Disclaimer: We don't own the Ducks and probably never will because they belong to Disney. However, Emaliar Malfoy does own Bella, Ollie, Seraphina, Alex, and Patrick "Paddy" Ridley. Bobcatwriter owns Annie, Mike, Travon, all the characters at Lakeshore Academy, Baby Hans, Paddy's family, The Lebrie Family, Reese, Mark, Judges Stone and Murray and a few of the other students and teachers from Eden Hall.
A/N: This is the sequel to the other Mighty Ducks story's: "The Way Things Are", "The Way Things Were" and "The Way Things Should be". We recommend you read those Three first. However, this can also be read as a stand-alone story. Please read and review.
Chapter 14
December 28th, 1998
Adam's POV
It took a few days for Coach and Michele's proposal to sink in. Now that the parent issue was solved there was one more issue yet to tackle. Getting me back up on my skates, I went with Bella to practice, I needed to talk to Coach Orion.
"Banks? What are you doing here?" Coach Orion said.
"I need to talk to you; I want to skate again. Please can I skate with the team today," I asked.
"No, you aren't even going here anymore," Coach Orion said.
"Yes, I am, I am taking correspondence courses. I need to feel the ice under my skates, please I am begging you, can I please skate?" I asked.
"No, it's a liability, I could lose my job if you get hurt," Coach Orion said.
"Please, I need this I need to prove to Lakeshore that I can be responsible when it comes to skates. Ollie will watch me, and I can wait until after practice to do a little bit of skating," I said.
Coach Orion thought about it before he said, "Go talk to the equipment manager, if he has a pair of skates you can borrow, you can skate while everyone else is in the shower."
"Thanks Coach," I said and then I ran down to the equipment managers office to see if he had a pair of skates in my size.
I was lucky he had a pair that I could borrow. I sat down on the visitor bench waiting for practice to end. I had skates on my feet. I had been trying to get my feet used to the skates again. I must have been nervous because Ollie picked up on it, "Nervous?" Ollie asked.
"Yes, what if I am not good anymore? I will be an embarrassment to Bella," I asked.
"Oh, come on, you're a Banks. You will be fine," Ollie said.
"I hope so," I said.
Then a whistle blew "Get over here take a knee," Coach Orion barked. The ducks all followed suit. "All right, Good practice! We have a game tomorrow at 3:00 with Providence Academy at Plymouth Ice Arena. Be here at 12:00 sharp, and the bus leaves at 12:30 tomorrow. Remember gentleman suits and ties and ladies dress blouses and skirts. Go hit the showers," Coach said.
"Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack!" said the ducks and then they all skated off the ice, I swallowed hard, it was my turn. Once the ice was cleared, I made my way off the bench and onto the ice. I did a couple of laps around the arena, just getting my feet wet. Then I picked up my speed and I felt fantastic like I had never left the ice to begin with. Ollie gave me a thumbs up. After several more laps I had gotten the puck and stick that I had borrowed from the equipment manager and started to do a few dribbling drills and taking several shots on goal.
Bella's POV
I, Connie, and Julie took our showers and then headed back to the locker room to put everything away as I was just finishing up, Guy busted into the locker room and said, "You guys you have to see this."
I walked out with Charlie who just finished getting dressed down to the ice where we saw my brother, take a puck to the goal. CLANG the puck hit the post and went into the corner. "Oh, come on Banks you can do better than that," Adam said to himself as he chased down the puck and brought it back out to mid ice.
"I think that your brother is back," Charlie whispered in my ear.
"Look at him, he looks so happy," I said.
"Vah he does that's my guy," Gunnar said smiling.
"I almost want to get my stuff back on and take a spot between the pipes and go one on one with him," Julie said.
"Come on Adam, let's go! We are going to be late for Grandma's," Ollie yelled.
"Do I have to?" Adam whined.
"Yes, Adam I want to go and see her," I said.
When we arrived at Grandma's she was at the front door, waiting for us.
"Come in come in," Grandma said.
When we stepped in, I saw lots of art. Now I know where I picked up the drawing bug. "Grandma you did these?" I asked. Pointing to the potty that I saw above her television set on the entertainment center.
"Oh my, yes I started 20 years ago, I had to stop last year, my hands were getting gnarly. I got osteoporosis," she said as she showed us her hands. Several of her fingers were bent on each hand. Her knuckles were up on her hand and out of place. "I miss doing that, I can't even hold a pencil to a pad of paper and draw anymore," Grandma said.
