Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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SEC B.—PAGE 12—The Newberry Sun, Newberry, S. C., Thursday, December 20, 1967 TEA PUNCH Here's A Tasty Holiday Tea PIN-BALL TEA PUNCH 2 quarts freshly drawn cold water 1/4 cup loose tea, 15 tea- bags or 5 tablespoons instant tea 1 cup sugar 1 cup water 2 2-inch cinnamon sticks 1 tablespoon grated lemon rind 2 teaspoons grated or ange rind 1/2 cup orange juice 1/4 cup lemon juice 1/2 cup pineapple juice For tea leaves or teabags, bring two quarts of water to a full rolling boil. Pour over tea, cover and let brew 3 to 5 min utes; strain. For instant tea, merely dissolve in cold water. Combine sugar, 1 cup water, cinnamon and fruit rinds. Simmer 15 minutes. Add syrup and fruit juices to tea and chill thoroughly. Serve in punch bowl over ice cubes, or make pretty ice ring like this: Arrange seasonal or well drained frozen or canned fruit in a shallow layer of water in the bottom ol the ring mold or angel food cake pan. l\it in freezer until fruit pattern is frozen in place. Add more ice water and return to freezer until entire ring is solid. Unmold by running a little water over bottom of pan. Christ Gave Real Meaning "I am come that you might have life and have it more abundantly.” In these words, we find the true meaning of Christmas. Je sus himself said it . . . "For the Son of man is come to seek and save that which is lost.” At Christmas, we observe more than the birth of a child; we recognize the birth of a Saviour, in fulfillment of the promise of God. OVER A MILLION It is estimated that over a million and a half watch both the parade and the Rose Bowl football game between eastern and western teams, which was instituted in 1916 and has be come a permanent feature on New Year’s Day. Somehow or other, Mary told herself, everything will be all right by tomorrow. Things were always right for Christ mas. She looked into the living- room. Bob was a study in concentration, sprawled across the floor in front of the fire place, reading the newspaper. He didn’t seem too concerned, but Mary knew he was as un happy as she about the situation. She went back to the sink and, even though she tried, she could not stop her eyes from seeking out the window, across the few yards that separated the house next door. By Chance Suzy was at the sink, too. And, their eyes met, almost. In times past, this had been the signal for a wave or a friendly smile, but both women quickly looked away. It had started with the kids, some silly thing. No one really knew exactly what started it. But, it grew, from an incident to a situation. After several years of friendship, the Smiths and the Browns were not speaking. At Christmas time, too. "Bob,” Mary called out. "Don’t you think we should call Bill and Suzy and . . . .” "We’ll do no such thing,” came the quick response. "If Bill Brown wants to apologize, then ...” The laughter increased with each new arrival. "It’s not entirely their fault, you know We all rather agreed to disagree. I think it is only a matter of our getting together and talking this thing out.” "Bill did enough talking when he said our kids started it all. They didn’t. It takes two sides to make up any kind of an argument.” "Well,” Mary interjected, "I think it is amusing. The kids aren’t mad at one another any longer. Aren’t we being a bit foolish?” "Maybe so. If you want to go over there and humble your self, you have my permission. Not me.” An Idea Mary turned silent, but a faint smile turned the corners of her mouth. Bob had not been so occupied with his reading as he seemed to appear. Mary finished in the kitchen and stepped out to the patio. It had started to snow, gently, adding fluffy flakes to the hard crust that was last night’s snowfall. Reaching out, Mary tested the snow with her foot. "Just right,” she said approvingly. Returning to the house, she dressed quickly and without a word to anyone, went to the basement and picked up the sled. Through the den where the children watched television, across the living room where Bob gave her only a casual look, she marched out the front door and to the vacant lot across the street. It was gently sloped, just right, and if you started at the top you could ride the sled from one end to the other. "One . . . two . . . three . . .” Mary counted the trips she had made. She was ready for trip four when Bobby said, "Hi, mom. Looks like fun. Let me ride, too. Will you?” More Success On trip six they were joined by two of the Brown children. TTie laughter increased with each new arrival. Bill Brown came out with a sled. Suzy walked up and stood nearby. A simple "Hi” and both sleds were off, rolling along to the sound of laughter: And then Bob was there, saying nothing, just joining in the laughter. And then came Betty Smith and Susan Brown and finally the neighbors from up the street. The parents tired first, as parents usually do. The chil dren hardly knew they had gone, until they heard the sounds of adult laughter ringing from the Brown kitchen. The children didn’t think too much of it. Laughter, afte’- all, is very much a part of the Christmas holiday.