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Joy Fields (Wardleigh)
As I sit here on Christmas eve, reading the messages you have posted,, I am reminded of some of the Christmas seasons in my life. Like Dan, I was raised in a way that is becoming more normal than the TV image of "Leave it to Beaver", and the "Dona Reed Show". I was the only one of my siblings born in California. My Mother left Mr. Fields when I was only 9 months old. I only saw him 2 times in my life.. My Mother made the decision to leave him and go back to Ogden, so that we could have a better life. He was a heavy drinker and she didn"t want us to be exposed to that negitave influence . My older brother, sister and I were in foster care for a little over a year. In fact my foster mother was Mrs Jarman, one of the cooks at BLHS. My mother remarried and we were back together as a whole family. I wasn't adopted by James Steele until much later. I also have a younger brother and sister. Dad always treated us equally tough.
My parents always made sure we had a special Christmas season and especially Christmas day, gifts under the tree and gathering of the whole extended family. One of my favorite memories was the Christmas before we graduated, all the girls in PE were talking about the beautiful cedar chest they were gooing to get for Christmas. I wanted to have one so bad that I told them that I was going to get one too. I had no idea that I was telling the truth. I was so surprised when I did get it that I cried. I still have that Lane Cedar chest. It isn't that it is so important, but the knowledge of what it represented. I was loved and to me at that time that cedar chest was the proof, because I knew how expensive it was.
I must bring up my worst Christmas. It was 1962, I was now out of school, married, and expecting my first child in a couple of months. I just always knew that Christmas was supposed to be a joyfull time of loving and giving. My husband had been out late and was trying to sleep off the night before party that he had been to and wouldn't get up. We had a big discussion about the expectations that I had for the day. He finally came around, but it was stressful.
It was a gradual lesson to learn the real important things about Christmas, and that it's the knowing that we are celebrating the birth or our Savior Jesus Christ and it's the giving not the getting that is important no matter how or exactly what day we choose to remember. It's being with those we love, like tomorrow when I go to my daughter's home, spend the day with her, my son-in-law and three of my beautiful grandchildren, and. helping those who are less fortunate than we are.
I was so blessed just last Saturday to be able to have a few members of the Church choir and some missionaries go with me to an assisted living facility to sing and share stories about the birth of Jesus Christ.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
SINCERELY, JOY FIELDS WARDLEIGH
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