Book Board Chat

As a little boy, my father would accompany his mom to church. Often the choir would sing a song from the hymnal, and not yet knowing how to read,he understood it to be "Gladly, the cross-eyed bear". He wasolder before he discovered they were really singing "Gladly the cross I bear. When he admitted it to us, we made sure he got a cross-eyed bear from Santa the following Christmas and, after many years "Gladly" lives on with my sister and proudly sits in his own little chair under the tree each Christmas.