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Sunday, November 15, 2015

CHRISTMAS 1893 and 1915: THE SANTY CLAUS TRICK

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

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Granny Lucille.  Copyright 1954 Marcia Norwood
Ever wonder what Christmas was like for your mother or grandmother when they were children?  

How about your father's or grandfather's Christmas memories?  




Granny Lucille.  Copyright 1976
Why not ask them before it's too late?

My Granny Lucille went to Heaven in 1990.
She was the single most important woman in my life, and I miss her.  I have her photos, her glasses, her real fur cape, her desk and chair, her recipes...and I have her stories.  I retell her stories to my children and grandchildren, and now to you.


Sometime in the 80's,  I  recorded Granny Lucille while she told me a Christmas story from her childhood.  I wrote the story just as she told it  in her own words with her quaint phrases.  I didn't interrupt her storytelling, but I did ask questions at the end of her story - for clarification, and to get extra details. 

I replayed the tape at home, stopping and starting the tape recorder, so I could type the words on my Smith-Corona typewriter.  

Granny Lucille was born - as she always said - in Nineteen and Five.  She remembered coming to Missouri in a covered wagon.  She was married three times.  The only grandfather I ever really knew and loved was Grandpa Ike Hargrove.  They married in 1970 - the same year that I got married.   They were married for 20 years.



Grandpa Ike signs the guest book at Marcia's wedding.  Cousin Tandra is at the guest book.  Granny Lucille (in the teal and white) stands  between Grandpa Ike and Tandra.  Tandra's other grandmother, Ethel (in red) and her Aunt Vera (nicknamed BOOB)  are on the right. Copyright 1970 Marcia Norwood

I made copies of Granny Lucille's story, The Santy Claus Trick, in the 80's, and gave them to Granny as a gift.  She mailed her story out to all her friends and family.  

Kansas City Star published my guest editorial with Granny's story, The Santy Claus Trick, and her 1915 family photo for their Christmas edition. 

It is with great JOY that I share Granny Lucille's story in her own words with you today. 

It's a a story within a story which begins in 1915, and lets us peek inside Christmas 122 years ago...in 1893.


THE SANTY CLAUS TRICK

By Mary Lucille Hargrove

As Told To Her Granddaughter, Mary Marcia Lee Norwood
 


Marcia's Great-GrandparentsMarion and Kathryn Culbertson (center front)  and fourteen of their children.            Circa 1915.  Marcia's Granny Lucille (10 years old)  is in the right center just behind Kathryn, with ribbons in her hair.

      When I was a little girl, probably about ten or twelve years old...(about 1915) I got to believin' that there wasn't no Santy Claus.  Some kids didn't know.  Their folks didn't play Santy Claus trick on them, and they would like to tell the little kids, you know.

     Well, my mother really enjoyed Christmas.  She worked for days preparing everything you could want to eat.  She wanted to prove that there was a Santy because she had more fun out of it than they did!

     My mother, Kathryn Culbertson, had sixteen children.  Fourteen of them lived until they were grown, and had their own families.  Two of them died when they was babies.  

     I was born in Nineteen and Five.  I'm pretty close to the last bunch of kids she had, and when we got to believin' that there wasn't no Santy Claus, she told us this story about what happened to the older children.  She said that they didn't believe in Santy until he came a-walkin' down the road!

     We said, "How was that, mother?"

     She told us our older brothers and sister put their shoes out Christmas Eve.  There was Leland, Henry, Alfred, Goldie and Buck.  His name was Stanley, but we called him Buck, like a buckin' bronco.  He was a wild little kid.

     I suppose it was in 1893.  

     Come Christmas morning there wasn't any presents around their shoes.  They was all a-cryin' around, and wanted to know why they didn't have any Christmas.

     Mother said, "Since you don't believe in Santy, he didn't leave you any presents."

     Leland, Henry, Alfred, Goldie and Buck said:  "You have our presents."

     "I haven't got none of your presents.  Santy Claus brings the presents," Mom told them.

     "There ain't NO such thing as Santy Claus," they said.

     It was a warm morning, and they had a fire going in the house.  They opened the door, 'cause it got so hot.  Now they had a pet goat that they hitched up to a wagon that my dad, Marion Culbertson made.  Something scared that pet goat, and he came through the screen door - right in the house.

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     They all went to the porch to see what happened -- what he got scared at.  Lo and behold - they seen Santy Claus comin' down the road with a sack on his back!  They couldn't believe their eyes.

     And they said, "There must be a Santy Claus!  Here comes old Santy Claus!"

     He came right in the house.  He asked each of the children if they had been good boys and girls, and of course they said, "Yes!"

     My mom could hardly keep her mouth still.  She wanted to tell him, "No!" but she didn't say nothing.

     So they began to talk to Santy Claus, and he talked to them.  And when they called him Santy, he began to hand them out presents.  Goldie got a great big, sleepy-eyed doll, and that was sure some present for her!

     Mom finished telling us us the story about what happened to the older children, so we believed in Santy Claus for another year or two, 'til some of the bigger kids at school would make fun of us.  Then we decided that we knew there wasn't a Santy.

