Bekendmaking winnaar Winterwedstrijd

Voor de feestdagen kreeg u de kans om een prachtige digitale fotocamera te winnen door uw mooiste familieherinnering opgedaan tijdens de feestdagen te delen met ons. Wij hebben mooie verhalen en foto’s mogen ontvangen via ons emailadres, Facebookpagina’s en weblogs.

Wij hebben besloten de inzendingen te verdelen in foto’s en verhalen.

Zonder verder oponthoud maken wij hierbij de winnende foto bekend:

Maria Gabriela gefeliciteerd met de prijs, wij nemen contact met u op.

Hieronder het winnende verhaal van Leota Basque – wij nemen ook contact op met u!

My Special Christmas Gift

Christmas was a special time for my brother, sister and I. It was a time to dream. We would start early in November, leafing through the pages of our two year old Sears catalogue, writing our Christmas wish lists. This usually consisted of the whole toy selection.

Mom would always find a way to remind us that Christmas was about more than just getting everything we wanted. So, filled with guilt, by mid-December, we managed to narrow our lists down to only ten things, although we knew we would only actually get one or two items on our list. It sure was nice to dream though!

I’ll never forget the year I wanted a guitar. I wanted one just like my Dad’s, a big brown acoustic guitar!

“Mom and Dad could never afford that”, my brother and sister tried to convince me. In my heart, I knew they were right. Our family didn’t have a lot of money, especially for a big purchase such as a guitar. That didn’t stop me though.

Mom always told us that if we were sincere, our prayers would be answered. “That’s what I’ll do”, I thought. I didn’t join my brother and sister in writing lists that year, for a guitar was all I wanted. Christmas morning came. There was nothing under the tree that even resembled a guitar.

While fighting the tears, I tried to hide my disappointment as I opened my gifts. I didn’t want to hurt mom and dad, when I knew they had done their best.

When everyone was finished opening their gifts, my dad left the room. When he came back he was holding his guitar, and on it was taped a big blue bow. When he started towards me I began to cry. I could not believe that my dad would give up his most prized possession for me. Although that guitar was far from new, it meant more to me than anything in the world.

It meant that my dad loved me. I no longer have that guitar, but the love my father gave me that day, I will always have.

Wij willen iedereen bedanken voor hun deelname. U kunt altijd uw familieherinneringen en foto’s met ons delen via stories@myheritage.com.

De Beste Wensen en wij hopen nog meer mooie verhalen en foto’s met u te delen in de komende maanden.