Friday, December 20, 2013

God Bless Us Everyone!!!

Something shot through the small window and hit the sleeping girl, waking her with a start. On the meager blanket lay a bag that had burst open and spilled coins over her arms--more than enough for the dowry that would allow her to marry the young man she adored.
"Mama! Look!  I can marry now!"
The girl's mother rose from her cot. "Let me see, child."
 The girl's young brother, more bone than boy, raced back through the doorway with a cloth bag. When he dropped it on the small table, it burst open  and blocks of cheese, loaves of bread and a  partridge fell out.
"And we can eat!" The boy dug through the food stuffs and lifted a small wooden soldier. "This is for me!"
The mother came to the table, drawn as much by the fragrance as the hunger in her belly. "Yes,  a toy for you," the mother whispered. "And, food until your father's ship returns." 
The girl drew the cloth from beneath the items. A smile slid across her lips. "And, Mama, you can use this as a shawl to keep you warm."
The three gazed at each other, but only the little boy asked the question. "Who left these for us?"
On December 6, in the city of Myra in Turkey during the fourth century AD, a young man began tossing bags of money into the houses of girls who had no dowry so they could avoid ending up on the streets as prostitutes  or sold into slavery.  His name was Nicholas, the son of a wealthy family who continued seeing to the unfortunate until he  too had no inheritance left. But his generosity was not forgotten or ignored. The church deemed him a bishop, and after his death he became know as St. Nicolas, patron saint of sailors and children. 
The tradition of gift giving of course had spread throughout history and the world. Romans, as we know, enjoyed giving gifts to one another and often shared with the poor.  Yes they did.  
By the 13th century, this generosity changed to giving  to those less fortunate but without recognition, as St Nicholas and those who assisted him had done. By the time of the Reformation, Protestants changed the gift-giver to the Christ Child or  Christkindle, later corrupted to Kris Kringle.  However, in Holland, St. Nicholas became known as Sinter Klaas and then was corrupted to  Santa Claus.
America was thriving by this time and the Dutch had brought this gift-giving tradition to New Amsterdam ( later known as New York City)
Over time St Nick had changed not only his name but his appearance. He was seen as a tall gaunt man or a spooky-looking elf, as a tall lean man wearing bishop robes or Norse huntsman wearing animal hide  in colors from green, to white, to purple as well as red.  With or without a beard.
  Washington Irvin described Santa Claus as a jolly ol' gent in his short stories based on the Old English countryside tradition that he cherished.  This was captured by a an artist, Thomas Nast, who also drew Santa as a small elflike figure who supported the Union during the Civil War. Nast continued to draw Santa for the next 30 years, changing the color of Santa's clothes from various colors including red.  
In 1920 the Coca Cola company wanted  a wholesome happy Santa for their ads and commissioned Haddon Sundblom to develop images they could use to sell their beverage in magazines as the Saturday Evening Post and the Lady's Home Journal.  Sundblom used a live model to make his Santa... a friend and retired salesman named Lu Prentiss. When Prentiss passed away, Sundblom used himself by looking in a mirror.  He also used neighborhood children or pet poodles for his artwork for Coca Cola.
By this time, Clement Clark Moore's poem 'A Visit from St Nicolas' had  become extremely popular and had made St Nick into a warm friendly pleasantly plump Santa. We know this poem now as 'Twas the Night before Christmas" 
 In 1931, the world's largest soda fountain was in Famous Barr Co in St. Louis, MO, where  one of  Fred Mizen's first drawing of Santa enjoying a Coke was posted. I wish it was still there. From 1931 to 1964, Coca Cola signature color became red and thus  Santa's signature color   (and I would say it still is)
In 1942, Coca Cola introduced 'Sprite Boy' who appeared as a sprite or an elf with Santa. Together, from 1940-1950, these two  gave out gifts and Cokes in  Sundblom's ads.  The beverage known as Sprite didn't appear until 1960's

Now we already know that elves help St Nick, St. Nicolas, Kris Kringle, Krista Klaas, or Santa Claus deliver his gifts. 
But what about the chimney, reindeer and the North Pole?  From Moore's poem, of course. 
But where did he get the  flying reindeer? ...The Saami people of  northern Scandinavia and Finland harnessed heavy reindeer to their sleighs during the winter. 
Or it is said that from Oden's flying horse  with eight legs. And that fits because Oden was a model for Santa. He kinda does don't you think?
Thomas Nast  drew Santa living at the North Pole and gave him the  workshop and a  infamous book of names of good boys and girls.  
Then along comes Norman Rockwell and the popular image of Santa was all but etched in stone.
So today, this gift-giving time has not changed as so many sstill gather to wish
so many a happy, healthy, blessed, wonderful Christmas holiday. So, be sure to help give a family, a child, someone a smile this year and give a gift to make their season bright too.
But to many of us, the best gift of all is, was, and always will be...

Just for  the holidays all my books and stories are $.99. (Amazon wouldn't let me post them for free.) So be sure to snap them up before the new year. My gift to you.
Blessings to you and yours and have a wonderful new year,


Saturday, December 7, 2013

Ancient texting and Modern 'cell-phoning'

My hubby and I were sitting in the doctor's office, each of us reading Facebook, news, emails on our cell phones. You know the drill. And a fella across from us said, "Do you to ever talk?"  We looked up and realized we were 'cell-phoning' or whatever you call it.

Then two older couples began chatting about the good-ole-days when people talked and visited. Their chat ventured into stories as making bread, eating bologna sandwiches, a one-room school houses, and  moms' preferring to make either homemade rolls or homemade cornbread.
 I just kept 'cellphoning' and wondering if their impatience with this new 'gadget', that has intruded into their lives lately, brought out this fascinating conversation. I don't recall this happening very often in most doctors' offices.

Then I got to thinking if I had been reading a magazine, a hard cover book, or my Kindle, would the reaction have been the same?

I also recently learned why teenagers sitting right next to each other text each other and not communicate out loud like we had to do?
When asked, their answer was simply, 'We don't want anyone to hear what we are talking about."  Smart kids. Growing up, I had to whisper.

I got to thinking again. (my hubby dreads hearing me say this) I wonder what was it like back before people could not read or write 
I could easily picture a young man reading a scroll on a bench in a city plaza and people shaking their heads as they passed a young man staring at papyri rolled onto two sticks, and mumbling between themselves:

"What does he see just looking at those squiggles or what ever that nonsense is?'  
"He needs to be working, doing something useful."
'How will he ever feed a family that doing that anyway?"
"Just what will that ever accomplish anyway?'

 Did they feel about this new fan-dangled communication, as many people do today,
that it was a grand waste of time?
I  bet so.
 Maybe it's true-- times change but people don' lest very easily.
Crazy isn't it?
What do you think?