December 8, 2019
In Cedarfield tradition, the Pastoral Care Team created this compilation of holiday memoirs by team members and residents. We will share one a day through the holidays. Happy Holidays to you and yours!
Nancy Brown, Resident
In the mid-fifties my parents kept my sister and me “in the dark” the two months before Christmas. Daddy’s workshop was suddenly off-limits. My mother would blindfold us before measuring us for a surprise outfit she would create on her sewing machine. One year we received doll beds with highchairs and cowgirl outfits; another time, tables for our shared bedroom and nurse uniforms. Each gift was a delight, but that table I received may have given me a head start in my teaching career.
This table was used as a desk, but its top was a chalkboard that could be easily lifted and secured for “instruction.” My class included my sister, younger friends, and their dolls. And I always called the roll. One doll was a “Betsy Wetsy,” and another when turned over said, “MA-MA” and then “PA-PA.” Others like “The Bride Doll” and the Madame Alexanders seemed more sophisticated than most of the students. No matter, this was a diverse class that welcomed those who generally had a ten-minute attention span.
I had a growing library of books Daddy thought he had hidden well in his chest of drawers every December. The topics I “taught,” however, were not Little Women and The Secret Garden, but basic addition and subtraction, simple diagrammed sentences, and a few vocabulary words. We also often sang “Jacob’s Ladder.” My topics were gleaned from wonderful elementary school teachers.
It is my parents I most remember. They made two daughters aware of how “…God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son…” and they also showed immense love in such memorable ways.