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From Our Hearts to Yours: a Few Stories and a Few Poems Gawjj Gawjj

September 28, 1995 Yesterday, as we were riding along for one of our car days, you asked me to tell you one of those candy stories that you referred to as the cost of food items when I was a child. I was delighted to know that my stories that I had shared with you were appreciated and remembered. So I thought that I would preserve some of those stories and memories just for you. I hope that you will keep the stories for your children and grandchildren. When I was a small child, about seven or eight, I shared my life and days with my sisters, Frances and Faye. I am the oldest. Many days, I was the babysitter. We lived with my mother; my grandmother, Mom Minnie; Aunt Polly; and my father, Daddy Stubb. We all moved about the house as it smelled of Christmas preparation. One of the unspoken traditions in our family was to make the whole house new and pretty. Sometimes we got new furniture, but all the time, we painted and papered the living room and kitchen. Freshly ironed and starched curtains were hung at the kitchen windows, and new drapes were put up in the living room. New, shiny linoleum was laid in the kitchen, and bright, soft carpet adorned the living room floor. The house was being prepared for His coming on Christmas Day.