I Will Always Remember The 21ST Of December 1975.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning in the country. Crisp and chilly but not too cold. Dad had the fires going throughout the house so it was warm when Donna and I got up to go to church. I was 17 years old and I was teaching the nursery class in Sunday School. Donna was 5 years younger than me. She loved Sunday School. I don’t remember why my parents didn’t go that Sunday and if they didn’t go my brother (16) certainly wasn’t going to go.
I do remember that we had our Christmas Program that night at 7 PM. I was the narrator. Mom had made me a beautiful long dress to wear. I had already been given that gift and a brand new pair of shoes the night before.
We all had spent a wonderful evening the night before…
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