"You used to draw? That's cool, Bella draws," Ollie said as we sat down at the kitchen table.
"Really?" Grandma asked bringing over some glasses, water, and a few snacks for us.
"Yeah but I am not very good at drawing self-portraits," I said.
"Oh, I wasn't either when I was younger, I was always doodling on something. I think that was one of the reasons that your grandfather fell in love with me," Grandma said as she sat down at the table.
"What was he like?" Ollie asked.
"Very much like you Oliver, always wanting to know the how, where, when and the why. He was very handsome. I have a picture of him when he was younger. Would you like to see him?" Grandma asked.
"Yeah," Ollie and I said together. Adam was rubbing against where he cut in the past.
"Adam? You okay, honey?" Grandma asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's something I do from time to time," Adam said as he smiled.
"Are you sure, because we can cut this short," Grandma said.
"No, it's okay. Ollie and Bella gave me the time to skate earlier, so I should return the favor. I'm sorry about that," Adam said.
"Okay, I will be right back," Grandma said as she got up from her table and grabbed a cane to help her walk to what I assumed was her bedroom.
Once she was gone, I whispered, "You're not thinking of doing something stupid, are you?"
"No, it's just nerves, I do it sometimes. When I am nervous. It's to help relieve the pressure from the cutting. Dr. Freeman said to do it," Adam said.
"Ollie is that true?" I asked.
"Yes," Ollie said.
"See all better, but I need some time alone with Gunnar," Adam said.
"Just as long as you don't do something stupid, Adam" I said.
"I promise I am not going to cut; I am not going to give into temptation," Adam said.
"What temptation?" Grandma asked as she rejoined us at the table.
"The temptation to cut," I said.
"BELLA!" Adam yelled.
"I already know all about it Adam," Grandma said.
"Really? I thought you would not know," Adam asked.
"Let me ask you something. Have you decided to make Jesus your savior?" Grandma asked.
"No," Adam said quietly.
"How come?" Grandma asked.
"Because I have felt unlovable," Adam said quietly.
"Let me guess; Phillip and Seraphina," Grandma said.
"Yeah, Dad didn't want to accept me for who I am," Adam said.
"Did you even go to church when you were young?" Grandma asked.
"No, well actually 2 times a year," Ollie said.
"Let me guess Christmas and Easter," Grandma said.
"How did you know that?" Bella asked.
"Because that is how it's been going for the last 5 or so years. Can't fill up the church on a Sunday, but then Easter and Christmas hit and suddenly the church is full. That's a shame, the Lord asks for you to talk to him daily. It even says so in the Bible," Grandma said.
"It does where?" I asked.
"In the Lord's Prayer; Give us this day our daily bread," Grandma said.
"I thought that was about food," Ollie said.
"Oh no, sweetheart that is far from it, 'Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.' Matthew 4:4," Grandma said.
"Oh," Ollie said.
"Do you not go to church out at Lakeshore, Adam?" Grandma asked.
"Yes, they make us go, but the preacher is so boring I usually get a lot of sleep from him," Adam said.
"Boring how so?" Grandma asked.
"He speaks in a monotone voice. It's like inflection in the voice is going to kill him or something," Adam said.
"Huh, I think you should come with me on Sunday, in fact invite everyone I will show you that not every pastor is bad, pastor Doug Richards is a ball," Grandma said.
"Oh, Grandma we would love too, but Adam, Michele, Gordon, Hans and I are flying back out to California on Saturday. Adam and I are driving back up to Lakeshore early the next morning, since the new crop of boys are supposed to be there that afternoon," Ollie said.
"Oh, maybe when you move home permanently. When will that be?" Grandma asked.
"In July," Adam said.
"I would be glad to come with you, Grandma," I said.
Grandma smiled at me before she said, "that does this old heart some good."
"I might not be able to make every Sunday because of schoolwork or working on holidays and vacations," I said.
"How come?" Grandma asked.
"Because of Hockey, we have to have B's or better in every class to play. Coach Orion is a stickler when it comes to that rule. I let my trigonometry grade slip for 2 weeks last semester and I was on the bench for those two weeks, every game and practice. It wasn't pretty, I had a visit with a recruiter from Wisconsin come and visit to watch me play. It was an embarrassment to tell him that I wasn't playing," I said.
"Sounds tough, why do you play for such a dictator?" Grandma asked.
"Because it's the best program for all of us and I am on scholarship. I would not have a place to go, if I didn't play with Eden Hall," I said.
