tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88106996354898039252024-03-21T08:38:33.779-02:30My World in Newfoundland.ma1bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13703028013547246050noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810699635489803925.post-4297740237808614572012-12-22T02:35:00.001-03:302012-12-22T02:35:20.445-03:30Newfoundland Christmas Story<div style="text-align: center;">
A Newfoundland Christmas.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It seems so long ago, Christmas Eve 1946. It was the first holiday we all were together since the war ended. Dad was stationed as the costal patrol for Bonavista, Newfoundland. We moved to the Bonavista Lighthouse six months prior. My brother Ben was in charge of running the lighthouse along with running the radio communications with the ships along the coast. Ben came home from the war two years ago. His ship was sunk in the North Atlantic. I remember when Mom got the telegram that Ben was lost at sea. She cried for a whole week till we got the telegram that he was rescued and was coming home. Ben was quiet when he came home. Always lost in his thoughts. That leaves my Brother Alec and me. Alec turned 16 in March. He is a pain in the butt. He is convinced that he knows everything. Me, I am Erin Campbell. I am 13. I like to watch the world go by. It is interesting watching people and trying to figure out what they are thinking.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mom was in the kitchen doing the dishes after supper. We were all ready for Santa to come. We no longer believed in Santa but we humored Dad as he still believed. Alec was helping me finish decorating the tree. We had popped corn earlier and now there were strings strung across the tree. Dad and Ben were listening to Bing Crosby on the wireless. Dad liked to think he could sing, trust me he can’t. Our dog, Jack, was in the kitchen looking for a free handout. Jack was a search and rescue dog. The whole town knew him as he was such a scrounge down at the piers.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mom yelled from the kitchen, “Bob, what’s the weather like outside?” We were supposed to go caroling later that night. Dad looked out the window. “Looks like a nasty storm is brewing up out there.” I had really looked forward to going out. I was to meet my best friend Savannah in town. I hadn’t seen her since school let out for Christmas break. Savannah and I were inseparable in school.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Then the world came to a sudden stop. “MAYDAY MAYDAY, this is the Northern Star. Our engines are down and we are taking on water!” the radio in the radio control room squawked. Ben and Dad instantly ran in to the control room. Ben answered in a voice I had never heard come from him. “Northern Star, this is Bonavista Lighthouse. What is your location and status?” That couldn’t have been Ben. That was a man’s voice. “Bonavista Lighthouse, we are off the eastern shore of Fox Island, Port Rexton. We have 64 souls aboard. Forty eight are children. We are taking on water and we are drifting toward the rocks. We need help.” “Stand-by Northern star. Help is on the way. PON PON this is Bonavista Lighthouse to all ships. The Northern star is taking on water. All ships in the area of Port Rexton are requested to provide assistance. Report in.” Ben hit the lever that turned on the lighthouse beacon and fog horn. Then he hit a switch that turned on a siren that I had never heard before. Its wail sent shivers down my spine. I looked out the window toward the town and I saw every light in the town come on. I became suddenly very afraid. Dad said to Ben, “Contact my ship and let them know that I am on my way. I will pick-up Chuck Huber on the way.” Dad was the captain of the Coast Guard ship in Bonavista. Chuck Huber is our neighbor about a mile away. He is the first mate on dad’s ship. “Bonavista One, this is Bonavista Lighthouse.” “Go Bonavista Lighthouse, this is Bonavista One.” “Captain Campbell is enroute. He is picking up Chief Huber along the way. Have the ship ready to get underway upon their arrival. Confirm.” “Confirmed Bonavista Lighthouse. Ship will be ready upon the captain’s arrival. Bonavista One out.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mom came in with Dad’s foul weather gear and helped him get on his jacket. “How bad is it Bob?” “Its bad Vicki, but we will sort it out.” “Alec.” Dad called out. “Come here.” Dad reached under the Christmas Tree and pulled out a rather large box. He opened it up and pulled out a brand new yellow slicker and a pair of boots. “These are for you son. Lets go.” Mom and Alec both asked at the same time, “Really?” “Vicki the boy is 16 now, we will need an extra pair of eyes out there.” “But, he’s too young.” “No he is a man now.” I snickered at that comment. Alec a man. Please!! Dad gave me that look that let me know that I had better hold my tongue. Alec had his yellow suit on in seconds. He looked so small in the bright yellow jacket, hat and boots. Dad kissed Mom and he and Alec headed for the door. “Bob you take care and watch out for Alec. You hear?” Mom said. “Yes Dear. Jack, Come. Its time to go to work.” Jack bolted out the door and hopped into the back of the truck. Alec and Dad then left for what would become the longest night I can remember.