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Subject: there a place like this (christmas time) Author: rustywire [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:05:56 08/24/02 Sat We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas… The snow fell as they walked alone into the night Snow, snow everywhere it fell in big flakes, big ones hung in the air drifting ever so slowly to the ground. The snow was piled high on the sidewalk and roads were covered, it piled up and made cruncking noises as the Little Brown Eyes walked with her mother stopping under a street light, standing there watching the flakes fall. It was silent and peaceful. The little girl wondered where they were going. Somehow Florida seemed so far away, he was from far off. His hair was jet black, his skin fair and he was Cherokee, his name was Ketcher. He never knew his real father, his mother had raised him and she had done a good job of taking care of him. He had grown up, joined the service and had moved to North Dakota, to the high country. His wife had been Sioux, they had two little girls. She didn't want to be married to him anymore so she moved away to St. Paul taking the girls with her. After six months alone and a broken heart he had left Bismark and moved to this small town in the mountains in the Southwest. He worked with computers but there were no jobs he could find so he took the first one there was. It was operating snow plow. When he applied for the job, they asked him, Are you some kind of Indian? Cherokee, he said. They just laughed and said, Sure, my mother was an Indian Princess, too. He had always heard that when he told people he was Cherokee, there were so many out there, that when a real one came along, no one believed him. The old orange snow plow was warm and the snow was thick as he headed down the street after having worked eight hours uptown clearing the roads, he was headed back to the road shed ready to call it a night. In the dim light on the corner he saw them, they were Indian, Navajo it looked like, this place was near their country. He remembered a time when a llttle boy stood like them many years ago in the snow. They looked wet and cold with no place to go. They saw him, the orange glow of the snow plow coming out of the heavy snow. It stopped in front of them. Little Brown Eyes, she looked up as the passenger opened up and she heard a voice, a friendly one that said, You guys look like you need a ride. It ain't much but it's warm, there isn't any place open right now so jump in. Her mother looked at him suspiciously, she had been stopped by men who drove by and said to her, Want a ride, she knew they wanted more than a ride, so she always just walked away. In Navajo, he said, "Oshde' Ko' Sida, Ahyo deskaaza' HAY! (Come on in, have a seat it is too cold outside} He was learning some Navajo from Ashie, a Navajo he worked with. "Where can I take you, this is too slow to go anywhere if you want to jump out anywhere you can, it is just a ride. It's ugly but it's warm." He threw his beaded wallet down to her, he said, "If you are worried about me, you can hold this, so now I have to trust you give it back." They got in. As they rode on down the road, he told them he couldn't sing Christmas carols too good, but he tried. He turned down the road and went to his sister's house, she had grown children and an empty house. They felt ashamed for the way they looked but Ketcher didn't seem to mind, his sister opened the door and told them to come in. She took them upstairs. As they went into the living room, Little Brown Eyes saw the Christmas tree, this man Ketcher had Smiling Eyes, they were the friendliest eyes she had ever seen, they seemed to twinkle on their own. She asked if she could look at the tree, it was all lit up, all colored lights, with icicles and a few presents under the tree. Her mother was quiet, when Ketcher's sister said, I have room for you, you can stay with me. I take care of old people during the day and I need help you would be doing me a favor if you could stay and help me out. The little girls mother went upstairs and they stayed for a while. The little girl's name is Kelly and well her last name is Ketcher, she found Christmas presents with her name on them under the tree. Her mother is Diane and she and Ketcher, well let's just say, they found each other that night on a street corner. A chance meeting that made all the difference in the world. The three of them are now four and it is Christmas once again, and Little Brown Eyes found a place to call home. