Everything for Your Home's
Beauty, Comfort & Convenience 384-2123
704 Jamestown St, Columbia
Dr. Ronald P. Rogers
Support for your body's natural healing capabilities
Click here for details
Click here for information
Real Estate & Auction Co.
Duo County Telecom
Now Available Through
Your Cable Service!
GUN & PAWN
What's Going On
Info about the
Janice Holt Giles
and Henry Giles Society
Columbia Gas Dept.
GAS LEAK or GAS SMELL
24 hrs/ 365 days
270-384-2006 or 9-1-1
Call before you dig
Directory of Churches
phone numbers and more
for churches in Adair County
Find Great Stuff in
Antiques, Help Wanted,
Autos, Real Estate,
Legal Notices, More...
Chuck Hinman: IJMA No. 030: Merry Christmas, Mom
It's Just Me Again No. 030 : Merry Christmas, Mom, from your son, Chuck
The next earlier Chuck Hinman story: Grandma's Doll: A Hinman Family Christmas Story
By Chuck Hinman
It's kind of early Christmas eve, too early to go to bed, the football game isn't very interesting, and frankly, I am lonesome at this time of year without Connie. I realize I am not the only one for which Christmas can be a very lonesome experience. But it is relatively new for me. You see Connie passed away a few days after Christmas last year.
Bored, I decided to check my E-Mail to see if there was anything exciting in my "IN" box. Understandably, all of my friends must be with their families, at church, opening Christmas gifts, driving around looking at the Christmas lights, or any of a myriad of things for which Christmas is usually a family thing!
Even my IN box looked closed for the holidays. But there was one E-M entitled "Christmas Story" which didn't immediately prick my interest. I was so restless, I don't know what I was looking for! I had an option to "Read" or "Delete" and I didn't feel strongly either way. Something made the decision for me and I started wading through another of those impersonal E-Ms.
It was the story of a poor ten-year old boy who wanted to get his Mom something for Christmas but he only had ten cents. He went into a floral shop as they were closing on Christmas eve. He asked the manager if he had any flowers for ten cents -- just a little dime. The manager seemed to sense an unusual need, and without needing to know the details went to the back part of his shop. In a few minutes he returned with this beautifully arranged bouquet of red roses. He told the boy the bouquet was on special sale and that it was exactly 10 cents. The boy was ecstatic!
I was so caught up emotionally in the story, it brought to mind an experience when I was a ten-year old boy in the depression days of the '30's. I wanted to get a Christmas present for my Mom. I only had a dollar to spend. We had a Hested dime store so I went in to see what I could find for a Christmas present for Mom that only cost a dollar. I spotted this ruby-red glass serving plate (turned out it was depression glass that over the years has became a collector's item). I had just enough money for it. I was excited because it would be the first gift I had ever given my Mom!
I took it home and secretly wrapped it the best a 10 year old boy could. On Christmas morning, Mom didn't have many presents but I was so thrilled that she had a pretty red dish from me -- the first.
Many Christmases have come and gone. I am 81 years old. Isn't it interesting, I pondered in the silence of my lonesome room, that the memory of the details of most Christmases I have experienced with much more expensive gifts have been mostly forgotten. But this one Christmas where the gift was inexpensive by today's standards and more importantly that I was the GIVER -- not the RECEIVER -- has been indelibly imprinted in my memory with good feelings.
I suspect the Lord sent this special E-M story just to bring me comfort and cheer tonight. It would be just like HIM!
When my Mom passed away in 1973, she left hand-written bequests of special things in her house. Because I had given her the ruby-red serving plate, that was to be mine.
It was part of Connie's and my household for close to 30 years, After Connie was overtaken with Alzheimer's Disease, we didn't do much entertaining and this beautiful plate didn't find much use.
We had been members of a home Bible study class for nearly 50 years. It was common practice for the hostess to serve light refreshments at the close of each study. One time in recent years, the teacher and his wife, our specials friends, Chuck and Fran McCarthy hosted a luncheon at the close of the study. Fran had a complete set of the ruby-red depression glass and she honored us all by serving the luncheon using their beautiful dishes and serving pieces. I observed that they did not appear to have the single piece we had, Mom's Christmas present from me in the depression days.
In the days following the luncheon I became smitten with the thought of presenting Mom's one piece of depression glass to Fran and Chuck in appreciation of their faithful service as our Bible mentors over the years -- they were professionals in the food business -- the BREAD OF LIFE!
So, in time, my Christmas present to my dear Mom that special Christmas morning in about 1932 became a part of Fran's and Chuck's considerable collection of ruby-red depression glass, where it belonged. Both Mom, long since passed away, and Connie -- deep in the throes of Alzheimer's Disease would have whole-heartedly endorsed my decision.
Written on Christmas Eve 2003 by Mom's son, Chuck Hinman
This story was posted on 2010-12-19 02:09:26
Printable: this page is now automatically formatted for printing.
Have comments or corrections for this story? Use our contact form and let us know.
To sponsor news and features on ColumbiaMagazine, please use our contact form.
More articles from topic Chuck Hinman - Reminiscences:
Chuck Hinman: IJMA No. 026: What You Got
Chuck Hinman: IJMA No. 055. Grandma's Doll. A Christmas story
Chuck Hinman: IJMA No. 179. Lanky the cat
Chuck Hinman: IJMA No. 023. Thank God for Pets
Chuck Hinman. IJMA No. 135: Small town doctors
Chuck Hinman. IJMA No. 040: Uncle Floren
Chuck Hinman, IJMA No. 072 : Saturday Night Baths
Chuck Hinman. IJMA No. 131 : Where Does Butter Come From? II
Chuck Hinman: Where Does Butter Come From? Part 1
Chuck Hinman No. 112: The Watermelon Patch
View even more articles in topic Chuck Hinman - Reminiscences
Click for Info
Bank of Columbia
If You're Thinking of Selling,
Let Us Do the Yelling
Principal Broker & Auctioneer
Burton Real Estate
& Auction Service
Call Us For Appraisals
Click for Listings
On This Site
or Click Here
The Best of
Local Stories of
The Greatest Generation
Order Book or e-Book
See who's celebrating
Birthdays and Anniversaries
Special Events List
ColumbiaMagazine.com content is available as an RSS/XML feed for your RSS reader or other news aggregator.
Contact us: Columbia Magazine and columbiamagazine.com are published by D'Zine, Ltd., PO Box 906, Columbia, KY 42728.