One From the Archives

This is a story from 2012 that is still relavent for me today. I hope that you are safe at home with your loved one(s) and enjoying a quiet holiday together.

For those of you who have suffered a loss remember, it will get better. Reach out for help with one hand and extend the other to someone else who is hurting and needs comfort.

None of us is as strong as all of us.

Peace, Love, and Chocolate,
Ω

 

Silent Night, Squirmy Night

My parents moved to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida in January of 1955 to find a climate that was more favorable to my asthma than the cold wet winters of Northeastern Ohio where I was born. I have no siblings, so there was just the three of us, in a new house in the Deep South, making visits to our Ohio family in the summer and hosting their visits to us at Christmastime.

As I grew up, the Christmas holiday in Florida held the most vivid memories for me because that was when my mother’s parents and her older sister and husband came to visit, and we all went to the midnight service at the Lutheran church that we attended. I always got to sit between my grandmother and my aunt. The warm feelings of love and acceptance were amplified by the seasonal music in the dim light of the church at a time when I should have been in bed.

My grandmother was a very proper Englishwoman and always wore a fox stole around her shoulders. I recall the beady black glass eyes in the head of the fox and the cool touch of the fur when I rested my head on her shoulder. What I remember most about those midnight services is the sound of my grandmother’s voice singing the Christmas hymns, Silent Night in particular.

That song was always the last one sung and it closed out the service just after one o’clock in the morning every year. Silent Night is more than just a Christmas carol to me, it is the embodiment of my grandmother, because she did not just sing it during the holidays. Year round, throughout my childhood and young adulthood, my grandmother could be heard singing her favorite tune as she went about her day doing laundry, cleaning the house or just relaxing in a chair with our son in her arms.

Silent Night never fails to bring a tear to my eye whenever and wherever I hear it. I cry tears of joy for the memories of my wonderful grandmother and tears of sadness for the times that we will never again enjoy together.

I used to fight the feelings and attempt to stifle the inevitable tears at the sound of this song, but ultimately it was a losing battle every time. Now I just stop and think of the memories that I have of a childhood with a loving grandmother and give thanks for the time we had together. I have learned that the tears are going to come, they do every year, and to fight them is to disrespect the woman who was a major source of comfort and happiness to a child who was seeking that very gift.

If you see an older gentleman this holiday season who is discreetly wiping a tear from his eye while the PA system at the Mall is playing the Barking Dog’s version of Silent Night, it might just be me; and please realize that I am not judging the Muzak, I am just recalling good times with a wonderful woman who helped me early on in this journey of life.

  6 comments for “One From the Archives

  1. December 29, 2017 at 3:06 PM

    Wonderful story, Allan. Grandmothers are simply heavenly. They are people placed on this earth with the purpose of guiding those around them. This story reminded me of my own grandmother and of how much she did for me. She taught me lessons at a young age that I still put in practice today. Lessons of kindness, love, and respect.

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  2. December 24, 2017 at 12:06 PM

    Beautiful. I love this, Allan. You were blessed to have such a comforting presence in your young life. Merry Christmas!

    Like

  3. Sue
    December 24, 2017 at 5:47 AM

    Oh, what a wonderful reminisce, Allan!

    Like

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