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SilverBells,SilverBells,itsChristmastimeinthecity"

wouldringthroughoutthehouse.OneofDad'

sfavoritehymnswas"

TheOld

RuggedCross"

.Welearnedthewordstothehymnwhenwewereveryyoung,andwouldsingitwithDadwhenhewouldplayandsing.AnothersongthatwasoftensharedinourhousewasasongthataccompaniedtheWaltDisneyseries:

DaveyCrockett.Dadonlyhadtohearthesongtwicebeforehelearneditwellenoughtoplayit."

Davey,DaveyCrockett,KingoftheWildFrontier"

wasafavoritesongforthefamily.Heknewweenjoyedthesongandtheprogramandwouldoftengetoutthemandolinaftertheprogramwasover.Icouldnevergetoverhowhecouldplaythesongssowellafteronlyhearingthemafewtimes.Ilovedtosing,butIneverlearnedhowtoplaythemandolin.ThisissomethingIregrettothisday.

Dadlovedtoplaythemandolinforhisfamilyheknewweenjoyedsinging,andhearinghimplay.Hewaslikethat.Ifhecouldgivepleasuretoothers,hewould,especiallyhisfamily.Hewasalwaysthere,sacrificinghistimeandeffortstoseethathisfamilyhadenoughintheirlife.IhadtomatureintoamanandhavechildrenofmyownbeforeIrealizedhowmuchhehadsacrificed.

Nobodyplayedthemandolinlikemyfather.Hecouldtouchyoursoulwiththe

tonesthatcameoutofthatoldmandolin.Heseemedtoshinewhenhewasplaying.Youcouldseehisprideinhisabilitytoplaysowellforhisfamily.

WhenDadwasyounger,heworkedforhisfatheronthefarm.Hisfatherwasa

farmerandsharecroppedafarmforthemanwhoownedtheproperty.In1950,ourfamilymovedfromthefarm.Dadhadgainedemploymentatthelocallimestonequarry.WhenthequarryclosedinAugustof1957,hehadtoseekother

employment.HeworkedforOwensYachtCompanyinDundalk,MarylandandforToddSteelinPointofRocks,Maryland.WhileworkingatToddSteel,hewas

involvedinanaccident.Hisjobwastorollangleironontoaconveyorsothattheweldersfartheruptheproductionlinewouldhaveittocompletetheirjob.Onthis

particulardayDadgotthethirdindexfingerofhislefthandmashedbetweentwopiecesofsteel.Thedoctorwhooperatedonthefingercouldnotsaveit,andDadendeduphavingthetipofthefingeramputated.Hedidn'

tloseenoughofthefingerwhereitwouldstophimpickingupanything,butitdidimpacthisabilitytoplaythemandolin.

Aftertheaccident,Dadwasreluctanttoplaythemandolin.Hefeltthathecouldnotplayaswellashehadbeforetheaccident.WhenIcamehomeonleaveandaskedhimtoplayhewouldmakeexcusesforwhyhecouldn'

tplay.Eventually,wewouldwearhimdownandhewouldsay"

Okay,butremember,Ican'

tholddownonthestringsthewayIusedto"

or"

SincetheaccidenttothisfingerIcan'

tplayasgood"

.Forthefamilyitdidn'

tmakeanydifferencethatDadcouldn'

tplayaswell.Wewerejustgladthathewouldplay.Whenheplayedtheoldmandolinitwouldcarryusbacktoacheerful,happiertimeinourlives."

wouldagainbeheardinthelittletownofBakerton,WestVirginia.InAugustof1993myfatherwasdiagnosedwithinoperablelungcancer.Hechosenottoreceivechemotherapytreatmentssothathecouldliveouttherestofhislifeindignity.Aboutaweekbeforehisdeath,weaskedDadifhewouldplaythe

mandolinforus.Hemadeexcusesbutsaid"

okay"

.Heknewitwouldprobablybethelasttimehewouldplayforus.Hetuneduptheoldmandolinandplayedafewnotes.WhenIlookedaround,therewasnotadryeyeinthefamily.WesawbeforeusaquiethumblemanwithaninnerstrengththatcomesfromknowingGod,andlivingwithhiminone'

slife.Dadwouldneverplaythemandolinforusagain.Wefeltatthetimethathewouldn'

thaveenoughstrengthtoplay,andthatmakesthememoryofthatdayevenstronger.Dadwasdoingsomethinghehaddoneallhislife,giving.Assickashewas,hewasstillpleasingothers.DadsurecouldplaythatMandolin!