"You do now, if you get tired of playing for him," Grandma said.
I smiled before I said, "Thanks for the offer Grandma. But I can't leave the ducks, Charlie would never forgive me. Especially without Adam playing," I said.
"Oh, I see, and you're not playing because of the cutting?" Grandma asked.
"Yep," Adam said.
"I will pray for you sweetheart. For all of you," Grandma said.
"Thanks Grandma," Ollie and I said together.
"Adam?" Grandma asked.
I elbowed him, "Ow, Yeah thanks Grandma," he said.
"Can we see Grandpa's picture now," I asked.
"Oh of course, here he is," Grandma said.
"Wow, he looks like you Ollie. He is handsome," I said.
"He does look a lot like Ollie. That was one of the reasons that I married him for his good looks. Of course, the uniform helped too," Grandma said with a small devilish smile.
"Grandma how old was he in this photo?" Ollie asked pointing to the photo that had him in his dress blues. At least what I assumed was dress blues. It was hard to tell because the photo was black and white.
"Just 22 in that photo. The one taken at the right is us on our wedding day. The day before he shipped out for boot camp," Grandma said.
"Man, you were a young bride, Grandma;" I said.
"Yes, I was 18," Grandma said.
"And your parents agreed to this?" I asked.
"Yes, my father served in the Great War, so he knew that I was marrying a respectable person. Plus, our families had known each other for years. I had finished high school June of 1941 and was working as a secretary, while we were courting. Your Grandfather asked me to marry him on Thanksgiving of 1941. We were going to get married in August of 1942," Grandma said.
"What happened, because you can see snow on the ground?" Ollie asked.
"Pearl Harbor, I assume you have learned about that in your history classes," Grandma said.
"No not really. It's like a 2-paragraph blurb in our history books," I said.
"Oh my, my, that's horrible. Well come on let's go to the living room, your old grandma needs to rest her bones in a more comfortable chair," Grandma said as she struggled to get up. I got worried about Grandma. I vowed that I was going to look in on her or call her to make sure everything was okay, daily. Luckily, Ollie helped her up and walked with her into the living room. Once Grandma was comfortable again, she told us stories for hours. She even told us that she was named after an old song "Come Josephine In My Flying Machine." I could not believe it, I told her I thought that it was a made-up song from Titanic. Which now; was my favorite movie.
December 30th, 1998
Gordon's POV
Michele and I had a horrible time trying to look at different houses within the Minneapolis-St. Paul area. They were too small, or way out of our price range. I needed a break, Baby Hans needed a change, so we decided to stop at Hans skate shop where Jan was busily working with a new display trying to make room inside the store.
"Hey Jan," I said as we walked through the door
"Hello Gordon, Michele," Jan said.
Hans babbled, "A-ee-A-oh-beee."
"Oh, did I forget the little one that is named after my brother? Hello Baby Hans," Jan said and then he kissed the top of his head.
"This little one needs a diaper change, I will be right back," Michele said.
"So, how's the house hunting going?" Jan said.
"Not going well, Jan. All the houses we have seen are either too small or way out of our price range, I don't know what we are going to do. I must have a home for us to move back to. Because I am sure that Adam and Ollie aren't going to want to share a room when they get back here.
"I think that I might have the perfect house for you kids," Jan said.
"What?" I asked.
"My house. Chloe has been trying to get me to move out of the house for years," Jan said.
Chloe was Jan's only daughter. She was one of the three girls I hugged at Hans funeral at the end of it. The other being Hans daughter Beth. I hugged Beth first, then Connie and finally Chloe. Both Beth and Chloe were living it up in New York City. "But if we buy your house, where would you move to?" I asked.
"In Hans old apartment in the back. I would need to clear it out in the back, but I am sure that Charlie, Bella and Gunnar would be glad to help me and get everything all set for me moving in here," Jan said.
"Jan, I don't know," I said.
"Would you at least take a look before you say no," Jan said.
"Well I suppose," I said.
Once Michele and Baby Hans were out of the bathroom; I told her what was going on. The next thing I knew we were pulling up to Jan's house. I had only been in the house once when Jan's wife Cheryl was sick. As a favor to Hans because he needed a piece of paper from Jan's house, and I was faster on my bike than what he would have been. The house hadn't changed in 20 years. Had the original maple cabinets from the 1960s in it. With an oven that was built into the cabinets.
"The oven quit working, a few years ago, but I just could not throw it out because of the space use in the cabinets," Jan said when we walked into the kitchen.
