My happiest Christmas I recall was a Christmas Eve back in 1976 when I as 8 years old. We had been invited to the homes of several people and I could not have been happier to experience the hospitality, generosity and love of so many.   One of the homes we visited was of the Larson’s who lived in the City of Richmond on Sea Island, which is the same Island where the Vancouver International Airport is located. I still remember arriving at their door, and the rich aroma of food. I remember Betty Larson welcoming us in with her broad smile and bright and gregarious laugher. She gave me a hug and held in her arms. (more…)