Wednesday
28th November, 2007
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A Thought for Today
No walls can stop the coming of love and no clock can bring it
back. Yet letters are still sent on missions armies couldn't win, for love or country.
This
One Does It For Me!
Ken,
Today is the anniversary of my father's death and tomorrow (29th) is his
birthday.
Even though he has been gone for many years I still miss him so very
much and still find myself wishing that he was here for all of the
special days in my life. Perhaps today you could post something from
"Finding My Father."
Dads are really special and I was fortunate enough to realize this while
he was still in my life. He now lives in my heart and if it is possible
I love him even more.
Thanks Ken,
Laura Atkinson
Thanks for your touching letter, Laura.
While it's the Mother who usually glues the family together a Father
always has a special relationship with his daughter. I know this because
I'm doubly blessed, having twin daughters, and it sounds as though your
relationship with your Dad was just as special.
Here's some of Rod's work from the book. Although the first story is
about his Mother it's one of my favourites and particularly apt at this
time of the year.
A CHRISTMAS STORY from "Finding My Father"
Being a night person, most of the time Mom worked the swing shift in North Las Vegas,
first in Lincoln Snyder’s soda fountain and later as a barmaid at the Northside
Tavern; but once in awhile she would trade shifts, which meant that if it was summer and
there was no school Billy and I would be free to go where we wanted to without much
supervision. Our favorite place was the city dump..
If it was a weekend and there was no one around we would play on the tractors and cranes
that moved the rubbish and debris. During the week we’d slide on our bellies past
mounds of refuse, hiding from the attendants, who would always try to chase us away.
One Christmas Eve one of the bartenders got drunk and couldn’t report for work the
next day so Mama worked a double shift. It was wonderful. We had the whole day and evening
to play at the dump and it was our idea of a real Christmas. What treasures we found that
day. A floor lamp, an easy chair with half the stuffing gone, an old box of
somebody’s discarded toys, old clothes, and more bottles than we could possibly carry
to the market to redeem for the meager deposit.
Sometime during the afternoon it occurred to us, as a surprise for Mom, to redecorate the
house with the furniture and odd bits of bric-a-brac we’d found at the dump. Billy
had a red and yellow wagon and we must have made twenty trips, lugging all our goodies
home. Of course, to make room for these treasures, we had to move all the furniture and
trunks already in the house out into the front yard. While we were doing this, someone
came by and thought we were having a rummage sale. I couldn’t believe it when Billy
came running in to tell me he’d been offered $5 for Mama’s dresser. What a
source of newfound money!
In just over two hours we were able to sell all the furniture we’d moved out on the
lawn, plus the curtains from the windows, pots and pans. And Mama’s doilies. We even
sold the oilcloth off the kitchen table for twenty-five cents.
It would be dark soon and so we had to complete our refurbishing before the light faded. I
don’t think either of us ever worked so hard. In the end we were both so tired we
fell asleep on the torn and soiled, but pretty, satin bedspread we’d replaced on
Mama’s bed after selling off her comforter.
You can imagine her surprise when she came home from working two long shifts serving
drinks to merrymakers and refereeing bar bouts between Christmas drunks.. Perhaps
‘surprise’ is not the correct word. I’m not sure what is.
Mama was too tired to spank us but she screamed and cried a lot. Though at the time we
couldn’t understand why. She had the new floor lamp. Even if it didn’t work it
could probably be fixed. And, our latest kitchen table was larger than the old one. I had
nearly mashed my thumb while hammering a two-by-four in place to replace a missing leg. It
now listed a bit, but the angle wasn’t so bad that utensils and plates would likely
slip off.
The curtains were very different from the old ones; while there were only three windows in
the living room, there were now twice that many curtains on them. I distinctly remember
Mama having said many times that she’d like to get rid of that old junk in the house.
‘Just for a change.’ Well, now she had her change. We hadn’t yet found a
replacement stove, but there were more than enough pots and pans left over from the sale
that could be used if and when we did.
Mom continued to look dazed, but she came to life again when she started to sit down on
the new davenport. It collapsed completely under her, all three sides falling away. It was
then that I handed her the envelope containing the money we’d received from the sale
of the old furniture: $71.30. It had been planned as a Christmas gift all along, and Billy
had written in crayon on the outside of the envelope, To Mama, Merry Christmas from The
Katzenjammer Kids.
Mama didn’t speak for a long time, but when she did she just looked up and said,
"Merry Christmas." And it was.
-from "Finding My Father," 1975, 1976.
Winding
Down
Regular readers will know that this column usually takes a break during
the month of December and this year is no exception.
I'd like to extend my thanks to you all for continuing to support us
here at A Safe Place to Land. It really would be very lonely here in
cyberspace without your input and feedback which is always interesting and
thought provoking.
To you and your loved ones a very Blessed Christmas and all good wishes
for 2008 - may we all prosper and thrive.
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