Christmas, this year, will be different from all other Christmases I’ve experienced because of the guidelines for Covid19. In March the Coronavirus was declared a global pandemic. With the virus cases continuing to rise in Van Buren County, my family remains cautious. Since March, Gene and I have sheltered in place, doing curbside pickup for groceries, only going out for the necessary errands.
None of our children will be coming home for Christmas. One son lives close by and
maybe we can socially distance with him and his family, Christmas Day. Then, there’s Facetime, texting and phone calls, so maybe those methods of communication will bring a spark of the Christmas spirit to our hearts.
It was convenient to order presents through the internet. It made me think of the Sears Christmas Wish Book. I also asked some family members to help out by shopping for me.
While all of that is okay, it’s not the same as when I could go shopping to pick out the gifts.
I recall shopping, as a child, one Christmas. Yvonne and I had one quarter between us to spend for a gift for Mama. We shopped at the Privitt’s Store in Shirley. We picked out a glass fruit bowl that cost a quarter. We thought the bowl was so beautiful. I don’t remember what Mama thought or said about that bowl. But I’m sure she used it many times. She kept it through the years. After she passed away, that bowl was given to me. And I still have it. I’ve always cherished the memory of how it felt to give a gift to someone I love as much as I loved my mother. The joy of giving is greater than the joy of receiving.
But I have also enjoyed receiving various gifts from my own children through the years as the four of them grew up. Heart-warming gifts. Humorous gifts. Gifts that show me they love me.
And from my husband, too, I’ve received special presents. He’s given me gifts of satin negligees, perfume, pretty dresses, rings, necklaces. Those are all lovely when you are still a young married girl. But, as time goes on, you also appreciate household items as gifts to make your home comfortable. I specifically remember when I worked part time at a dress shop, a man came in and bought a beautiful negligee for his wife for Christmas. The man happened to be an old boyfriend of mine from back in my high school days. Know what my gift was that Christmas from my husband? It was a bathroom scale! But it was given with love, and I loved it! Just as I love him and always will.
Christmas is a time to fill our hearts with love––because God first loved us and sent his Son, Jesus, to be our savior. “Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8) He is the same during this Christmas when Covid19 hangs heavy about us, changing our routine, our tradition. We can still show our love for others. May we allow His love to shine through the darkness of this different Christmas Day. Merry Christmas to all!
Published in The Voice of Van Buren County, Arkansas, December 22, 2020
With Christmas just around the corner, during this pandemic that’s causing high numbers of positive cases of Covid-19, we go about our daily routine. For my husband and me, our routine is staying home except for doctor appointments, and buying groceries, curbside. No parties, no gathering together with friends, only live-streaming church services through Facebook, no visits from out-of-town family. Some social distancing with nearby family. So, what’s our plan for Christmas? Our outdoor lights are hanging from the porch, with thanks to Steve and Logan. We have our tree up and its lights twinkle at the window. Ready or not, Christmas is going to arrive.
As Gene and I were remembering Christmas when we were kids, he mentioned how every year he got a cap pistol with caps for it, and he got fruit and nuts and candy. As for me, I got a doll and also candy and fruit. We both recalled the Sears Christmas Wish Book that came each year in the mail. I turned the pages and wished for many of the toys pictured there. One thing I really wanted more than any other toy was a farm set with fences, a barn, and cows, pigs, and horses. I never received that but it was fun to wish for. Actually, my sister, Yvonne, and I created our own farm animals out of corn cobs and sticks. We molded the red clay of Banner Mountain into ducks and chickens and frogs. We played, we laughed. We had fun. And we grew up just fine without the store-bought replicas of farm animals. Actually, we might have become more creative because we had to make our own toys. Yvonne grew up to become an artist and I became a writer.
Thinking of that Sears Christmas Wish Book when I was a kid, reminds me that during this pandemic, while we no longer have the Wish Book, we do have easy access to order whatever we want through the internet. And our orders come to us now by various deliveries. Some orders still come through the U.S Postal Service. Others arrive by UPS or FedEx. Recently, I’ve noticed even a U-Hall truck delivering items.
The first Sears Christmas Wish Book came out in 1933 and stopped publication in 2011. Sears brought back a shorter version of it for one year in 2017.
Wouldn’t it be nice if around Christmas Eve, a snow would fall across Van Buren County and Santa’s sleigh would have a smooth ride up the hills and down the valleys?
Sheriff Jim Woods sat at his desk and studied the photo given him at last night’s community meeting. In the black and white picture, a young bride stands beside her husband. She appears radiant and eager to step into her new role as wife. She’s beautiful, not in a way to win beauty pageants, but in a way that youth is beautiful. Youth is a rare gift and nowadays it seems abused in one way or another, but that’s not the story I want to tell.
want to tell you about Cassandra, the bride in the photo, and Charley, who
married her when she was seventeen and he was twenty-two. I wish I could tell you that they lived
happily ever after, but that’s not how the story ends.
you see, Cassandra died suddenly on a winter night not long after their tenth
wedding anniversary. No one knew what
caused her departure from this life although gossip, like an old wives’ tale,
spread quickly through the county that she had died from complications of
childbirth. And because of the rumor, life in Best Ole County changed drastically.
two local physicians, Doc Bill Tyler and Doc Sam Henry, declared the tale an
evil lie, because that kind of talk would cause all young women to reject
marriage. And if nobody married, there
would be little business for the good doctors because there would be no babies
to deliver, and no children to treat for belly aches or sore throats.
