I had a part in a Nativity play I was Joseph, the leading
actor. Every boy in the school wanted to
be near the girl that played the lead female part. Deanna.
Deanna was Mary. I had long since
been in love with her, so of course I was devastated when I got ill and had to
be hospitalized. No end seemed in
sight. The doctors could not find out
what ailed me. I went through a battery
of test and still no results and not feeling any better. The Christmas season was fast approaching and
I was feeling depressed.
Sick and in
hospital how miserable can that be? Then
I got a gift a pair of Cowboy guns and holster. My spirits perked up. Still sick but in a much better mood. Then one evening a man came visiting whom I
had never seen before, and he took a picture of me, standing on my bed with my
guns drawn. He promised to return a later with a copy of the photograph. My mood changed miraculously and I began to
feel better. The spirit of Christmas was
in the air again. Oh! How I love
this festive season of the year. Soon
come the day that I was to be discharged the man had not returned with the
picture of me. I was packed and ready
and waiting for my parents to pick me up.
I sat on my bed feeling very sad and pensive. May be I would never see
the man who took the picture of me again.
Then I would never see how I looked?
However, remember this is Christmas just as I remove my
hands from my eyes the man came rushing in, waving my
picture over his head.
I love it! I look great! I was overjoyed. I remember Christmas.
Art sick and in hospital I copied from a photograph taken of
me. The first illustration I sold to a collector. While painting a second
rendition of this photograph I noticed my father’s hand writing what he wrote
will always be in the fore front of my mind and my wish is that it will ever
guide my actions. He wrote {why were you born.
All about water Baptism}.
Love
Rowan Abbensetts
Folk Incognito Blog Master
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