I thought you all might like my Christmas story.
A favorite memory of mine, which I thought I would share with farm folks. Coming home from Midnight Mass many many years ago, back when it actually meant Midnight, so this was probably 1:30 in the morning. Mom and younger brother scampered into the house, up the back steps and left me last. Pop was already in the house. I walked up the steps, and stopped. I looked North.
Our huge hay barn in the barn yard, was all closed up. The 8 milk cows were safe inside, both horses were inside, I knew they were warm, and safe, and everybody was probably asleep. Overhead sky was a obsidian black, stars brilliant. The North Star was directly over the peak of the barn. The night was as still as could be, and bitter cold. Running thru my head was ".... Silent Night ...." It's been almost 70 years.
A favorite memory of mine, which I thought I would share with farm folks. Coming home from Midnight Mass many many years ago, back when it actually meant Midnight, so this was probably 1:30 in the morning. Mom and younger brother scampered into the house, up the back steps and left me last. Pop was already in the house. I walked up the steps, and stopped. I looked North.
Our huge hay barn in the barn yard, was all closed up. The 8 milk cows were safe inside, both horses were inside, I knew they were warm, and safe, and everybody was probably asleep. Overhead sky was a obsidian black, stars brilliant. The North Star was directly over the peak of the barn. The night was as still as could be, and bitter cold. Running thru my head was ".... Silent Night ...." It's been almost 70 years.