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January 9, 2003The Post-Register3BReflectionsDorothy Taylor.'A*Guess what I was doing at the stroke of midnight when everyone else around was partying, having a great time, and yelling, “Happy NewYear”?Well, you missed your guess because I was listening to the story of the “Three Little Pigs”.Unbelievable isn’t it but my youngest granddaughter had spent the night with me.We didn’t intend to be awake at the ringing out of the old and the renewing of the years, but some things we accept just because that’s the way it is.Rachel was wound up like a brand new clock. Without any effort I turned on the television to watch the East Coast do its thing and hopefully she was listening to the time differences.She had read and read and read and finally I declared .we must turn out the light and try for some sleep. That was all right, as long as she could continue by telling me the story of theThree Little Pigs”.She didn’t leave out any details about the pigs.She knew it by heart and retold it to me with some additional color that I haven’t heard about.In those old days it was Dad who was always willing to tell the stories about how the rabbit earned its long ears and how the freeze happened just as the frogs hopped into the water. The man with the mower came along and chopped off the legs and had a delicious meal for supper.But, it was Mom who was always ready with the pig story and the bear story and those ever present goat stories. You know the goat mamma that advised her baby kids not to open the door for anyone because the old wolf was around ready to gobble them up.We finally figured out that Mom was constantly teaching her children something.She remained in that mode continuously and would have been the greatest schoolteacher ever had she had the opportunity.She was full of ideas and did teach Sunday school for many years.During those teaching years of my own it was a daily ritual to read a chapter of an exciting book to the children.If they became so excited that another chapter just had to be read, then it was so. You know we’d review what had just happened and analyzed what to expect in the following chapter.There was only one book that was called “Charlotte’s Web” that brought out the emotional side of me.Everything would take place fine; we’d head down memory lane each day when it was time to read. And then, tRe chapter when the death of Charlotte would take place that’s the time I had to fight back the tears.Most usually one of the girls could, detect the problem and offer to read the final chapter. Sentimental me, you know, crying over the death of a spider.But, the book was so well written and it worked well until they made a movie of the book and that was the end of suspense and intrigue for all of us.As far as that granddaughter goes, she was watching the digital clock by the bed and announced midnight, then we slept.Matt. 7:20 “Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.”
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