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: there a place like this (christmas time) Author: Victoria Wood [Edit] Date Posted: 04:16:39 09/06/02 Fri Hello... The short story "there a place like this(christmas time)" is a love story which touches the heart of anyone who knows the hardships of existence. My heart went out to the young woman and her child. Would any of us, really have slowed down within our own struggle to help a freezeing mother and child along the road. All of us know how difficult substaining our own existence can be, making it easy to understand her plight. She is a lucky woman indeed, to have found such a giving man for a husband. God has surely sent an angel to guide their path along the way. He is surely a gift from God, a given grace. Cheers ~Victoria~ >We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry >Christmas… >The snow fell as they walked alone into the night > >Snow, snow everywhere it fell in big flakes, big ones >hung in the air >drifting ever so slowly to the ground. The snow was >piled high on the >sidewalk and roads were covered, it piled up and made >cruncking >noises as the Little Brown Eyes walked with her mother >stopping under >a street light, standing there watching the flakes >fall. It was >silent and peaceful. The little girl wondered where >they were going. > >Somehow Florida seemed so far away, he was from far >off. His hair was >jet black, his skin fair and he was Cherokee, his name >was Ketcher. >He never knew his real father, his mother had raised >him and she had >done a good job of taking care of him. He had grown >up, joined the >service and had moved to North Dakota, to the high >country. His wife >had been Sioux, they had two little girls. She didn't >want to be >married to him anymore so she moved away to St. Paul >taking the girls >with her. After six months alone and a broken heart he >had left >Bismark and moved to this small town in the mountains >in the >Southwest. He worked with computers but there were no >jobs he could >find so he took the first one there was. It was >operating snow plow. > >When he applied for the job, they asked him, Are you >some kind of >Indian? Cherokee, he said. They just laughed and said, >Sure, my >mother was an Indian Princess, too. He had always >heard that when he >told people he was Cherokee, there were so many out >there, that when >a real one came along, no one believed him. > >The old orange snow plow was warm and the snow was >thick as he headed >down the street after having worked eight hours uptown >clearing the >roads, he was headed back to the road shed ready to >call it a night. > >In the dim light on the corner he saw them, they were >Indian, Navajo >it looked like, this place was near their country. He >remembered a >time when a llttle boy stood like them many years ago >in the snow. >They looked wet and cold with no place to go. > >They saw him, the orange glow of the snow plow coming >out of the >heavy snow. It stopped in front of them. > >Little Brown Eyes, she looked up as the passenger >opened up and she >heard a voice, a friendly one that said, You guys look >like you need >a ride. It ain't much but it's warm, there isn't any >place open right >now so jump in. > >Her mother looked at him suspiciously, she had been >stopped by men >who drove by and said to her, Want a ride, she knew >they wanted more >than a ride, so she always just walked away. > >In Navajo, he said, "Oshde' Ko' Sida, Ahyo deskaaza' >HAY! (Come on >in, have a seat it is too cold outside} He was >learning some Navajo >from Ashie, a Navajo he worked with. "Where can I take >you, this is >too slow to go anywhere if you want to jump out >anywhere you can, it >is just a ride. It's ugly but it's warm." He threw his >beaded wallet >down to her, he said, "If you are worried about me, >you can hold >this, so now I have to trust you give it back." They >got in. > >As they rode on down the road, he told them he >couldn't sing >Christmas carols too good, but he tried. He turned >down the road and >went to his sister's house, she had grown children and >an empty house. > >They felt ashamed for the way they looked but Ketcher >didn't seem to >mind, his sister opened the door and told them to come >in. She took >them upstairs. As they went into the living room, >Little Brown Eyes >saw the Christmas tree, this man Ketcher had Smiling >Eyes, they were >the friendliest eyes she had ever seen, they seemed to >twinkle on >their own. > >She asked if she could look at the tree, it was all >lit up, all >colored lights, with icicles and a few presents under >the tree. Her >mother was quiet, when Ketcher's sister said, I have >room for you, >you can stay with me. I take care of old people during >the day and I >need help you would be doing me a favor if you could >stay and help me >out. The little girls mother went upstairs and they >stayed for a >while. > >The little girl's name is Kelly and well her last name >is Ketcher, >she found Christmas presents with her name on them >under the tree. >Her mother is Diane and she and Ketcher, well let's >just say, they >found each other that night on a street corner. A >chance meeting that >made all the difference in the world. The three of >them are now four >and it is Christmas once again, and Little Brown Eyes >found a place >to call home. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]