Shirley
Jean [a.k.a. Sadie] was allowed to slip down and get her sock before everyone
else was up. We only stipulated that it should not be too early morning. I put
a book in the top of it, so as to keep her quiet till we were up. After
breakfast she was allowed to take off gifts and hand them around and was delighted.
It was another “skimpy Xmas,” with everyone well-remembered. – Ina Dobson, Christmas
1936

Next
she surveyed the tree, noting gifts that weren’t there as she went to bed. Yes,
Santa had been here.
A
little fire burned in the grate, as if someone had tended it during the night. She
pulled her rocking chair nearer to the fireplace and began to read her book.
Soon
Gramps appeared and put more wood on the fire. As soon as he had stoked the
fire in the old kitchen range and put on a pot of coffee, he and Sadie examined
the contents of his stocking. Sadie couldn’t understand his delight with a
little bottle of something and a little tin of something else and a pair of
wool socks, but Gramps seemed to think it was the best. Then he went to the barn to do the chores.

And
so, Christmas 1935 drew to a close, just as every Christmas does. But our farm
family will extend the holiday with visiting, enjoying their gifts, eating the good
nutritious food that the farm provides, and just being with the folks at the farm once again.
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Shirley Jean & Ethel |
Note:
The question arises from time to time as to Sadie’s identity. Sadie is totally
fictitious but based upon what Grandma Ina wrote in her letters about her first
granddaughter, Shirley Jean. My purpose is simply to imagine an old-time
Christmas with my grandmother, Ina Dobson, because today my husband and I are the
caretakers of her house. KW
3 comments:
This has been a wonderful story, beautifully told, and even brings back memories of my yesteryear. Maybe I will sometime go deeper into yesteryear, but not too soon, I hope. Thank you for sharing your writing talents with us. Have a really Happy New Year.
I agree with Chuck. This has been a great story and it was filled with warmth, humor, and the spirit of Christmas. Thank you!
Thank you, Chris and Chuck, for your kind comments. It was a day-by-day endeavor, so sometimes the twists and turns didn't come out just right. I just want to share the celebration of a simpler time and if that came through, then I am more than pleased.
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