Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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Monday, December 21, 2009
A couple weeks ago I wrote about a girl in my life that made me feel terrible about the hair barettes (we 4 girls only Christmas gift from Mother that lean year) we were so proud to have received ...
I asked my brother about his Christmas memories ... In his note you will read about the 'apple'. His wife has shared this story when they were visiting with us. How seldom we think beyond our own moments, but my SIL brought things to a screaming front position with her simple Christmas request as a child... Enjoy.
My brother reflects Christmas memories ~
I had many, and they all seem to be a blur as sometimes it’s easier to blank out things which we would like to forget . When you related the time Helen Jean asked: “Is that all”, brought to mind when I was in the third grade, and we were forced to go to the head of the classroom and speak into a wooden microphone which was crafted by Steve R’s (sic) dad to tell what we received for Christmas & where we went for the Holiday ’s. Mine was the shortest……….
I returned to my seat wearing hand-me-downs (amidst the snickering) thinking that when I got older, and had kids, that I was going to take them to every state in the union, and spoil the heck out of them. I haven’t been able to do that (yet), but it is one of the reasons that Trevva & Quaella have been to ½ of the states as of this missive.
I’m not bitter as I know mother did the best, with what she had for resources, but it did instill in me that internal drive to be the best that I can be ...
One of my goals prior to leaving this world is to start a food bank in the Philippines , by growing food, and then giving it away. My wife has related to me how she would go to bed on dreaming of finding an apple under the tree for her. - - An apple. We as kids had it far better than many of the children around the world who go to bed on empty stomach, and fall asleep dreaming of just eating, and what the next day of scavenging will bring.
I will get off my soap box now, thanking you for asking the question of my most precious birth of Christ, as we all should, and not the commercialization of it., as most of them go back to December of 1992 when I arrived in the Philippines for the first time and witnessed real poverty, yet such great happiness. The Philippines celebrate the
Your favorite brother,
PPS This is why 'giving to others' is such a passion of mine, it takes precedent over much in my life ... these little moments in life molded me ... others before all else. I thank my Lord daily for the blessings that have been bestowed upon me to share in joy for & with others.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
As the holiday season of 1938 came to Chicago, Bob May, 34-year old ad writer for Montgomery Ward, a father of a four-year old girl, was exhausted, broke, and about to lose his wife to cancer.
One night, Barbara, his daughter aked him, “Why isn’t mommy like everybody else’s mommy?” As he struggled to answer his daughter’s question, Bob remembered the pain of his own childhood. A small, sickly boy, he was constantly picked on and called names. So he began to spin a tale about a reindeer with a bright red nose who found a special place on Santa’s team. Barbara loved the story so much that she made her father tell it every night before bedtime. A he did, it grew more elaborate. Because he couldn’t afford to buy his daughter a gift for Christmas, Bob decided to turn the story into a homemade picture book.
Montgomery Ward bought the rights to the book from their debt-ridden employee. Over the next six years, at Christmas, they gave away six million copies of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer to shoppers. Every major publishing house
in the country was making offers to obtain the book. In an incredible display of good will, the head of the department store returned all rights to Bob May. Four years later, Rudolph had made him into a millionaire
.Bob’s wife died in early December. A few days before Christmas, he reluctantly attended a company at Montgomery Ward. His co-workers encouraged him to share the story he’d written. After he read it, there was a standing ovation. Everyone wanted copies of their own.
He soon remarried and was blessed with good fortune and a growing family. There was more to come. His brother-in-law Johnny Marks, set the uplifting story to music. The song was pitched to artists from Bing Crosby on down. They all passed. Finally, Marks approached Gene Autry. The cowboy star had scored a holiday hit with “Here Comes Santa Claus” a few years earlier. Like the others, Autry wasn’t impressed with the song
about the misfit reindeer. Marks begged him to give it a second listen. Autry played it for his wife, Ina. She was so touched by the line “They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games” that she insisted her husband to record the tune.
Within a few years, it had become the second best-selling Christmas song ever, right behind “White Christmas.” Since then, Rudolph has come to life in TV specials, cartoons, movies, toys, games, coloring books, greeting cards, and even a Ringling Bros. circus act. The little red-nosed reindeer dreamed up by Bob May and immortanlized in song by Johnny Marks has come to symbolize Christmas as much as Santa Claus, evergreen trees adn presents.
As the last line of the song says, “He’ll go down in history.”
Saturday, December 19, 2009
On Christmas morning 1981, Jesus came & invited you to join Him for His birthday celebration. How blessed you were.