IN MY OLD AGE, AND NOT INFREQUENTLY, 'THIS AND THAT' FROM YEARS LIVED COME TO THE SURFACE OF MY THINKING SELF. THESE MEMORIES ARE FOR THE MOST PART FONDLY REHEARSED. AT TIMES THE SOUL AGONIZINGLY WINCES TOO. SHERILL AND I OFTEN EXPRESS HOW AMAZED WE ARE AT OUR DEAR HEAVENLY FATHER'S GRACIOUSNES, PATIENCE AND GOODNESS TO US. INDEED, UNDERNEATH HAVE BEEN HIS EVERLASTING ARMS.
Tuesday
BORN TO MISCHIEF.....
I was born April 30, 1937 to Douglas and Ruth Christen. I was the their third and last baby. Joyce (almost 4) and Joan (almost 2) were older sisters. Dad was pastoring in Hunlock Creek, Pennsylvania and had accepted a call to a church in North Jersey. I held up the move and together we finally went to Bloomingdale two weeks later. I was born in the parsonage of the Roaring Brook Baptist Church of Hunlock Creek. Born breach, I was a difficult birth; my mother could bare no children after me. One humorous story I was told about those two weeks: I was being changed and when the diapor was off I peed right out the window. It was early May and the window being open I, aiming ever so exactly, commited my first act of mischief!