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|by Leysa Lowery|
|What is the all-American face?
Some say it’s white —
Others argue it should be
The face of a Native American —
Others say it’s the faces of
Their children, sweet and innocent,
Or the svelte model
On the cover of the sports magazine —
Or maybe the smiling basketball star —
Or Norman Rockwell’s subject
In a Sunday-go-to-meeting suit.
I saw the all-American face today.
PLEASE REMEMBER OUR MILITARY THIS HOLIDAY SEASON AND THROUGHOUT THE YEARS TO COME.
Tavern on the Green is part of the history of Central Park, New York.
Central Park makes New York City more than the cold canyons of skyscrapers, most people think. Central Park is located in the middle of the city. Tavern on the Green located at Central Park at West 67th Street, New York, NY 10023, became a restaurant in 1934…..for more click http://hubpages.com/t/1016ba
Enjoy. This is truly a nice story.
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: “There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered. “Even dummies know that!”
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. I knew they were
world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus!” she snorted. “Ridiculous! Don’t believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes
me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.”
“Go? Go where, Grandma?” I asked. I hadn’t even finished my second world-famous, cinnamon bun. “Where” turned out to be Kerby’s General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle
in those days. “Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for someone who needs it.
I’ll wait for you in the car.” Then she turned and walked out of Kerby’s.
I was only eight years old. I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill,
wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath
and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.Pollock’s grade-two class.
Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all of us kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t have a cough, and
he didn’t have a coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. “Is this a Christmas present for someone?” the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. “Yes,” I replied shyly. “It’s …. for Bobby.” The nice lady smiled at me. I didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) and wrote on the package, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” — Grandma said that Santa
always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa’s helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby’s house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.”
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door
to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker’s bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.
He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.
As we continue the holiday season, there will be lots of pictures. Some people may get that new camera as a Christmas present or special occasion gift. Some children will receive their first camera. Cameras have evolved camera phones…..Click more of the story: http://hubpages.com/_1jlqz2sadegzu/hub/Cameras-Cameras-Cameras
Click link for more: Kind of Blue Commemorates its 50th Anniversary
Miles Davis was at a musical climax in the 1950s and prepared the dreams that would become Kind of Blue for years. The first tune Flamenco Sketches was essentially a series of Flamenco- and North African-derived scales.
“These items are great gifts for yourself or for others because a portion of their proceeds go towards distinguished charities! I always say that the best way to vote is to vote with your money-so purchase things that represent causes you support!” By Penelope
The most important of all the lessons was the one Without Prejudice. A white couple took in an Afro-American boy into their home. Many other people have taken into their homes children and adult of other races, cultures and ethnic groups, but few get such recognition. People quietly do their part in changing the world. They look in the mirror and know it starts with them – then they make the world a better place.