the unknown and realizing that trusting God was all we had. And the kindness of family.
I guess I learned more that Christmas about what Christmas means than in all my life up to that day.
God has been good to my family. Precious memories are what I have left of a time were we lived in a crucible of poverty and upheaval. Truly God restored what the cankerworm devoured. That Christmas I got maybe my two most prized position, an understanding of what family really means and a deer skinning knife.
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thanks ferd, not only did my dad give me a fishin rod but he taught me to use it, i have a well used hunting knife too, along with the other 50 or so, i collect that stuff, lol merry christmas bro, dt
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A product of a pentecostal raisin, I am a hard man, just ask my children
It was Christmas 1994. My dad was a farmer and we had been wiped out that fall. The soybean harvest had been hit with a blight that resulted in a near zero crop. We were ruined. Mom and dad had gone to Denver looking for work, nothing panned out, and on the way back the stopped in Dallas where my sister lived. It was decided that come January we would move there.
I was 15 and understood where things stood. We had no money at all. Mom decorated a Norfolk Pine she had in a pot for our Christmas tree, and besides that we just had each other. There was not going to be any presents at all that year. Just 5 years earlier we had built a big beautiful house in the country in the only place I really ever knew, and now I was faced with a move to Dallas Texas, a million miles away from home and a world away from everything I knew. Christmas was just to be a time to be thankful we were together.
My moms brother decided that my baby sister and I couldn’t go without on Christmas so he gave mom and dad presents for us. I got a deer skinning knife.
Christmas that year was about family. It was about looking into the unknown and realizing that trusting God was all we had. And the kindness of family.
I guess I learned more that Christmas about what Christmas means than in all my life up to that day.
God has been good to my family. Precious memories are what I have left of a time were we lived in a crucible of poverty and upheaval. Truly God restored what the cankerworm devoured. That Christmas I got maybe my two most prized position, an understanding of what family really means and a deer skinning knife.
Isn't it odd, that in a world where commercialism has taken such a hold on Christmas and if we are not careful we get caught up in the stress of getting someone just the right gift, the best presents and memories have nothing to do with gifts at all! God help us!
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