Lost & Found

To you, jeanne, every morning is Christmas morning,” my husband said to me one day. Maybe that was because I grew up during the Great Depression in a tiny New York State farming village. Or maybe it was because of what actually happened there one unforgettable Christmas morning.

- Jeanne Floersheimer

Kim, our long-haired collie mix, was my shadow, a constant playmate and companion. Waiting by the front door for me to come home every day from school, Kim was the substitute for the brothers and sisters I never had.