On the national front, Harry S. Truman was
president. General Douglas MacArthur was in Korea where war between North and
South Korea had just begun. Locally, news spread through the grapevine that
someone had left the aprons of the ferry-barge down causing quite a happening in
our little community of Shell Landing, Florida. This event resulted in an
intoxicated driver of a Model-A Ford dropping off the deep end of the ferry. You
could see the top of the Ford coupe at the bottom of the cold and clear Holmes
Creek. Creating even more excitement, divers were brought in from Eglin Air
Force base to make sure no one was in the car.
This particular Christmas
was special for our family, because we had a new baby sister in our family.
There were three of us boys, and we knew nothing about how to treat a little
girl. My younger brother was three, and seemed to be missing all of the
attention he was accustomed to. My older brother was seventeen, and seemed to
shrug the excitement off as if it were just another added responsibility. I was
the middle son, soon to be twelve years old. Reading my first book entitled
“Little Britches,” I thought having a little cowgirl around would be very
special.
My dad worked away from home on a dredge boat, dredging the
Intracoastal Waterway near Lake Wimico, Florida. He always came home, especially
on Christmas Eve. Expectations were very high for us on this special day, but
dark came and still no dad, no Santa Claus, no Christmas tree, and no presents.
Momma was visibly worried about Dad, but concerned for us, especially the
younger ones.
Christmas Eve night, momma went into action. She made
special homemade candy, and wrapped it in little paper bags for us kids. A small
pine tree in our front yard was decorated as she tied all of the homemade candy
on it. It was a make-shift Christmas tree for sure; however, it was the most
memorable one of my life. I still remember my little brother on that cold
Christmas morning, jumping up and down around our Christmas tree. You would have
thought Santa had brought him a brand-new red wagon.
Our dad made it home
just before dinner on Christmas day, 1950. He had a corn sack over his left
shoulder, and it was full of food (fruits, nuts, and oranges) and presents.
Christmas was now complete – Everyone was home!!
My thoughts often lead
me back to our old home-place, especially during the Christmas season. The
apostle Paul wrote of being with the folks at Corinth, in spirit. Christmas
seems to be a time of remembering. Our thoughts and spirit allow us to visit
with our long departed love ones. I think I shall meditate a little longer this
Christmas.
Mom and dad’s family is having a gathering together again this
Christmas. It will be our first one in a long while. I have a great feeling this
Christmas will also be a memorable one.
A very merry, merry Christmas to
all,
Bertha and Sonny Marlow
Submitted Dec 2011 by Sonny Marlow
Holmes County FLGenWeb Copyright
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