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December 19, 2018 Christmas is season of remembrances
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ARTICLE DESCRIPTION:

I remember many scenes of Christmases past. Perhaps it is only because I have seen so many of them. But there are people who will argue it is really because of my intense “capacity” to clearly remember things they cannot remember.

To that I have to reply: I consider my good memory a God-given ability I am not entirely in control of but, thank you, please do not compliment me or anyone else who appears of such an advantage.

Everyone has abilities; it’s what they are and how they are used that matters most. If there are certain things we cannot do, for some unfound reason, we should be applauded instead for what we can do.

As for my memories of Christmases past they come in all shapes and sizes, amounts and contents. They come un-bidden at times and at other times they don’t stay nearly as long as I wish they would.

I remember as a 3-year-old receiving a teddy bear for my birthday. I can still see him lying sprawled in the packing box of assorted dolls and other toys more familiar to me, a stranger in their midst, as strange as I was feeling in the new home we were now living in.

We had moved there quickly a short time earlier from our tiny home in town to a farm several miles out in the country. He looked forlorn (or whatever sense it was I seemed to be feeling), and I grabbed him to my chest in a comforting hug.

The room was huge and empty except for the few personal items stored there and one large object I later learned was a carpet loom. My parents had recently driven a long ways to purchase it so my mother could make rugs for us and, later on, for other people, too.

We needed any added income we could get in the early days of my childhood, but Santa always remains an active part of the scene.

Christmases were a succession of seeing our little fold-open (feather) tree perched on mother’s closed sewing machine and new toys magically appearing each year.

There was the colorful pencil box shaped like a toy soldier … who, with his head off, allowed me to take the pencils out and Daddy to find them under his (sometimes) stocking feet on the hard wood floor.

There was a complete child-sized set of cleaning tools from Santa proved inadequate for the cleaning job and the full-sized china dish set required that mashed potatoes in the oval covered compote have gravy poured on from the set’s little teapot because gravy wouldn’t stayed hot enough in the open gravy boat.

When I was learning my first lengthy bedtime prayer, I eagerly recited it to Daddy as he came in from evening chores, but when I went to bed, I couldn’t remember the troubling part about the angels, so I substituted fairies.

I eventually got it right, but, meanwhile had to hoped the thought was in there OK – somewhere. I still remember that.

Lois Eckhardt may be reached at P.O. Box 413, Wellman, IA 52356.

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