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The Christmas Pin Society
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Chapter Two
Angel, Hannah, Belinda, Kathy, and myself, Emma Perillo, were as distinctive and vibrant as the pins we wore. Angel Nolan, who started it all with my candy cane pin, was a pleasant woman who had a robust concern for her family. Her husband, Joe, used to say that Angel was the first to rise in the morning, and the last to bed at night. Her faithful attendance to her three children was unprecedented, and her energy seemed inexhaustible. She had two boys, John, the eldest, and Joe Jr.; her daughter, Alice, was the youngest. They seemed to like their mom's active school volunteering, and didn't fuss much about helping her keep the house in order. The family's ties were strong and loving.
Belinda Stofferson was a dear friend to us all. She was married to an equally endearing man, Paul, who thought the world of her. Although Belinda had no children of her own, she was well loved by all of ours, and affectionately referred to as "Aunt Belinda". She remembered all their birthdays and special school events. When any one of our children was sick with a cold she was at the door ~ before the child could say "aah-choo"~ with a pot of her delicious, healing chicken soup. She was gentle, compassionate, and a blessing to our group.
My husband, Frank, and I have two beautiful children; Ben and Isabel. We have done our best to live purposeful lives with love and tradition, while passing on that way of being to our children.
Active family lives and growing children did not hinder our friendships from remaining attentive, loving, and fruitful; rather it added to it. And our newly established Christmas-pin lunches were just another extension of our creative imaginations.
Year after year not one of us missed a lunch; except for Kathy, when her son, Alex, had the flu. Year after year we gave our thanks, ate our delectables, and savored the moment of giving and receiving our new Christmas pins. For twenty-two years the Christmas Pin Society, as we came to call ourselves, continued its tradition. We never thought of it ending ~until it did.
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