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
"What
time is it anyway?" – Sadie wondered. Gram had said she shouldn’t get up too
early. Was it too early now? Just then the old clock in the living room struck
5:00, and she was sure that Gramps would be up soon anyway. As quietly as any
little girl could, she crept downstairs and peaked around the corner into the
living room. There was her stocking hanging on the mantel where she had left it, only it was all lumpy with the stuff that Santa had put in it. Someone had
thoughtfully left a stool so that she could reach it down. In the very top was
a new book, one that she could read all by herself. Searching further she found
candy, gum, a little doll, a popcorn ball, a new hanky, etc. Then she repacked
the stocking, except for the book.
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.
For
some reason, the others were not so early to arise, but as soon as breakfast
was over, they gathered in the living room to open gifts. With Aunt Shirley’s
help, Sadie read tags and passed the gifts to the recipients, that is, until she
could no longer ignore her own pile.
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.
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.
Post a Comment