December is a wonderful month full of festivities and Christmas cheer. It’s a month when the kindness of many shines bright.
I’m going to let you in on an innovative idea for a new product. It’s an invention that will help the spirit of Christmas last all year long. It probably would be the hottest item of the Black Friday sales, but it’s not complete. Maybe it will be next year.
A Barbie doll shrine in Nepal and warthogs in Kenya are some of the memorable highlights in the life of Radcliff resident Florence Mason.
Mason’s life also has included volunteer service, witnessing historic events and accomplishments that span the globe.
Born in 1928 in Hawaii, where she grew up, Mason recalled seeing low-flying planes as a child on Dec. 7, 1941. She was with other children who were excited to see the aircraft that were so close they could see the pilots wearing headbands with the rising sun emblem.
World travel and ministry, a battle with life-threatening disease and a proclivity toward poetry have given Melsa Thompson a life with a lot to appreciate.
“I’ve had so many highlights,”the Radcliff resident said.
Born in Pike County in eastern Kentucky in 1925, Thompson was delivered at home by her great-aunt, who forgot to mail her birth certificate. It wasn’t until 1972, when she was preparing to take a trip to Israel, that she discovered there was no record of her birth.
Hobbies have filled Gisela Paul’s life, not to mention her home.
Basket weaving, quilting, crocheting, knitting and baking — and the resulting products — are evident throughout the Radcliff woman’s home and beyond.
Baskets of all shapes, colors, sizes and purposes fill Paul’s home, including her kitchen, dining room and living room. A tabletop quilt displaying leaves and fall colors adorns the dining room table, and she has many others stored in her home.
One of my favorite holidays is near, Thanksgiving, the time when family and friends get together without obligation and share gratitude. It’s a time to reflect on the year and tally up the bounty of blessings.
Last month I was giving a talk in Delaware and a lady came up afterward to tell me it sounded good but she had nothing to be thankful for. As she rattled off her woes and all the things that had happened to her, I just had the urge to hug her. And I did.