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Christmas Memories — Amelia Lockhart!
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When I was a child, we had a neighbour who was Austrian, named Herta. She'd met her husband during WWII — he was in the military, RAF, I believe. She married him and moved back to England with him. They slept on his parents' sofa whilst they got their feet under them, and then they raised a family while running a corner shop.
I don't remember her husband; I was very small when he died. I could never forget Herta though. She was probably the kindest person I've ever known. The kind of lady who got up at 3 AM to unlock the door to her porch because some birds had nested in there, and she didn't want them to miss the early worms. She also carried her very large boxer dog upstairs, in her laundry basket at night, because he had arthritis and couldn't manage himself. Never mind that, she also had arthritis — she was worried he'd be lonely. She'd do anything for anyone.
About twenty years ago, she gave me this ornament, and I came across it again when putting my tree up. She was so worried about misspelling the writing on it, but it's never been anything but special to me!
I don't remember her husband; I was very small when he died. I could never forget Herta though. She was probably the kindest person I've ever known. The kind of lady who got up at 3 AM to unlock the door to her porch because some birds had nested in there, and she didn't want them to miss the early worms. She also carried her very large boxer dog upstairs, in her laundry basket at night, because he had arthritis and couldn't manage himself. Never mind that, she also had arthritis — she was worried he'd be lonely. She'd do anything for anyone.
About twenty years ago, she gave me this ornament, and I came across it again when putting my tree up. She was so worried about misspelling the writing on it, but it's never been anything but special to me!
Amelia
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