Out of the welter of Christmas plans comes this letter and how I wish I were coming to you with it. I hope and trust you’ll be with friends and be cheered and happy. – Ina
It’s
Sunday, December 1, 1931. Dinner is over, the dishes are done, and the kitchen
is tidy once more. Ina now rests in her rocking chair near the dining room
window, her open Bible in her lap. I have already surpassed her age by nearly
15 years, but I feel no match for her wisdom and depth.
As was her custom on a Sunday afternoon, Ina pondered the scripture presented at that morning’s church service, watching as the stubble fields turn a lovely shade of deep pink in reflection of a vibrant sunset. Ina never tired of these “magnificent effects,” and neither do I. Daylight is fast fading, and it’s already too dark to read the fine print of her Bible, so she sits deep in thought.
Eventually though, the cares of the day stole in upon her. The Depression as well as loss of access to market had impoverished them, but Ina resolved to put these worries behind her, at least until spring. A sort of spirit of battle came over her, and she felt the challenge to outwit circumstances. “We’re going to have a big time this hard times Christmas,” she resolved. “Everything looks different when you look at it from Robinson Crusoe’s standpoint, surrounded by a sea of depression, and things show up at a more real value. We appreciate the actual value of things. So, we’re going to have a very merry Christmas.” KW
Ina had the right idea and it's the right idea for any era. Looking forward to your posts this advent season.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris. I think I can keep up with it, but I might be repetitious. At some point I can't remember what I've read, thought about, written, or already posted.
ReplyDeleteI agree that Ina had the right idea.