"It has potential," I said.
"Gordon," Michele said to me.
We continued to walk through the house, it seemed that structurally everything was good. It has 4 bedrooms on the upper floor. Enough for us and three of the four kids that we had currently in our possession.
"Gordon there is no room for one of the kids," Michele said.
"Actually Michele, I had the basement piped for plumbing years ago, but it was never finished. So, there is room if you would finish the basement," Jan said.
"I remember when you did that, just before Cheryl got sick," I said. Cheryl was Jan's wife for 20 years she had breast cancer and was gone within a year of the diagnosis. I was 15 at the time of her death. Hans was dealing with the divorce from his ex at the time, that was a tough year for the Frederiksen family. Both Hans and Jan came to America as young boys. I think that Hans was 10 and Jan was like 6 or 7, their mother was 28 and their father was 33 when their family immigrated to America. Hans told me one time they came to escape the aftermath left by the great war. Their mother moved back to Norway in the 1980s, she died shortly after the Ducks won the Gold Medal in the Jr. Goodwill Games. Their father died in the mid-1950s. Both Hans and Jan served in WW2 once they were in, they were granted their citizenship.
"Yep, after she died, I couldn't finish it. It was our project, something we wanted to do since we bought the house," Jan said.
"Gordon, I don't know, it needs a lot of work," Michele said.
"Yeah, but it's all cosmetic work. Right Jan?" I asked.
"Oh yah, except for the plumbing and electrical work in the basement, its cosmetic. The kitchen will need to be redone but I will make you a deal, I will give you the house for way under the market value because you have lots to do, to get it ready for July. In fact, the workers could probably get started in the basement, while I am moving out;" Jan said.
"I don't know," Michele said.
I pulled Michele with me to the living room, "Michele listen to me, I say we buy the house, flip it and then when Ollie, Adam and Bella all move out in a few years, sell it and make a bundle," I said.
"You sure it will work; how long will all of this work take?" Michele asked.
"Well I am thinking probably six months, but if we take our time moving home, They should be done by the time that we pull the moving van into the driveway," I said.
"What about the adoption?" Michele asked.
"What about it, it could be pushed back to August and besides, we are going to have the in-home visit out in California," I said.
"Well I suppose," Michele said.
I kissed her before I said, "You're the best." I then turned to Jan and said, "Jan you've got a deal."
"Excellent, Gordon," Jan said.
I had Tom Moreau take a tour of the home that evening, he said that he had a buddy that just got done with a project and was looking for the next project. The next day the contractor was hired, and Michele and I spent New Year's Day running to different places to get paint, tile, carpeting and wood trim samples to take home to be picked out for the house remodel. That was going to start once the house passed inspection and the permits were signed by the city. With any luck, the contractors would be getting started by the end of January. We were thankful that we didn't have to take the house down to the studs.
Charlie's POV
I was dragged away from Bella to do the one thing that I love and hate: CAR SHOPPING! Especially when it wasn't for a car for me.
"I want to do the car shopping for me," I whined to my mother.
"You need to be quiet. There is no way Fred, and I are going to put you into a brand-new car," My mother said.
Fred and mom worked out their differences and Fred moved back in on Thanksgiving weekend. He said that he was perfectly happy with just having me as his son. He realized that when he saw how much physical activity his younger sister went through with wrestling with a young one. The young one was his 2-year-old nephew, His sister was 39 years old. The exact same age that mom would be if they had a baby together during the next year. But if she ever felt the need to pull the goalie, he would be armed and ready to try. That was disgusting to think about that between the two of them. I could not look at Bella for a week.
My stepfather ended up buying a brand-new to him jeep; what surprised me more than anything was what came next.
"You ready to go home?" Fred asked with the paperwork in his hands. We were in the customer lounge. I was looking at the brand-new models of Jeeps brochure.
"Yes absolutely," Mom said.
But I noticed something, Fred hadn't cleaned out his old car to give to the dealer. "Uh Fred aren't you going to clean out your stuff out of the old jeep?" I asked.
"Oh, your right I do have to do something with the old jeep, what to do, what to do. Oh I know," Fred said, then he tossed the keys to me and said. "She's all yours, Charlie."
"What? No, I can't mom should get a better car not me," I said.
"Charlie you know how to drive a manual. I don't, take the jeep," Mom said.
"Fred are you… are you sure? Because if you're not we could," I said.
"Charlie it's a done deal you need a car," Fred said.