02_ALoveLetter

Painisconstantcompanionandisn'

tverygoodone.ItrytoreasonwiththisandIendoffeelingmiserable.Icannothelpbutthinkaboutyou.You,whohassomuchtogiveandsharewithme.EvenwhenIwasyoung,youwereconstantfigure.Youweretheretoseemegrowup.Icriedandlaught,Ilearnedandyouweretheretoguideme.Withyourgrayhairandchunkyglasses.Iwouldwatchyouthinkandbluedandyousuddensmilewouldlideupyourfaceasquicklyasitcome.ThatistheverythingIloveaboutyou.Yousmile,IthinkaboutthetimesImissedbeingwithyou.SomanyyearshavepassedsinceIsawyouagain.Andforabreath

momentIimaginedyounotbeinginmylife.Iwannatocry,butIknewyouwerebethere,asyoualwayswere.Thegrayhairhasturnedtowhite.Andwiththatcameawiryframethatwasfragile.Still,theeyeswaseverandmindthatwaswellrunning.Youtaughtmetobestrongandliveformydreams.Ifyouwerewishesforhungerforknowledge.Youtaughtmetolovelearning.Alwaystellingmethatknowledgeisconstantthing.Youweresostrong,sowiseandyourpresensewasalwayscomfort.

Ialwayslovebeingbyyourside.YoualwaysgavemeahugwhenIfelldown.I

neverlovetoocrowdsandyoualwaysseemtounderstandthatnotpressionmetojionintheothersorpretendtohaveagoodtime.Igotlostthebooksyoutaughtmetoread.Thosebookswhichyougavemetolearnmoreabouttheworld.Eversoafterremindofthethingsyoutaughtme.Youalwayslovebooks.Youneversaidmuch,butIalwaysknewthateverytimewesaweachother.YouweregladtoseemeasIalwaysgladtoseeyou.Irememberyouwiththetearyfaceandwastefulsmile.Mypainismoreinsistantandtrytoholdontothehopethatyouwillpullthroughthis.Likethestrongpersonthatyouwere.Iloveyougrandpa.

03_ChristmasMorning

AlightdrizzlewasfallingasmysisterJillandIranoutoftheMethodistChurch,eagertogethomeandplaywiththepresentsthatSantahadleftforusandourbabysister,Sharon.AcrossthestreetfromthechurchwasaPanAmericangasstationwheretheGreyhoundbusstopped.ItwasclosedforChristmas,butInoticeda

familystandingoutsidethelockeddoor,huddledunderthenarrowoverhanginanattempttokeepdry.IwonderedbrieflywhytheyweretherebutthenforgotaboutthemasIracedtokeepupwithJill.

Oncewegothome,therewasbarelytimetoenjoyourpresents.Wehadtogoofftoourgrandparents’houseforourannualChristmasdinner.Aswedrovedownthehighwaythroughtown,Inoticedthatthefamilywasstillthere,standingoutsidetheclosedgasstation.

Myfatherwasdrivingveryslowlydownthehighway.Thecloserwegottotheturnoffformygrandparents’house,theslowerthecarwent.Suddenly,myfatherU-turnedinthemiddleoftheroadandsaid,“Ican’tstandit!

”

“What?

”askedmymother.

“It'

sthosepeoplebackthereatthePanAm,standingintherain.They'

vegotchildren.It'

sChristmas.Ican’tstandit.”

Whenmyfatherpulledintotheservicestation,Isawthattherewerefiveofthem:

theparentsandthreechildren—twogirlsandasmallboy.

Myfatherrolleddownhiswindow.“MerryChristmas,”hesaid.

“Howdy,”themanreplied.Hewasverytallandhadtostoopslightlytopeerintothecar.

Jill,Sharon,andIstaredatthechildren,andtheystaredbackatus.

“Youwaitingonthebus?

”myfatherasked.

Themansaidthattheywere.TheyweregoingtoBirmingham,wherehehadabrotherandprospectsofajob.

“Well,thatbusisn’tgoingtocomealongforseveralhours,andyou’regettingwetstandinghere.Winborn’sjustacouplemilesuptheroad.They’vegotashedwithacoverthere,andsomebenches,”myfathersaid.“Whydon'

ty’allgetinthecarandI’llrunyouupthere.”

Themanthoughtaboutitforamoment,andthenhebeckonedtohisfamily.Theyclimbedintothecar.Theyhadnoluggage,onlytheclothestheywerewearing.

Oncetheysettledin,myfatherlookedbackoverhisshoulderandaskedthe

childrenifSantahadfoundthemyet.Threeglumfacesmutelygavehimhisanswer.“Well,Ididn’tthinkso,”myfathersaid,winkingatmymother,“becausewhenIsawSantathismorning,hetoldmethathewashavingtroublefindingall,andheaskedmeifhecouldleaveyourtoysatmyhouse.We'

lljustgogetthembeforeItakeyoutothebusstop.”

Allatonce,thethreechildren'

sfaceslitup,andtheybegantobouncearoundinthebackseat,laughingandchattering.

Whenwegotoutofthecaratourhouse,thethreechildrenranthroughthefrontdoorandstraighttothetoysthatwerespreadoutunderourChristmastree.OneofthegirlsspiedJill’sdollandimmediatelyhuggedittoherbreast.IrememberthatthelittleboygrabbedSharo