There was a good quality of life when things were simpler
Its A Wonderful Life, a classic movie of the 1940s, centers around a midwestern family overcoming the varied obstacles of financial distress.
Adversity brings about family unity with steadfast courage, determination, honesty and faith in overcoming such a mountain.
Me and 10 other children were born during pre- and post-World War II. Trying times.
The Sheridan home memories brought to mind the blustery chilly days of winters with mom awakening us to Irontons winter wonderland. The snow covered city provided countless hours of pleasures with Gods blessing.
Quickly, dusty sleds with rusty rails were brought up from the basement. Snow-covered streets with no traffic provided an ample playground for all city youth.
Cronacher Hill and Park Avenue provided a long speedy ride for all those who chose to dare. Moulton Field later became the chosen spot as children gathered by the hundreds. Bond fires until the wee hours of morn provided welcomed warmth for the faithful snow kids.
Upon our return to grandmaw Shermans on North 8th and Buckhorn we found a crackling fire, hot chocolate and cookies, which soon soothed our chills.
As very young folk we were quite amazed to write letters to Santa on Lite White paper and then the magic of Santa quickly engulfed them up the chimney.
Wow, what good, blessed, clean times shared during those days. And after an exhausting day of play, our beloved grandmother placed several of us tots in bed and to this day I recalled her to quietly say, Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom Gods love commits me here. Ever this day be at my side to rule and guide. Amen.
May winter bring all a wonder life.