I hugged him, that was the first time that I expressed any emotion to the man first. "Thank you, Fred," I said.
"You welcome, Charlie we will sign the paperwork when we get home," Fred said.
"Can I go and show Bella?" I asked mom.
"Can you wait until after the paperwork is signed, the car is cleaned out and then you can go and show Bella?" Mom asked.
"Yes," I said.
By the end of the night Bella and I were at lookout point looking at the stars, we had to christen the jeep at least we finally had a private love nest again, granted it wasn't an actual place where we could lay down, but it was a start. At least it was nice and private.
December 31st, 1998
Adam's POV
I had been sitting on the bench in the locker room wiping down the pair of skates that Jan let me borrow. I had spent the last few days after practice doing some skills work. Today Julie got into the goal after practice to give me a little practice one on one with the goalie, for a little while.
{Flashback to December 29th, 1998}
The ducks won their game against Providence Academy. Ollie and I brought Grandma and she seemed to enjoy herself, especially when Bella was on the Ice. Although she was scared a few times when Bella would get up against the boards and a defenseman for the other side would attempt to get the puck from her. I had to remind her again and again that Bella was okay. It was part of the game. It was funny when during the closing minutes of the third period Bella had gotten blocked by a defender and after Bella passed it to Charlie, Grandma yelled at the defender, "HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO MY GRAND BABY?"
Ollie and I chuckled together and then said, "Grandma it's part of the game."
"Still that was really hard, they could break her," Grandma said.
"Trust me, Grandma if she were hurt, we would know it. She doesn't hide injuries like Mr. Hotshot over there," Ollie said.
"And what injuries have you hidden?" Grandma asked.
"It was nothing, just a sprain wrist. I was fine and it happened 4 years ago," I said.
"Don't forget you hid the cutting and the bulimia from us as well," Ollie said.
"You are never going to let me live that down, are you?" I asked.
"Nope," Ollie said.
"Adam am I going to have to come out there and make sure you are taking care of yourself?" Grandma asked.
"You wouldn't dare?" I asked.
"I just might, I need to look after you and make sure everything is well," Grandma said.
"Great just what I need you aren't going to let me make my own mistakes?" I said under my breath.
"What was that sweetie?" Grandma asked.
"Nothing," I said.
By the end of the game. Grandma asked, "What are Eden Hall's colors?"
"Red, White, Black with a little yellow trim, Why?" I asked.
"I am going to have a friend of mine, make me a scarf so I can wear it to the games and cheer on my baby granddaughter. She does great work with scarfs. I think I have red and white, but I am unsure of the colors," Grandma said.
"How about I buy you a Warriors -,' Ollie started to say, and I stared at him. 'I meant Ducks sweatshirt."
"Oh, no Ollie sweetie the scarf will do fine. This way I am not taking your hard-earned money," Grandma said.
{End of Flashback}
Ollie had a video camera with him and stuck it in my face and said, "So what are you doing, Adam?"
"Get that out of my face. You know what I am doing," I said.
"I know that, but they don't know what you're doing," Ollie said.
"Who's this they you keep talking about? You have been doing this for the last couple of days, it's annoying," I said.
"Just humor me Adam," Ollie said.
I rolled my eyes before I said, "I'm drying my skates inside and outside so there is no excess moisture on the skate. Then I am going to examine the boot and blades to make sure everything is in place and the skate does not need sharpening." After two or three minutes I then ran my fingernail along the blades.
"What are you doing now?" Ollie asked.
"Doing the fingernail test, I have to rub my thumbnail across the blade to make sure it's not too dull. If it's too dull then I need to get the skates sharpened," I said.
"Does that hurt?" Ollie asked.
"Nope, it's just a scratch across the nail, If they don't make a scratch across the nail then I will know that they need sharpening," I said.
"So, if they need sharpening they go where?" Ollie asked.
"They go to the skate sharpener and the pro shop guy will sharpen them. Usually I will take them to Jan because he will give me a discount for getting my skates sharpened, if I am here," I said.
"So, if you're lucky enough to get to practice out at Lakeshore where will you take them to get sharpened?" Ollie asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. But I doubt that will happen, Dr. Binford is very against blades being there," I said.
"So, if you're lucky you will have to research it," Ollie said.
"Yeah, I guess. There; good as gold and now the other way," I said as I pulled my skate up to my eye level and ran my fingertip down the blade on both sides.
"So, what are you checking now?" Ollie asked.