Tom Larson got a little concerned, too, because a good bit of his income came
from weddings. That is, when couples remembered to tip him, or if they had any
money left after other expenses. There
had not been a wedding in Best
since the story got started of Cassandra’s mysterious death last winter.
If there were no weddings, there would be no
divorces so the three attorneys, Smith, Smith, and Smyth, whose office was on
the courthouse square, became alarmed as well. That would cut their paychecks
Even the teachers at Winn Elementary and Park High
School were worried. What would they do if there were no children to teach? What would they do? So, the teachers called
a community meeting. They invited all interested persons, and requested the
presence of Sheriff Woods, just in case the meeting got out of control.
The newly elected sheriff, a newcomer to the
area, was eager to carry out his campaign promises, so he attended the meeting.
Dressed neatly in his black uniform with his star badge shining, he was rather
handsome. He gloated over the fact he had won the election despite his opponent’s
negative campaign ads.
the meeting, the sheriff heard for the first time how Cassandra had given birth
to a bunch of kids. She had home-schooled the children and Charley continued to
As the meeting ended, nothing had been
accomplished, as far as the sheriff could tell, so he decided that his duty
included halting the falsehoods. He
could prove his worth and maybe show how wrong his opponent had been, during
the campaign, when he accused him of not having what it takes to run this office. All that mud-slinging was an embarrassment to
every one of Best Ole County’s voters, no matter which party they preferred.
Slowly, Sheriff Woods got up from his
desk. He put the photo back in its file.
Such terrible lies circulating might cause
the way of life here in Best
to dry up and blow away like thistle on the breeze from a norther. So he set out, gun in holster, billy club in
hand, on a door-to-door search to locate the women and in some cases—the
men—who were spreading fabrications.
sheriff encountered a problem at the first door opened to him, for standing
there was the most beautiful girl in the county. The sheriff, a single man, fell promptly in
love, and before the moon could rise that night, he proposed to Roxie Ann
Sanders. Of course, she declined his
offer, quickly expressing her fear of marriage due to Cassandra’s premature
The next day, though disappointed, the sheriff continued his task of halting the gossip, which gripped the people. Everyone kept telling him to go see Charley. During his campaign, he had not met the young widower, raising a big family. He’d heard how he adored Cassandra and he dreaded seeing the heart-broken man. Nevertheless, he called on Charley, who opened the door holding a toddler in each arm.
I hate to ask this for I know how much you loved Cassandra,” the sheriff
Charley nodded and offered the sheriff the
only chair in the house free of toys, baby bottles and unfolded clothes.
do you have any idea why your wife died?”
Sheriff Woods continued.
her death caused from childbirth?”
“The twins, here, were nine months old when
Cassandra died,” Charley replied.
many times was she pregnant?”
“Four. No, five.”
sheriff looked around at five little girls in the corner. They were the same height, dressed alike, and
looked identical, all with straight blond hair.
firstborn,” Charley said. “All
girls. Our next set is over there.”
of them?” Sheriff Woods counted on his
Charley said. “Beautiful, like
pointed toward three more girls, slightly smaller. “The triplets.”
“That’s fourteen, all girls?” the sheriff said, counting on his fingers again. “You said five pregnancies.”
right. Cassandra was three months pregnant when she died. We were hoping for a boy.”
sheriff’s mouth fell open. He shook his
head. He thanked Charley and quietly
stopped at the grocery store for a pack of gum.
There, he overheard three young women discussing Cassandra. He figured the fear embedded within the
townspeople was here to stay. He had failed.
Suddenly, Jim Woods was filled with
repentance. He regretted trading moonshine for votes from those who signed
their names with an X. He especially detested his black deed of paying someone
to fix ballots with names crumbling from tombstones to count as votes for him.
With all his heart, he felt sorry now for his actions that had won him the
Back in his office, he accepted his failure to quiet the falsehoods surrounding Cassandra’s death. He contemplated the political race that he had won. And the reason why he had moved to this town in the first place. It was such a calm, neighborly area, a restful, peaceful community nestled at the foot of a mountain, along a slow-moving river in a gorgeous, southern state. Where folks were real folks…genuine…honest…hard working, compassionate, church going, patriotic and politically determined to voice their opinion in government at all levels, especially the local level. When it came to local elections, you could bet your boots, voters would turn out in surprising numbers. And, if elected, you’d better be able to fulfill your promises or you’d for sure not be re-elected in Best Ole County.
He un-strapped his holster. He
dropped it, gun and all, along with his Billy club, into the desk drawer.
Unpinning his shiny badge, he held it a moment, and then pitched it into the
drawer where it landed with a clink.
He went out the door and walked briskly to his Bronco. His opponent had been right, after all. Jim Woods did not have what it takes to make a good sheriff. So, he left and never again set foot in Best Ole County.