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| My Passion - Issue 4 - December 2015
S.S.S. Brigade
Social Security Seniors
Christmas is a wonderful time of the
year for many, many reasons. One
good reason is that it is a time for
making “memories.” I cannot remember
any memories of Christmas with
my grandparents. I am sure that we
were actively involved with them at
Christmas, but I just can’t remember
(nor can my siblings remember
anything). I thought about how sad
that is for us and for them.
We have great memories about
Christmas with our mother and dad.
Mother and dad made Christmas a
wonderful time of the year.
When I had my daughter, I wanted
to make memories with her at
Christmas time. So, every Christmas
after the decorations were up,
the cookies were baked (yes, I use to
bake cookies), after the presents were
wrapped and put under the tree, and
Santa Claus was waiting on top of our
house to come down the chimney with
a bag full of gifts for my little “darling”
daughter, my daughter and I (it was
just a girl thing) took Christmas Eve
day to go to the mall and just walk
around, shop, and eat. We took our
time and just enjoyed the moment. This
was a “memory maker.”
Now, I have three grandsons, and for
about ten years, we have been going on
a “Nana’s Christmas Shopping” excursion.
We pick a mall; we pick a hotel;
and we pick two days to go spend time
together shopping, eating, and just
having fun right before Christmas. We
spend one night at the hotel (and that
Christmas Holiday
is always fun).
Our dynamics have changed this year, I now
have a beautiful granddaughter. She will have
her first experience in this excursion (good
luck to her). These are “memory making”
moments.
Let me just say this, even though my daughter
is married and has a family of her own,
we still take time together for our “memory
making” moments at Christmas. This year,
we get to add our granddaughter……..what
fun! How do I afford to do this, I start putting
money away at the first of the year, just
so I can make memories with my family. It is
worth every penny that I spend.
It is never too late to start with your own
“memory making” moments.
Mrs. Oppenheimer, a retiree, decided to get away from the often inclement weather of New York and spend Christmas
in the deep South of the USA. Being unfamiliar with that part of the world, she wandered into a 'restricted'
hotel and said, “Hi. I'm Mrs. Oppenheimer, and I'd like a room for the next week.” “I'm very sorry,” said the
manager, “but all of our rooms are taken.” Just as he said that, a customer came to the desk, and unexpectedly,
checked out. “How lucky,” responded Mrs. Oppenheimer. “Now you have a room for me.” “Look, I'm very sorry,”
said the manager, “but this is a restricted hotel. Jews are not allowed here.” “Jewish! Whaddya mean Jewish! I
happen to be a Catholic,” said Mrs. Oppenheimer. “That takes some believing.” said the manager. “Tell me, who
was the Son of God?” “Jesus,” she replied. “Where was he born?” “In a stable in Bethlehem..... simply because
some Schmuck like you wouldn't rent a room to a Jew.”
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