A Yuletide Yarn
My aunt?s fianc? got more than he bargained for on Christmas Eve back in 1959.
By Frederick Findlen
I was five years old during the Christmas season of 1959, growing up on a potato farm in Aroostook County in northern Maine. My Aunt Polly was engaged to a Massachusetts fellow whom the family had never met. Gordon, a tall thin man with a peculiar accent, showed up that Yuletide so that we could get to know him.One age-old way for a new beau to impress a family was to please the children. They in turn would work on the adults to accept him. This was Gordy's strategy. And so on the snowy afternoon before Christmas he asked all of us kids to go bowling with him.
