Whenever I hear the melody of ‘My Favorite Things”, it is my mother I see and one small package wrapped in brown paper I recall.
During the Korean War, I happened upon a scene that has remained with me for decades and I repay it in my mind every Christmas season.
It took place in our McKay Street home weeks before Christmas. I walked into the kitchen and glimpsed my mother in the next room. On the dining room table was a loaf cake she had baked to send my older brother, Paul, who was serving in the United States Army with the Screaming Eagles Division in South Korea.
She wrapped all the love of his family into that small package as I watched and I am ever thankful that I can still share that Christmas moment with her and the son she was gifting.
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