CHRIS I think I was probably in the second or third grade and I loved dolls, but we were very poor.  I had no dolls.  I did have one that came with a cereal box or something, but I never had a real doll and every birthday or Christmas I always wanted a doll. My mother actually did give me a “dance-me” doll once.  You know the kind that you put on your feet, with the yellow yarn hair, like a Raggedy-Ann type doll, only it was life-size.  So that was a good doll memory.  My dad was a student the whole time I was growing up and my mother…

CHERYL’S 1ST STORY I was in the second grade when we wrote letters to Santa.  In my letter to Santa, besides asking for a doll that had a baby carriage, I had to write what else I wanted.  I asked for a warm winter coat for my mother because she was always cold.  She was a single mom, and although I wasn’t aware of all the hardships she was experiencing, I did know she was cold. One thing I didn’t know is that the letters were sent to the Chamber of Commerce.  Out of all the letters that were sent, they chose mine. One day close to Christmas, my mother…