By Lula Anderson
What a rainstorm we had! Very thankful it wasn’t on Christmas Eve/Day as in 2020. The flooding in Ashland and Jewett was minimal, although the creeks are full to overflowing. Haven’t heard how Prattsville made out. At 8 AM it was already at flood stage. My cellar flooded, Judy kept hers dry as she learned how to use sump pumps. We had a very brief scare as the lights blinked out for about 2 seconds. I finally got a lighte3r and matches to be kept strictly by my range so I can make hot tea. Sadly the snow is gone, only a slight dusting last night which is now gone. At least we got snow pictures with our outdoor decorations!
WAJPL luncheon was well attended, and the food, catered by Chicken Run was delicious as usual. Thanks for the birthday cake and more greetings. Thanks to all who made it a success.
Congratulations and anniversary blessings to Ken and Marie Smith who will be celebrating 70 years together on December 26th.
Opal sends wishes and blessings and will be home soon. Her recovery is going very smoothly.
We hope to see more of you in church for Christmas Eve services. Ashland will be holding theirs at 7PM. Let’s get together to welcome the light back into the world. Katterskill UMC will celebrate at 10 AM, and Windham Hensonville at 9 PM.
Dinner Church for January will be on the 19th in Lexington at 5:30 pm.
Prayers for all having health problems at this time of celebration. Jack and Kathy Jordan need extra prayers after Jack’s surgery.
AS I REMEMBER IT
A few weeks ago I was asked to do the message at the Ashland Church. It was the first week of Advent, and I couldn’t think of what to say that hasn’t been said before. Then I thought of when the angel came to Mary and said “Don’t be Afraid”. Don’t be afraid?? An apparition appears before me and I’m not supposed to be afraid? Yeah, right! So, I gave my message on being afraid, and trust.
When I was young and going to WAJ, we had no after school transportation. If you stayed after for an activity, or missed the bus, you walked home or someone had to pick you up. My parents couldn’t take the time to drive us home, so we walked. As the days got shorter, and darkness came earlier, it became more and more difficult to walk home. The last street light was just before Hickory Hill (the road, not the market), by the Brockett House. I remember walking home with my sister, in the dark, holding hands and singing all the way to scare off whatever was lurking. We got to the old creamery which is the building across the street from the now Chicken Run. Suddenly, a man came out from behind the creamery and we thought the devil was after us. We began to run, as quickly as we could, all the way to the farm which is now Tuttle’s. We ran screaming, singing and holding on to each other for dear life! Afraid? You Bet!
If the Angel comes to my door now, I will know it is because my time is up. Not now, I say, I have to finish writing for the paper. Wait until the New Year, at least. I’m way too busy now. I have to wish all of my readers a very Merry Christmas and the sincerest of Holiday Greetings from both me and Judy. And may we never be too grown up to search the sky on Christmas Eve. Lula
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