My mother, my sisters and I used to go out caroling in our neighborhood, Kat. It had been so many years since I heard of anyone doing that that I was greatly surprised a couple of years ago when five or six teenagers and a couple of parents arrived at our front door and sanga carol when I opened it. They haven't done it since, but maybe one of these years I can gather some people together to do it. Ruth and I were going to go to a carol sing at a Veteran's Administration Building last Saturday, as we've done in the past, but we got snowed out. Barbara and Frank Shaw have been doing this for many, many years. We join them when we can. Yesterday, Ruth and I and my friend Rev. Ken Smith were going to do a Christmas service as a nursing home but it was cancelled because of widespread sickness. I don't know who was more dissapointed, us or them.

Jerry

Some memories are still in the making. As I wrote in a song, "The good old days are still to come."