A couple of days before Christmas, I dropped the letter opener down the side of the desk. And since I needed it, I pulled the desk out and discovered all kinds of things--including the money order to Davenloch that I couldn't find for months and months, some bills, and a newspaper clipping that had fallen between the floor board and the wall. It must have been there for years, because when Dave refitted this desk as a computer desk 5 1/2 years ago, he had pulled the whole thing out and hadn't seen this clipping. From the article on the back, this clipping is from 1968.
The clipping had been saved by my mother years ago and to find it and read a poem which is so fitting to my life and feelings, can only mean that my mother was sending me a special message at Christmas time. She's telling me that she's with me always, as are my grandparents and my uncle. Uncle Mike always did the ploughing. And she's telling me not to feel too sad. It did help a lot, I felt better after I found this and Christmas was okay.