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THIS FRIDAY, JANUARY 3, marks the 27th year since my father, Ben R. Ezzell, died after nearly 50 years as editor and publisher of The Canadian Record. It also marks
THE GOOD OLD DAYS that so many people fondly remember mostly exist in their own highly selective memories. I do not normally dwell in the days of yore. However, I do remember the “Good Old Days,” when commercial Christmas and religious Christmas—Advent—began at about the same time.
Now, though, the former begins around Labor Day—if not before—effectively severing any connection it once had with the latter. With each passing year, the Christmas selling season seems to begin earlier, and threatens to engulf both of the holidays in its path.