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I stood by the door to the radio control room listening to Ben talking to the ships and writing down everyone’s positions on the chalk board. It was amazing that he could keep track of everyone he was talking to. So many ship’s names. “Erin.” Mom called out. “I need your help in the kitchen” “Start making sandwiches. We will need to make as many as we can in a hurry.” Mom got on the phone and started making calls to the women’s auxiliary. She let them know what was going on and that they needed to meet at the Sailor’s Hall at the pier as soon as they could get there. They were to bring sandwiches, coffee, tea and blankets. It was going to be a long night.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As we were leaving the house I heard the radio, it was Dad’s voice “Bonavista Lighthouse this is Bonavista One. Do you copy? “ Bonavista One this is Bonavista Lighthouse, I copy. Go.” “Bonavista Lighthouse we are underway. We have the con. Confirm.” “Confirmed Bonavista One. You have the con. All ships, Bonavista One is now in charge.” Several ships responded, “Confirmed, Bonavista One has the Con.” Mom was calling me from outside to get a move on. As we drove toward town all I could hear was the siren going off. I wondered what Alec was doing. Was he scared. We picked up Sue Huber on our way. Normally she is very chatty. To the point of annoying. Not tonight, she was so quite. I could see the worry on her face. This was going to be a long night.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As we pulled up to the pier it looked like everyone in town was there. There were men standing outside smoking. The women were bringing in baskets of food. There were groups of kids playing quietly on the swing set. I followed Mom into the Sailor’s Hall. It was a place where the sailors from the fishing boats would get rest and have a drink when they came in from fishing. It was all decorated for Christmas. Most of everyone in town meets there on Christmas afternoon for a party. Didn’t seem very festive right now. The large kitchen was a bustle of women getting the sandwiches and biscuits on platters. There must have been dozens of coffee pots setting on the counter for people. I noticed a small crowd of men standing around the radio in the corner. I decided to go listen and see if I could hear anything. Being small I found a small barrel to sit on, close enough to hear but not be in anyone’s way. Everyone was so intent on listening that they didn’t even notice me.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The radio cracked” Bonavista One, this is Northern Star. We are going down. We are abandoning ship. We are on the rocks. God help us we need you!” “Northern Star, we are 5 minutes out. Hang on we are coming. All ships be on the lookout. There are going to be people in the water.” A ship answered “Roger that Bonavista One. Seas are awfully rough but we are coming.” I looked over and saw Mrs. Skinner crying. As I got up to go over and see her, Mr. Colbert grabbed me by the arm. “Erin, let her be.” “Why?” “Savanna is on that boat.” All I can remember is running into the kitchen yelling “Mom Mom, Savanna is on the boat!” Tears were running down my cheeks. How could this be. I was supposed to go singing with her tonight. This can’t be happening. Mom hugged me and just let me cry. I wanted it to all end. Mom gave me a cup of tea and let me know that Dad and the other sailors would be there as soon as they could.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It was a tradition every Christmas Eve that the Northern Star would take the local kids on a cruise along the coast to see the towns all lit up for the holidays. Savanah had asked me earlier if I wanted to go but I told her no, I was to old for such things. I had forgotten all about the cruise till now. Why did she have to go on it? Where is she now? Is she safe? I looked toward the radio and saw that more and more people were gathering around it. The women were holding on to their husbands. The men had their arms around them, a concerned look upon their faces. They were hanging on every word that was coming across the radio. The Vicar, Rev Stewart came in to the kitchen. “Mrs. Campbell, May I have a word please.” “You need to take Erin home, she shouldn’t be here for this. Its going to be a long night.” Mom replied, “You are probably right, please call me if I am needed here.” “Erin, get your coat. We need to go home and see if Ben needs anything.