Here waiting for 5.30am. somthing just crossed my mind, how different things are now. When I was a boy, everyone, boys & girls alike wore big thick flannel night-dresses. We would go up to bed with our mother carring a big birch junk wrapped up in a woolen sock, or a flat iron, & jump in bed as fast as we could. But you know the thing I never did forget - every night she would lean over me & teach me my prayers & that was. Gentle Jesus meek & mild, look upon a little child, pity my simplicity, suffer me to come to Thee. Then right after. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray dear Lord my soul to take., then came the Lords prayer, when finished she would lean over me & give me a kiss. I would be some cozy covered up in 5 or 6 big thick blankets even though the window was covered with frost. God bless you Mom.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 09:06:35 +0000
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