This month, we're featuring Christmas memories from your favourite Canadian Christian authors.
As a child of 11 in 1956, I used to trudge along messy sidewalks carrying my heavy, rented accordion. Hoisting it up onto the crowded bus for the long, grey ride from Fort Garry to downtown Winnipeg, then off again and finally up a long, dark stairway to my lessons, was quite a feat. I desperately wanted an accordion of my own, but ministers didn’t make much money in those days.
Mom and Dad and I had recently moved from Ontario and so were far from friends and family. There were just the three of us gathered around our little tree that Christmas morning. Just before we began the excitement of opening our gifts, Dad said, “Diane, could you please go out to the porch and bring in the box I left out there?”
The porch was frigid. Wait! There was a suitcase with a big red bow on it! It couldn’t possibly be an accordion case! But it was heavy.... Dad smiled. “Open it up.”
Inside was a shiny blue accordion with gold accents and gleaming white keys. Ohhhhhh! Dad died in 1995, but whenever I get that old accordion out to play, I am warmed by the memory of his sacrificial love.
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Diane Roblin-Lee's latest title is a legacy workbook called, "To My Family...My Life."
Yes, the loving memories attached are the best thing about things.
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