"Checking to see if I feel any dings or nicks. If I do and it's big then I must get some attention to get the ding out. Since the puck didn't hit my skates too badly today I should be ok but it's best to double check just in case," I said as I ran my finger down the blade Then I dug out my blade guards and started to put them on the blades.
"What are those?" Ollie asked.
"Are you shitting me?" I asked annoyed.
"No," Ollie said.
I rolled my eyes; these are blade guards they protect the blade from getting damage on it and getting anything else cut while it's in my hockey bag. When I get back to the Moreau's I need to take the skates out of my bag and let the skates finish air drying which should take a couple of hours. Now is there anything else you need to see, because I don't need you following me with that camera in the shower," I said as I put my skates in the bag and started to undress.
Ollie took the video camera down from his eye and turned off the camera and started to put it away and said, "Nope I am all done. I got all that I needed. Besides, I am almost out of tape, I got a lot of footage today."
"What's all this for?" I asked.
"I told you your future," Ollie said.
"Yeah right, I don't know why I am getting my hopes up. Nothing will change about them," I said.
"You never know," Ollie said.
"Well excuse me for keeping my glass at half empty it's just easier. That way I don't get my hopes up to have them dashed by God! Since he obviously likes to dangle something in front of me and then takes it away and says whoops Adam I am just kidding," I said.
"Go get your pessimistic ass in the shower you stink! We are going out tonight, make sure you clean up nice for Gunnar so you can kiss him at midnight," Ollie said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said as I was making my way to the shower.
Ollie's POV
I felt bad for having to lie to Adam, but I was working on a project in secret. The other day I was helping Grandma trying to locate her red and white yarn so she could give it to this friend that made scarves. Adam had gone home with Gordon and Michele, claiming he had a headache and needed to lay down.
"Ollie maybe the yarn is in the tub on the top shelf of my closet. You can reach up there better than I can," Grandma said.
"Sure Grandma,' I said as I opened the closet door. 'Man, these are nice shelves." I had taken Woodshop as an elective in High School. I wasn't particularly good, but it was worth the easy credit.
"Your Grandfather made those for me, when we put the bathroom in the next room," Grandma said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, when we bought the house it didn't have a bathroom in it at all. Your Grandfather split the bedrooms where the bathroom is now and made a bathroom. Then I told him that I wasn't going to have just one bathroom in the house and demanded he make another bathroom just off the kitchen. Just big enough for a toilet and sink and that's it. I was pregnant with your uncle Nicodemus at the time," Grandma said.
"You said that Grandpa came home from the war when?" I asked.
"Christmas eve of 45, he surprised the ever-living stuffing out of me. Did not even tell me he was coming home. Showed up at the church and said, `Merry Christmas; is this seat taken?' I swear Ollie, dear I thought Pastor Gilbert was going to have a heart attack, with how I screamed in church that night," Grandma said.
"But I thought that the Japanese surrendered in September of 45?" I asked.
"August 14, 1945," Grandma said.
"Ok so August it took him four months to get home?" I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes, it did. Ollie you must remember in those days it took about 3 weeks to get across the ocean from Japan. He was still on patrol for August, September, October, and part of November. Waiting for orders to come home. Those orders came on November 15th, he said he was somewhere in the south pacific it was 3 and ½ weeks before he got to San Francisco. They were 4 days getting him processed out of the Navy, so that would have been the 14th of December. He was until the next Friday getting a train ride home because people were doing a lot of traveling to get home for the holidays. He didn't get to Chicago until Christmas Eve morning, was able to get on a train to St. Paul which took a good 10 hours to get here, he knew that we would be going to the candlelight service at 10:30pm and he showed up at 10:45pm Christmas Eve. Which is good because that is exactly what I wanted from Santa for Christmas," Grandma said.
"Wow and then you got uncle Nicodemus as a belated Christmas gift that year as well?" I asked as I tugged on a tub.
"Yes, he goes by Nick. Where he got Nick, I don't know," Grandma said.
Just then a smallish box tumbled out of the top of the closet, I quickly caught it.
"Oh, that thing, I don't know what your Aunt Samantha and Uncle Billy were thinking last year when they gave it to me. I'm 75 years old. What am I going to do with a video camera?" Grandma asked.
"Could I borrow it?" I asked.
"I'll tell you what if you can make good use out of that thing, you can have it," Grandma said.
The box was still sealed, I hoped that it still worked. I took practice filming on baby Hans while I was figuring out how to use it, luckily it still worked and an idea formed in my head, Adam's future but I had to be sneaky at first.
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