Dear Friends,
Today is the Winter Solstice. I love this day. In fact, I might say, it is my favorite day of the year. Of course, my friend, Mary, says I say that about every day!
Indeed, it is magical. Enjoy the day, the darkness, the peace of this winter's night before we begin heading back towards the long days of summer.
As always,
Lou Ann
Friday, December 21, 2018
Thursday, December 20, 2018
Christmas in the Trenches...
Perhaps I am like everyone else waiting and watching for
the one Christmas miracle. There is always the story of the reporter out on the
streets of New York looking for the miracle (or maybe that was a TV movie?)
With Christmas 2018 just days away I knew it was time to
review two of my favorite miracle stories that happened many years ago.
In some ways it is hard to imagine that just a few are
still alive who can tell us the stories. Luckily for us we rely on writers and
storytellers and musicians who continue to bring the stories to life for us.
I met John McCutcheon years ago at the National
Storytelling Festival in Tennessee. I bought my ticket weeks ahead of time so I
would not miss his performance. On the evening of his show I found myself, as
well as several hundred storytellers, under the tent on that October night. The
stage was full of instruments from banjo to piano to guitar to mandolin, and
all were to be played by McCutcheon. For a full hour he played and sang and
wowed us. Towards the end of the show he grew quiet as he began singing his
signature piece, “Christmas in the Trenches.” It would be easy to say there was
not a dry eye under the big tent. It is the story of the Christmas truce on
Christmas Eve, 1914. The story within the song tells us how the British and the
German soldiers put down their weapons and crossed into No Man’s Land briefly
to hold this truce. It is said they traded cigarettes, songs and played soccer
together. There are historical letters and photographs in the archives in
Britain to piece this story together. The stories say that the Germans sang
“Stille Nacht” and the Britons sang back. We also need to keep in mind that
these were just young boys away from home for the first time deep in the
trenches of war.
In another wonderful story we find the people of North
Platte, Nebraska the center of a story beginning on Christmas of 1941. This
story was documented fully in the book, “Once Upon a Town,” by Bob Greene. The
folks in North Platte heard their sons were coming through town on the train on
Christmas. They wanted to greet their sons and send them off to war properly so
they organized a welcoming committee to meet the train with food and gifts for
their boys.
They were quite surprised when the train arrived with other young
men and not their own. It didn’t take long for the folks of North Platte to
make a commitment to meet every train passing through with service men. The
word spread, and as a result, by the time the war ended over 6 million young
men were served by this community. We have to remember this was a time of war
and rationing, yet for those war years the folks of North Platte made coffee
and cakes, gave out magazines, and entertained the troops with the piano in the
station. It is impossible to imagine the magnitude of the food except to say
the minimal sandwich distribution for each train was 20 bushel baskets. They
began making birthday cakes too. They made at least twenty a day and gave them
out to the young men and women celebrating a birthday. Popcorn balls were made
as well with some of the young women writing their name and address on them.
After the war some of those women became brides of the recipients!
It is almost unimaginable that a small community could
conceive of such a project and continue it until the North Platte Canteen
closed on April 1, 1946.
These two Christmas miracles are now long ago and years
old. The stories exist in yellowed letters and fragile newspaper accounts. I
don’t know about you, but just thinking about these stories gives me great hope
for mankind. Perhaps it rests on our shoulders as a bit of a challenge as well.
If you are in need of a Christmas miracle, listen to
McCutcheon sing his song or read the story by Greene. Or, just maybe, you need
to look into the face of a child…that ought to be enough.
So, for this 2018 Christmas, I wish you the warmest of
holidays with your family and friends. Pull down the barriers and let the truce
take hold, if only for a day.
Merry Christmas.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_nYQzY9Ans
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_nYQzY9Ans
All I want for Christmas...
Their front two teeth were missing. They always wore
red flannel shirts, but on this day, they had new red flannel shirts with
suspenders. I left Hamilton early so I would be able to attend, and sat in the
front row. I didn’t sit in the front row because I could take good pictures.
No, we had no camera because of the cost of film. No, I sat in the front row so
I would be there for them and cheer and clap loudly, as mothers do. They
weren’t exceptional singers, but it was Christmas, and with their teeth out,
who better to sing, “All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth.” I am sure
Mrs. Frymier, their music teacher, had a lot of convincing to do to even get
them to participate, but then again, they were in the first grade.
Following the program, Art Ryan dimmed the lights in
the gym for the annual Christmas sing before the vacation. Parents and friends
streamed in from every corner to participate in this activity. In all the years
at Hendry Park Elementary School, this was my absolute favorite activity. With
the lights dimmed and Mrs. Frymier at the piano, we all sang our hearts out
before collecting our little folks to take them home for the holidays.
The truth, is after all my boys had graduated from
Hendry Park, I began the tradition at Hamilton Elementary School. Maybe it
still lives, I don’t know, but I do know it was my favorite day of the year.
Matthew and Jonah both graduated from Hendry Park,
and now it is Graham’s turn to fill all of those shoes. The production is
bigger than during my children’s years. It is an evening event so many more can
attend. I am invited to not only attend, but to come over for Graham’s birthday
dinner before the event.
I ride my bike over on this rainy night with all the
bells and whistles lit up. I even wear my Dollar World necklace of lit up
Christmas lights…”the better to see you with, my dear!” As I round the corner I
smell the burgers on the grill and pull up to the lit up house of Aaron and
Rachel. Graham’s cousins from Ft. Wayne have already arrived, and I walk in
with my birthday present wrapped up in Christmas paper! Presents are opened
before dinner because, well, because Graham is now ten! He loves all the
presents, but I must confess, I think mine is the favorite. His gift is an
Angola sweatshirt, designed and lettered by Connie at the Angola Sports Center.
(Please buy local!) He puts it on right away. Homemade cake follows the
cheeseburgers and the lighting of the birthday candles. We chat and laugh and
talk, but soon it is time to get Graham off to the program. We encourage him to
change into a dress shirt. I vote for the flannel shirt and suspenders, but
realize, of course, he owns no such clothes. But no matter how we encourage and
plead, he will not take off the Angola sweatshirt. Rachel and I both laugh, “No
one will see him anyway. There are so many kids!”
We all split up as Aaron takes Jonah to hockey
practice, Cindy and Rachel take Graham, and I take the bike in the dark and the
rain.
I thought we would be early, but not at all. We were
lucky to get seats in the back row. With our cell phones handy (for the photos)
we wait for the children to come in, and, of course, Graham is proudly in the
front row wearing his purple sweatshirt! We all smile. This is definitely a
Christmas program…or Holiday program…to remember.
Some songs are new, but others are the old
favorites, and I hum along. The gym is filled with families including parents
and grandparents and lots of babies and toddlers. As I glance around I know
many folks who had children here once, but now come to cheer on the
grandchildren. When it is over e chat with Graham and other folks, before I
head outside into the holy darkness with large raindrops falling everywhere.
My bike is waiting, and I turn on all the bells and
whistles before I head out into the glistening streets. I take a look at my
beloved Miss Columbia all decked out and bike on home with new memories
mingling with toothless little boys in flannel shirts.
Noel. Noel.
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Really behind in posting...
Hi folks,
So, life has been a bit hectic this Autumn and into the Christmas season. I will try to catch you up and stay that way. As always, thank you for reading and sharing my blog.
Lou Ann
So, life has been a bit hectic this Autumn and into the Christmas season. I will try to catch you up and stay that way. As always, thank you for reading and sharing my blog.
Lou Ann
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