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The cold air hit me in the face when we went outside. The lights from the piers was blinding. I think that everyone in town was milling around the building. Each wanting to know what was happening. I could hear the siren still wailing from the lighthouse. The beacon sending out its beam out toward the sea. It seemed to be searching for the children. We got in the car and headed toward the lighthouse, both of us quite, lost in our own thoughts. Upon entering the house, Mom went and put the kettle on. I went to see what Ben was up to. The chalk board was filled with ships’ names and status. He had paper covering the table. The map of the coast line was spread out on the other table. I was amazed that he could keep track of everything and still keep talking to all the ships calling in. I looked over at the Christmas tree that just a few hours ago Alec and I were decorating. It seemed so lonely there all by itself. We should be sitting around it laughing and wondering what was in the packages under it. But not tonight.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dad’s voice then came over the radio, “We are on scene, deploying flares, all ships converge on my location. Be careful, there is ice and people in the water.” I could hear the tension in his voice but all business. It was his in charge voice. I ran to the kitchen to see mom looking out the back door toward Port Rexton. The sky was lit up from the flares. It was eerie seeing the red and white bursts through the snow. “Mom the kettle is whistling.” She didn’t hear me. It was like she was miles away with Dad. I went over and turned down the fire to the kettle. “Mom, you alright?” “What? Oh yes, just thinking of your Dad and Alec. Thanks for turning down the kettle.” “Do you think they are ok?’ “Yes, your Dad is the best at what he does.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“MAN OVERBOARD! MAN OVERBOARD! This is Bonavista One. We have two men in the water! Keep a lookout for Chief Huber and Seaman Campbell.” I heard a cup hit the floor behind me. Mom had dropped her teacup. She was white as if she had seen a ghost. I was confused as to what had just happened. Mr. Huber and a Seaman Campbell had gone in the water. Then it hit me, Seaman Campbell was Alec. Mom ran into the radio room and grabbed the microphone from Ben. “Bob, find our son! Do you hear me? FIND OUR SON!” She yelled into the microphone. “I will Vicki, now clear the channel.” said Dad. Mom handed the microphone back to Ben and walked out. She went straight outside and yelled at the sky “Please God, not my son, Please not my son. Please bring him home!” She fell to her knees in the snow sobbing. I didn’t know what to do but stand there watching. I had never seen such despair.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I walked back into the living room and looked at the lonely Christmas tree. It was just a few hours ago that Alec and I were decorating it. We argued as to how to place the strands of popcorn. We fought about just about everything. He was 3 years older than me and he was convinced that he knew everything. I felt bad that I had laughed at him when Dad said he was a man now and he looked so silly in the yellow foul weather suit. Now he is in the ocean all alone. I wished he was here with us.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Bonavista One, this is the Lady Luck, we have a visual on your Seaman Campbell. He is on the rocks just off the southern point of the island. We dropped a buoy with a flare to mark him. He has several children with him. The waves are too rough for us to pick him up. We saw his bright yellow jacket. We are picking up survivors right now. There are a couple D.I.W. here.” I then heard Dad, “Thank you Lady Luck, Thank you.” “Bonavista Lighthouse, This is Bonavista One. Contact Clarenville to send as many ambulances that they can. Also notify them we have D.I.W.s.” “Roger that Bonavista One.” replied Ben. I ran into the kitchen to tell Mom that they had found Alec. I found Mom sitting at the table, tears running down her cheeks. “Good news Mom, they found Alec. He is Ok!” I was dancing around so happy that my brother was ok. I could hardly contain myself. I looked at Mom and she was still crying. “Didn’t you hear me? Alec is ok.” I said. “I heard you Erin, part of these tears are tears of joy. The other tears are of sadness for those who won’t get the same news.” She said. “Huh, What do you mean?” I was confused. “Erin, D.I.W. means Dead in the Water. Someone has died tonight.” * Ben had turned off the sirens awhile ago but the fog horn was still blowing on and off. I never realized the deep mournful sound that it made. But now I heard it calling out to the sailors at sea. I wondered if they heard the passion in the horn. Did they hear it call out to them, telling them to come home safe.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mom got up and wiped her face. Went to the kettle and made a cup of tea. She told me to take a sandwich into Ben. He must be starving. She followed me into the radio room. Ben was still at it. He was drawing circles on the map surrounding Fox Island. He explained that those were the ships there that were helping with the rescue. He pointed to where Dad’s ship was and where the Northern Star went down. Ben told us that some of the ships were headed back to port with survivors. That ambulances were coming up from Clarenville. They were about an hour away. “Erin” Mom said. “Get your coat back on. We will be needed down at the pier. The ships will be pulling in before the ambulances get here. Are you up for this? You will need to be strong tonight.” “Yes Mom. I will be ok.” As we pulled away from the lighthouse I watched the beam of light reaching out into the darkness. It was a beacon of hope.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As we pulled into the parking lot of the Sailor’s Hall it seemed that the whole town had now gathered there. People were milling around bonfires that were lit to keep people warm. Women were handing out cups of coffee and tea. The piers were all lit up awaiting for the ships to come in. Inside the Hall the tables were all gone and replaced with cots. The kitchen was a flurry of activity. There were stacks of sandwiches and pot after pot of hot coffee and tea lined up on the counter. By the door were stacks of blankets and quilts of every imaginable color. Doctor Polatty came up to us, “Glad you are here Mrs Campbell. The ships are just about to start coming in and it will get a bit crazy in here. When we bring the children in I need you to help get them situated and covered up to keep them warm. Some of them are going to be seriously injured, many will be unconscious. Your job will to help me categorize them on injuries so that the ambulances can take the most serious cases first. Will that be ok with you?” “Absolutely.” He looked at me and said, “Erin, I need you to put two blankets at the bottom of each of these cots. You will be in charge of the blankets. If more are needed you need to run and get more and give them to me or your Mom. Understand?” “Yes sir.” “Off you go then.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I was half way done placing blankets on the cots when the sound of a ship’s horn pierced the air. The first ship was here. Mom and Doctor Polatty went and opened the doors. I could see the pier lined with men to assist it with tying up. The ship was barely tied up and children were being handed off to waiting men. Each man then carried a child quickly to the waiting cots in the lounge. It was shocking to see how blue they each were. Most seemed to be sleeping. Some were awake. Many crying, many with a blank stare. More ships were coming in. same routine with each of them. Some had adults on them. They were in the same shape as the children. The cots were filling up quickly. Over and over I would hear, “Erin, more blankets!” It seemed that I was running non-stop. It quickly became a blur. I had no time to recognize the people on the cots. I saw Mom and Doctor Polatty going to each cot and checking on each occupant. I looked for Mrs. Skinner. I found her sitting beside a cot with Savannah on it. Savannah was asleep but she was alive. My friend was alive! Beside her was Jack. How did he get here? I told Mrs. skinner that everything would be OK. “I know Erin, she is a strong girl.“ I went back into the main hall and heard Mr. Sampson talking to a few of the other sailors by the bar. “It was the damndest thing. We were picking up a few of the survivors off the shore when we heard that daft dog of the Campbell’s howling up a storm. We went down the shore to see what he was making all the commotion about. There he was with the Skinner girl. He was laying across her body keeping her warm. I tell you boys, if it wasn’t for that dog, that girl would be dead now. That dog will never starve once it gets out what happened tonight.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jack sneaking into the kitchen. Jack was a good dog.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Outside I could hear parents calling in asking about their children. Officer Brady would tell each one of the parents to let the Doctor take care of the children. They would get to be with their kids as soon as possible. Occasionally one would call out for their child. “Where is Susie, Where is John?” The desperation in their calls was heart wrenching. Still the shouts went out. “Erin, more blankets!”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A loud bell sounded from the pier. Bonavista One was coming in. Dad was back. Mom looked toward the door. I could see the relief on her face. Her husband had made it back home. Ten minutes passed and the door opened and in walked Dad. His face was weary but he emanated an aura of command. He was in charge. I saw Mom run up to him and hug him. When she let go of Dad she said one word, “Alec?” “He is on the ship pulling in right now. He did well tonight. Many of these children are alive because of him. He and the Chief went into the water and got the children to the rocks and out of the water. He is pretty battered up but he will be fine. I can’t tell you how proud of him I am.” Mom pulled Dad to the side and asked him in a quite voice, “How many didn’t make it?” Dad’s got a grave look and he responded, “Nine children, one of the teachers and Chuck Huber. He kept going back into the water and the cold eventually took him.” Mom asked, “Does Sue know yet?” “Not yet, I need to go see her now.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dad walked over toward Mrs. Huber with Rev. Stewart. Mrs. Huber was stacking plates when Dad put his hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked Dad straight in the eyes. “Chuck?” she asked in a slight whisper. “I’m sorry Sue”, He replied in almost as quite of a voice. She plopped down in a chair, tears streaming down her face. Rev. Stewart knelt beside her. He took her hands in his. Dad turned around and walked outside. He had lost his first mate, but more importantly, he had lost his friend. Who would comfort him?