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PAGE 4 The whole family squeezed together around the table on a collection of mismatched chairs, assembled for the occasion from parlour, kitâ€" chen, attic and barn. All the rich, steaming, tasty, homeâ€"grown, homeâ€"cooked food. Everybody leaning back in his chair, loudly resisting repeated offers of another helping. Finally, lying in bed, on crisp, cool linen, covered with a patchwork quilt, a mosaic of castâ€" off dresses, bits of curtain, old shirts, scraps of memory. Through the frostâ€"etched window a million brilliant stars light the silent, holy night. You can see it. A sleigh squeaking down the farm house road through the windbreak of cedars with bells ringing. People stamping snow off their fee in the doorway and unwinding mufflers as they shout and laugh greetings to each other. A plump lady, her face pink from her labors at the wood stove, drying her hands on her apron, kissing her grown children one by one as they come home for the holidays. 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[ 1588 2 \ SE q ws ear l #â€"=~â€"_. @ is . * *L FOR RESERVATIONS CALL MOTOR HOTEL ;, 600 DOIxXON ROaAÂ¥D Joint tenancy is common among spouses. If however there should be a separation or divorce either party may wish to draw a Will leaving his entire estate to say, the children â€" or another By Doreen Fawcett At this time of year, editors are allowed to inâ€" dulge in a little nostalgia and as this year our youngest daughter has asked the question, ‘"is there really a Santa Claus?" I thought you A. These are two of the several ways that land may be jointly owned. Let us assume the simple case of A and B each owning a half interest in a parcel of land. If the land is owned in joint tenancy, when one joint tenant dies his half must go to the surviving joint tenant and nothing that is said in the Will of the deceased conâ€" cerning that land can have any effect. If the land is owned in tenancy in common the rule is the reverse, and when one tenant dies his interest goes to the person named in his Will â€" or acâ€" cording to the rules of inâ€" testacy, if he has no will. Q. What is the difference between a joint tenancy and a tenancy in common? Yes Tracy there is a Santa Claus Each year as the Christâ€" mas season approaches we think back of our own childâ€" hood Christmases and remember the innocent, unâ€" complicated joy we felt and how eagerly we awaited the great day. Now, as adults, we still look forward to Christmas with anticipation but with a deeper feeling as a brief period of peace and serenity â€" a promise of love and good wi?l that perhaps will someday prevail in a world that is now filled with violence and chaos. It is a joyous season to be shared with family and friends and we celebrate around a beautiful table set with our finest china and silver. The most memorable part of Christmas, however, m a y well be the part we cannot see or toucgl, the spirit of love and perpetual hope we all have. OUR OW N SPIRIT Two joint owners may hold in any proportion, one half each, three quarters to one quarter or nine tenths to one tenth. There may be three joint owners and they may hold any proportion. The mode of holding may be mixed, A and B may hold half of the land between them by joint tenancy and C, D and E may hold the other half by Tenancy in Common. There are literally an infinite number of combinations that interests in land may be held. might like to know how I answered her. My answer was somewhat different to the answer given by an editor of another Times to a girl named Virginia many years ago. But then he probably hadn‘t had a Christmas Eve visit person. In this case a lawyer should be consulted. He can break the joint tenancy and convert it into a tenancy in common very easily. This of course could be a two edged sword and may operate against the party breaking the jointure, that is the other joint tenant may die first and the person who has broken the jointure would not inherit. POINT OF LAW FABRIC CITY‘S JANUARY FABRIC SALE 6077 "BONNIE HIGHLAND WOOLS" Plains & Matching Prints Assorted Colours raclicing cAawyer Reg. 5.98 SPECIAL ALL PRICES ARE EFFECTIVE STARING MONDAY DEC. 29 ,__ and for the month of Januaryâ€" or until stocks are depleted. s $3â€"" yd. One uncle had managed to get away from his job in a munitions factory to join us and as luck would have it, another uncle was on leave from the Merchant Navy â€" between convoys â€" and had joined us. My father, a Battery Sergeant was unable to leave his searchlights and guns surrounding London although as it turned out, there were no air raids on that night or the following night. The Norfolk area was a relatively safe place to be during wartime England, but the odd crater appeared after a raid on nearby Coventry had been thwarted by night fighters and reâ€" treating bombers would unload on the way back to Holland. Local village children would be suitably impressed by our nonâ€" chalance as we ignored these My mother and a couple of aunts had managed to acquire a big old house outside the village and 19 of us gathered around the fire to roast chestnuts and finish decorating the Christmas from the jolly gentleman from which to draw a perâ€" sonal experience. But I have. It was a Christmas in the forties. A bunch of us London kids were evacuated to a little town in Norfolk called Kings Lynn. We had never seen so much snow â€" not the grey slush of city streets but big piles of white fluffy stuff â€" just right for making snowmen. SAVE 50% â€"70% REMNANT TABLE REMNANT SALE That Christmas will live in my memory always. Uncle Frank is gone now but I shall always be grateful that he was there to hold the reinâ€" deer while Santa came in to see a bunch of homesick little evacuees. Suddenly I realized that Uncle Frank was not there. I asked anxiously where he was, afraid he would miss seeing Santa and perhaps not get 2 present. Someone told me he was outside holding the reindeer and then Santa gave me a present to give my Uncle when he came in. Just as suddenly as he arrived â€" Santa was gone â€" and I forgot to go to the window to see the sleigh fly away. I didn‘t hear the knock but suddenly there he was â€" Santa Claus had arrived and I am not sure if he came down the chimney or through the door. I remember being so excited‘l.‘lfi&%l‘m‘t find my voice to th him for my present â€" with my R@me on it. He moved around to all * the children and even had something in his sack for the adults. To get back to the Christmas Eve in my story : We chattered excitedly about the next morning and speculation grew as we discussed gifts we had asked for. The mothers tried to hurry us away to bed. Santa wouldn‘t come if there were any children awake, we were told. minor irritations and told of seeing rows of houses levelled back home. ON OUR