An Octogenarian Christmas
It is a family tradition that its eldest member be permitted to sleep until 7:00 am on Christmas morning. I was abruptly aroused from a deep slumber precisely at that time when my five grandchildren burst into the bedroom shooting “Merry Christmas” and encouraging me to pull myself together and stumble downstairs. A dozen of us shared the holiday in Olde Sewickley Highlands where Beth, Mike, and Rachael have comfortably settled into their new home, off Camp Meeting Road. They still have a home in Champaign, Illinois, which they are maintaining while Mike finishes out his academic commitment at the…