     But every Christmas there was always a Santy Claus at our house.  There was always little one a-comin' on, and my mother still had somebody to play this trick on!"

By 
Mary Lucille Hargrove


Marcia's Great-GrandparentsMarion and Kathryn Culbertson (center front)  and fourteen of their children.            Circa 1915.  Marcia's Granny Lucille (10 years old)  is behind Kathryn, with ribbons in her hair.
Cousin Tandra, Granny Lucille, Sister Gloria, Marcia.  Copyright 1958
Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!

Mary Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking 



 
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Saturday, November 7, 2015

BALANCED

Mary Marcia Norwood
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking

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BALANCED
Copyright 1997 Marcia Norwood

  

     My mother didn't have the patience to teach me to cook.  I stewed and she came to a boil every time we were in the kitchen together.  

     I learned to cook from my mother's mother, Granny Lucille.  

     She's the kind of woman who could "bring home the bacon and fry it up in the pan."  

 Song:  Peggy Lee
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     Everybody called her Granny.
My Beautiful Granny Lucille.  Copyright 1960 Marcia Norwood

         Granny didn't use measuring spoons or cups or cookbooks.    She cooked with her senses:  touching, tasting, sniffing and examining each dish she created.  

     A  pinch of this....and a fist of that.   

     She let me create, too.  I never failed because she never measured me. 



        "A balanced meal?  It's easy.  Just be sure each plate has food with at least three colors on it,"  Granny said.  
 

Halls China/Jewel Tea 
        She filled  Hall's China/Jewel Tea, nine-inch dinner plate with burgundy beets, ivory mashed potatoes topped with soft yellow butter; and green beans glazed with white onions and brown sugar.  In the center of it all was a black pepper-steak topped with tomato-red sauce, sprinkled with green chopped chives. Inside the three-inch  Autumn Leaf patterned fruit dish -  a golden pear (sliced in half) rested on a leaf of iceberg lettuce.



    "Cooking is more than preparation.  It's presentation, too."

     Granny used cloth napkins and cloth tablecloths that she carefully starched and ironed.    

     Of course she wore an apron, and had aprons for each woman who served with her.

     Her beautiful handmade aprons were embellished with embroidery and crochet, or tatted. "Tatted" doesn't mean what Generation C or E might think.  Tatt isn't a tattoo. 

TATTING
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Notice the Aprons?!  Granny Lucille & Nanny (My Aunt Ann).  Copyright 1960 Marcia Norwood

Fancy Aprons!  The table is set!  Marie and Granny Lucille.  Copyright 1955 Marcia Norwood


       Granny owned and operated the Highway Barbeque in Liberty, Missouri.  Although her restaurant was fully staffed, Granny Lucille hired me and five of my girlfriends the summer of 1965.   I was sixteen. Granny Lucille was 60. 
Granny Lucille wearing an APRON.  Copyright 1960 Marcia Norwood
      My girlfriends and I took turns cooking, doing dishes, serving food, busing tables, making change and cleaning the floor to earn money for cheerleading camp.   
Liberty BlueJay Cheerleaders.  Copyright 1965 Marcia Norwood  (Marcia is 2nd from the right.)

      Granny was surprised – but  never complained when we painted our Liberty BlueJay  mascot on her neatly pressed and starched, white, linen tablecloths.   




     Prom night the following spring, the cheerleaders and I instructed our dates to pick us up at Granny's three-story house at 222 West Franklin in Liberty.     

    Granny made hors d'oeuvres (appetizers) for our boyfriends to munch on.  We descended her grand staircase - one at a time -  in our prom gowns. 


Granny's Home at 222 W. Franklin, Liberty, Missouri.  Copyright 1959 Marcia Norwood

       Granny was just as comfortable hosting our group of teenagers  -- as she was hosting members of the Liberty Chamber of Commerce, or the Methodist Women's Group.  


Granny Lucille is on the right.  Copyright 1966 Marcia Norwood


     Granny Lucille lived a balanced Christian life.  

     It was much more than preparation inside the church.   It was the presentation of her life to Christ,  and her loving service to others...no matter what their age, color or social status.    
   
Granny's Dining Room Table:  My Great Aunt Beulah;   Beulah's Daughter Louise;  Mary, Nanny (Aunt Ann);   and Aunt Helen.  Copyright 1959 Marcia Norwood

Aunt Beulah Serves the Boys! Uncle Gene, My Dad, and little boys.  Copyright 1959 Marcia Norwood.
Top Photo:  1957 Chevy, Granny Lucille & Sister Gloria.  Bottom Photo:  Sisters Gloria and Marcia.  Copyright 1957.

From Left:  Marcia's Mom, Natalie and Granny Lucille.  Copyright 1954  Marcia Norwood

FOUR GENERATIONS.  Marcia's Mom, Natalie, Marcia (center back), Granny Lucille (right) and Marcia's daughter, Kristin (front).  Copyright 1976  Marcia Norwood.


Thanks for stopping by!

Come back often, and invite a friend!


 Mary  Marcia
America's STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking