Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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ICTION B—PAGE 4 THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY, DECEMBER * £- : & << May faith light your way to abundant happiness throughout this holiday. JOHN R. FRAZIER PULPWOOD DEALER 121514 Friend Street Phone 1423 Newberry, South Carolina S to one * | anb all tljis bap. | | F. J. HARMON | ^ GARAGE ^ S 935 Friend Street £ s WE WISH OUR FRIENDS 1 A SHINING HOLIDAY! A A | COONER'S INC. 2 Newberry, S. C. | I > I . 1 ’ , .. v: J iii ■ a- NEWBERRY ELECTRIC CO-OP., Inc. UNCLE GUS AND CHRISTMAS BY ON A F, IATHKOP T HE SWEET smells of Christ- mas cookies baking in the old range-oven wafted in where I was deep in a Jack London adventure. Ihe little kids were scrapping on the floor, but for once Mom didn’t seem to care. Sister Suzy usually kept them amused, but she was frosting the cookies for Mom. • "Tommy, come here,” Mom called. I laid my book down with a sigh. The Eskimos were just coming to meet the sledge team! “You bundle up and take a box of these cookies to old Uncle Gus. I don’t care if your father won’t speak to him—it’s Christmas and I can’t bear to think of him in that big house alone.” My dad said Uncle Gus was the meanest man in town when he refused us a loan to pay down on our ram shackle house—even if he was his own uncle and president of the bank. / “Who’s meddling with my door?” t ie old man snarled. “Dad won’t like it, and I'm afraid to go in,” I argued. “Just knock at the door then, or leave them in his mailbox. A twelve-year-old boy shouldn’t be afraid of an old man.” Daydreams It was a long hike across towr to Uncle Gus’s place. I mushed along pretending J was taking supplies to the starving Eskimos When I came near the big house among all the swanky ones, I eyed it cautiously. There wasn’t a mail box in sight or I’d have stuffed the cookies in and run. Maybe 1 could put them between the storm- door and the big glass one. I fum bled with the latch, but it was stuck. Suddenly the door was flung open in my face. “Who’s meddling with my door?” the crotchety old mac snarled. I had to tell him then who I was and why I’d come. “Cookies, eh? Christmas—bah! Who knew it was Christmas? Folderol, spendin’ money on such stuff. Your ma oughta be savin' it to pay on that old shack your dad bought. But come in, boy, don’t stand there lettin’ in the cold. “I—I can’t My feet—I’ll track,” I hesitated. “Where’s your boots? Soaked to your ankles with no soles! Just like ne’er-do-wells—sendin’ their kids out half-clothed.” That made me mad. “I’ve got better shoes, but I’m saving them for schooL And my folks are not ne’er-do-wells. My dad pays his bills and our house has warmer looking rooms than this barn of a place ever had.” I had stepped inside now, even though there were puddles drip ping on the fine rugs, and I looked about at the high ceilings and the carved stair rail and the antique furniture. “Chip off the old block, eh? Just like your spunky dad and mother. Wouldn’t move in here vhen your Aunt Sarah died. Oh 10, wanted a place of their own to raise a lot of kids, they said. How many is it now—four? Dis graceful!” He was opening the cookies and in among them Suzy had tucked one she’d frosted with scrawled pink letters—“Mery Xmas to Unci Gus.” He picked it up and fum bled with it a long time. “Who did this?” he grumbled. “My little sister, Suzy. She’s a funny kid,” I had to grin. He looked at me straight then with watery, old faded-blue eyes. He blew his nose like a truck- horn, and stood the cookie on the mantle. “I’ve got to go now,” I said, edging out “Merry Christmas.” “Wait a minute boy,” he roared “You think there’d be an extry place at the table for an old man, if he’d send a turkey and a tree around? That cookie makes me think of the way your Aunt Sarah used to frost up things for Christ mas every year. Seems as if ii might be nice to meet Suzy and make up to my only living rela tives for the mean way I’ve been And here, get yourself some new boots.” That sure was a tear in his right eye! “You come along,” 1 said. “My Mom will always se1 an extra place—turkey or not.” And I ducked out the door with the crisp bill and rushed home COMMUNITY TREES Four communities are believed to have thought of the idea of an outdoor community Christmas tree about the same time — as early as 1913. Two of them, Mc Donald and Germantown, were in Pennsylvania. Salem, Ore., decorated a Sitka spruce Riverside, California featured s large evergreen, an Aracuria. )lt dome Lct.Cs fite tpi, Qmt the Iiord * On this, the most significant of all occasions, let us rememher Him , whose coming we celebrate at this greatest of all days. Let us observe this day with rever ence, humbleness and gratitude and pledge anew faith and love for our fellowman. May we constantly direct our efforts toward the realization of His teachings... Peace on earth, good will toward men. JOYOUS CHRISTMAS TO ALL ■ L. D. Long Newberry County Bank Joe M. Roberts, Executive Vice-President and Cashier NEWBERRY BRANCH JOANNA BRANCH George Rodelsperger Clyde Tindall, Manager Martha Ann Kinard Joan Bobb Mollie Dowd Mrs. Katherine Prater Frances Evans Christmas is a family time filled May this Christmas be a happy with love and a feeling of con- one for you and your loved ones tentment brought by the reunion may your lives be filled with all of hearts and spirits of loved good things throughout the days to come. Station NEWBERRY, S. C.