Last Christmas would be the first without my mother.  We did the tree, the candles, and I bought some Christmas cards at the local photographers shop, with pictures of the island in snow. I got four of each, a total of about twenty-four I think, or twenty-eight. I was not very inspired this year,  and hardly looked at the pictures of the lighthouse, the panoramic view from the dunes, and a scene in the street with the lighthouse in the background.  All in snow. Somehow the spirit was not really there.

Things got worse when one aunt got a stroke just before Christmas day, aunt Esther broke her wrist and one son never made it home for Christmas because of weather conditions. (He is here now though. )

Christmas day my husband, me and the youngest son went to my eldest  son, who lives 6 km away, and whom I had sent a card as well.

“When did you make that picture?” he asked while we were enjoying a drink.

“I didn’t.  The photographer did. I bought the cards from him.”

I had sent him one of the street view, like my cousin in Belgium.  She had asked about a house in the picture.  Something had been altered and she noticed.  I realized the pic must have been more than twenty years old.

My son  then wanted to know:  “How come I never saw this picture of my grandmother before?”

“What?”  I took a good look at the card. There were only two people on the pic.

“The woman with the sledge!”  he said. “It is Oma!”

I watched.  The woman was seen on the back.  But I knew the sledge,  a typical Terschellinger design.  As this sledge was very small, the handle had been made higher.  I remember my father doing that. He never bothered to paint it green like the rest of the sledge.

“There is only one sledge like that and I have it here.  And besides,  I know that coat,” my son said.  “It is grandmother alright, going to do her shopping!”

I recognized the yellow boots. The trousers she hated to wear, but that particular year it was so cold…

“O my god! It really is her!“ I exclaimed. We were astonished.  There she was,  three months exactly after her burial,  on this Christmas card I had sent to some people who had  loved her.  This way she was with us after all…
Of course it was a big coincidence I picked this card this Christmas. But a very nice one!

This was the first posting on Inaweblogisback, I wrote this Jan. 1 2010 https://inaweblogisback.wordpress.com/2010/01/01/the-christmas-card-true-story/ The cards are still for sale! 🙂

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Comments on: "The Christmas Card (true story)" (6)

  1. Ina

    This is the most amazing story! I went prickly all over realising what was happening here!

    And, of course, the word coincidence – I always think of David when I hear it used as he always changes it to synchronicity! I hope, if he reads this, he doesn’t mind that I mentioned it!!

    Love and hugs

    Christine xx

  2. Fascinating, Ina. As ever, very sensitively written. Sometimes it make you wonder what life’s all about…

    • Hi David, thank you very much. 🙂 Life can be surprizing! It was very special. I don’t think my mother ever knew she was a photomodel on a Christmas card 🙂

  3. I love it when things like that happen.

    It is just that I prefer the word – Godincidences to coincidences 🙂

    Love

    David

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