<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>From the pier came three loud blasts from one of the ships. Everyone stood up and faced the door. I looked out and saw the pier lined on both sides by the men. Their heads were bowed and their hats were off. Then I saw the sailors from the boats carrying the lifeless bodies toward the hall. It was as if time had stood still. From under the blankets I could see the occasional small hand or little boot. A side room had been cleared in the hall for them. Each child was taken in and laid down gently upon a cot. Their families came in and knelt beside their children. Still no sound. Next came the body of Miss Johnson. She was the third grade teacher who had just moved up from St Johns. She had no family so Mr. Anderson, the School Principle, sat with her.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The silence was broken with a blast from Bonavista One’s forward cannon. The windows shook from the blast. Just about scared me out of my skin. The sailors were now bringing in Chief Huber’s body. The crews on the ships tied along the pier saluted as he passed by. I asked Mr. Colbert why the ship fired its cannon. He replied, “That is to wake the angels in Heaven and to let them know that Chief Huber is coming.” They brought Chief Huber into the room with the other deceased. Mrs. Huber went into be with her husband. I looked around and saw Dr. Pollaty and Mom still tending the children that survived. Other survivors were brought in and given coffee and blankets. Each looked rougher than the last. Finally Dad showed up at the door with Alec. Alec’s right arm was in a sling and he had a bandage on his forehead. His new yellow rain coat was shredded in places and he was in his socks. His new boots were gone. This was not the Alec that left a few hours ago. Gone was the young boy who pestered me earlier. In his eyes was a look of weariness. He had seen and done things tonight that I may never understand. I ran up and threw my arms around him. He grimaced as I hugged him but he held me with his one good arm. I wasn’t sure if I was crying because he was hurt or that I was so happy to see him.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Throughout the night the ambulances came and took the children to the Hospital in St Johns. Alec stayed in the hall. Dr Polatty said he would see to him. By dawn everyone was tended to and people started to head back to their homes. When I walked outside the sun was just starting to come up over the horizon. It was Christmas. This was a Christmas that I would remember for the rest of my life. I was no longer concerned about what was under the tree. I had received much more. My brother was back safe and sound. I had my family. Dad, Mom, Ben, Alec and me.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>When we got home, Ben had the coffee made and breakfast on the stove. Dad took Alec up to his bed. He was shattered. As he was closing Alec’s door I heard him say. “You did good tonight son. You did good.” Dad then came downstairs and sat in his chair by the fire. He looked older to me. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep in his chair. Mom covered him in a blanket and whispered in his ear, “Don’t you ever die on me you daft old man. I love you too much.” I looked at the Christmas tree with its presents underneath. They could wait.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>New Years Eve came so quickly that year. There was such sorrow in the town the past few days with all the funerals. But being Newfoundlanders, everyone got through it. We are a seafaring people. We live and die by the sea. We went to the Seaman’s Hall for a Newfoundland Jig (fish dinner) that night. Dad was in his uniform and Mom was dressed up in her Sunday best. Ben and Alec got cleaned up as best they could. They have no style. Alec still had his arm in a sling and the bandage on his forehead. But he was healing. I wore the new dress that I got for Christmas. After dinner was done, Dad and Ben got up from the table. “We are heading over to the bar wife.” said Dad. “Alec, are you coming?” Alec looked at him with shock. “Excuse me?” He asked. “You are a man now, are you coming or not?” I could see my mother smiling. I must have been missing something. “Yes Sir.” said Alec. I watched him walk over to the bar with Dad and Ben. The other men came up and patted Alec on the back. The bar tender handed Alec a beer. With a smile on his face he took a deep drink. I then knew why Mom was smiling. She was looking at her Campbell men. Mother got up and started to clear the table. Normally us kids went to play games while the women headed to the kitchen to clean up and talk. As she headed to the kitchen she turned and asked. “Erin, are you coming?” I smiled and followed her into the kitchen with the other women. Alec wasn’t the only one who grew up that long night.<br />
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