Below is something wrote six years ago, 2010. I go back to it every years. Tomorrow December 19th is my wife’s birthday. Notice I do not say “how many.” (By the way….I love this picture…it would be good for all of us…to remember “our parents were young once upon a time…the picture is of her dad, mom and she the little one)
When I re-read this I have many thoughts. But one I always have is what a generation of parents that so many of us had. I have noted here the circumstances in which my wife’s birth came about. Our country was at war, her father was somewhere in Pacific, her mother would be all alone at her deliver and later. I think back to the birth of our six grandkids and the celebrations, the “fan fare” that took as so many of us/ family was there. Not this birth.
We will celebrate pretty much as we have done in the past …dinner out in Nashville at one of our preferred places and then off to see “Vince and Amy’s” Christmas show…as we do each year. Happy Birthday Barbara..
Just some thoughts:
Wherever you are, I hope you will be home for Christmas.
Supposedly the genesis for the song, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” was written by a 16-year-old homesick college student. Prior to his published release of the song, he had discussed the song with two acquaintances in a bar. He left a copy with them. The song, was recorded in 1943, sixty-seven years ago by Bing Crosby. It bore the names of Kent, Gannon and Ram as creators of the song. Interestingly enough, Buck Ram was later the force behind the famous group The Platters. Ram penned such classic songs as “Only you,” “The Magic Touch,” “Remember When,” “Twilight Time” and other Platter hits. Think about the monies from the rights to those lyrics.
The song was a huge hit when it came on the scene in 1943, WWII. American boys were scattered all over the world for that effort and so many of them wishing “They were home for Christmas.”
The song carries a special meaning and feeling for me and my family. I can’t help but think of a young, about-to-be mother, who at the time was living in Chicago. Her husband, Frank was somewhere in the Pacific Ocean as a member of the Uunited States Navy. December 19, 1943 found this mother-to-be without her husband or family. She was all alone. A country at war, a husband at sea and she was about to bring a baby into this world. At 7:07 p.m. sixty-seven years ago tonight, in the Roseland Community Hospital, Chicago, Illinois, Margaret White, my mother-in- law, delivered a 7.25 pound baby girl. She named her Barbara Lee. I bet her father (Frank) wished…
I’ll Be Home For Christmas
I’m dreamin’ tonight of a place I love,
even more than I usually do.
And although I know it’s a long road back, I promise you
I’ll be home for Christmas you can count on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe and presents under the tree.
Christmas Eve will find me where the love light beams.
I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.
And that is what it was for millions of people that Christmas, December 19, 1943. Just a wish that they could be home.
Barbara Lee White, twenty-two years later, would become Barbara Lee Adamson.
I hope you will be home for Christmas.
December 19, 2010