FIRST MEMORIES OF PAT ROBERTSON

I REMEMBER GOING TO GRANDPA AND GRANDMA COLE'S HOUSE. IT WAS ALWAYS A TREAT TO GO THERE BECAUSE GRANDPA COLE KEPT CHOCOLATE CANDY KISSES AND GUM IN A TRUNK IN THE LIVING ROOM.

HE WOULD GIFT US WITH SPEARMINT GUM AND CHOCOLATE KISSES IF WE WOULD RECITE A VERSE OR POEM. I REMEMBER SAYING THIS ONE:

OLE SANTA CLAUS, COMING DOWN THE CHIMNEY

I TELL YOU HE GOT BLACK.

HE GOT SOOT ALL OVER HIS HAIR AND WHISKERS, ALL OVER HIS PRECIOUS BACK.

THE NEXT TIME SANTA COMES TO MY HOUSE

I'LL CLEAN OUT MY CHIMNEY AND FLU.

THE COLE HOUSE WAS BUILT ON A HILL AND THE BACK PART OF THE HOUSE WAS BUILT SO THAT THERE WAS A GOOD BIT OF SPACE UNDERNEATH. WE KIDS WOULD CRAWL UNDER IT AND EAT THE CHOCOLATE KISSES THAT WE EARNED BY OUR RECITATIONS.

Uncle Archie's bit:

If I can share Arch's story he told me in the past it's this!

Arch said when they lived on a farm in the woods near Teneha, a neighbor came to visit at mealtime! He was asked to join them for the meal. He politely declined saying, “No thank you. I just ‘et’!”