I really liked Ellin’s suggestion that people think and post about a time in their lives when they were hopeful or joyful. And I was delighted when she was willing to write the first one.

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November 22, 2020

Memories of joy
by Ellin Snow, Lynnwood, Washington

The Covid-19 pandemic has been going on for two-thirds of a year now, and it is taking not only a physical but, especially, an emotional toll on us. It is hard to find good news these days. I know that I need to recall times in my life when I have experienced great happiness, just to remind myself that these moments of pleasure will return again one day.

With that in mind, I suggested to Ruth that she ask folks to share a time when they experienced hope or joy. She invited me to start this off by telling you my story.

My brother was about to marry his sweetheart on Sunday, June 17, 1962. I was really excited about being a bridesmaid at their wedding. My life was a good one, though there was a great yearning not fulfilled in own marriage. For three years, due to some medical issues, my husband and I had not succeeded in starting a family. Thankfully, I wasn’t focused on my own situation three nights before this wedding, as we were celebrating at a rehearsal dinner at our parents’ home.

I heard their phone ring and then was called into the kitchen by my mom who said the call was for me. I thought that was rather strange, but I went to answer it. The call was from a shirttail relative who was also my obstetrician. He’d tried to reach me at my home, but when he could not, he tried my parent’s house. He was calling to tell me that one of his colleagues had a young unmarried patient who was due to deliver her baby in another month and, because of her youth and life situation, wanted to put that baby up for adoption. If my husband and I were interested in possibly adopting that child, we needed to sit down with the other doctor the next day. Did we desire to do so and could we make it downtown at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow?

Did we and could we? Absolutely, yes! So the rest of this true story is filled with joy, as we had our interview, heard what we needed to know and seemed to have pleased the doctor who was going to deliver this child. In 1962, Independent Private Adoptions were legal in Illinois, pending a study of the adoptive parents, which we completed early the following week. The wedding on Sunday was great fun, and a few weeks later, our daughter made her entrance into the world and into our hearts where she has stayed for all of these years!

I am looking forward to having our spirits lifted by reading the pieces of joy that other folks will share here.

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