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Reed & Stapleton Family Stories
By William C. Reed, 2000

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THE CHISTMAS CAT
It was Christmas 1952, and I was 6 years old.
My brother Kenneth had come home on leave
from the Air Force. After visiting with us kids,
he wanted to go to Ohio to be with mother for
Christmas. Mother had taken ill a year before
and had gone home to stay with my grandfather
Mason and grandmother Bernice. He had
talked daddy into letting him take me (the
baby of the family) on a Greyhound bus
with him to Ohio. I was so thrilled that I was
going to get to be with momma for Christmas,
and up until then I had never met my Grandparents.
I felt so big stting there next to Kenneth on
that bus with him in his Air Force uniform.
I will never forget that when we got to the station
there at Jackson,Ohio, that Uncle Bobby and
Grandmother Bernice met us. Uncle Bobby had
this really big shinny Buick car, and if I
remember right, it was pink and had a white
top. It was the prettiest car I had ever seen.
(Remember I was only 6). Grandmother Bernice
got out of the car and gave me the biggest hug.
She was so big that I couldn't get my little
arms around her, but I hugged her as good
as I could. We went on out to the farm and
Granddad and Mother was waiting for us there.
Momma so so happy to see us, all she could
do was cry. I held on to her and hugged her
as long as I could.
It was Christmas eve, and Uncle Cecil and Aunt
Joyce had come in and Uncle Cecil was going
to take me over to some church for an evening
Chistmas service. We had stopped at the farm
of a friend of his that he wanted to see,
and the man had this bunch of little kittens
and naturally, I threw a fit, because I wanted
one. Well, Uncle Cecil gave in and let me pick
one out and we put it in the car, and went
back in the house for a while. When we got back
in the car to leave, the kitten was gone. Uncle
Cecil said that it must have crawled out
through the heater. We couldn't find it anywhere.
I cried my little eyes out. I just knew that kitten
crawled in there and died. I told Uncle Cecil, please
don't turn on the heater because it was in there
he might kill it. You can imagine him trying
to drive that car with no defroster on in the dead
of winter. When we got home, all I could do
was sit on momma's lap and cry because we couldn't
find the kitten. Uncle Cecil swears to this
day that he doesn't know what happened to my
"Christmas Cat".
But, you want to know something? I think he slipped
out and put the kitten back in the barn.
"That's what I think."!