It’s been so hectic around here these past days… and weeks… and months. Actually, the year has been rock’n’roll beyond words. But hey, I’m glad I pulled through. Glad others around me — family and friends — have pulled through also. And especially proud of myself for making lemonade out of the mountain of lemons that were dumped on me in 2011. Wish I had some tequila to go with it, tonight…
All this to say that I didn’t have time to translate the story I posted on my French blog. It’s all about what Christmas was like for me in the 50s.
But here’s a drawing of what the front door to our house looked like way back then, at 296 Manning Street, in Verdun. May it be my Christmas card to you, Sweet Souls.
Peace & Love