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1977 Christmas Magic Courtesy of the Saxon Inn von Capriotti, Eugene R. (eBook)

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1977 Christmas Magic Courtesy of the Saxon Inn

This tale is about a five year old girl's fear of spending the Christmas of 1977 in the western Pennsylvania town where both of her parents were born and raised. She is convinced that Santa Claus would not be able to find her on Christmas Eve if she were not right there in her Ohio home, the only home she had ever known. That meant that she would not get gifts for Christmas. Her father hatches a plan to eliminate her fear, a plan that meets with disaster. As a result, the girl loses faith in her father, no longer believing that he knows everything and can do anything. The father needs nothing short of a miracle to regain his daughter's faith in him. Magically, just two nights before Christmas Eve, in an isolated tavern near his boyhood home, just the right miracle to do the job awaits him.


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    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781543913149
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1977 Christmas Magic Courtesy of the Saxon Inn

Thursday, November 24: Thanksgiving Day Dreams & Nightmares

Thanksgiving Day finally arrived. There we were, all seven of us, Carole, John, Michael, Paul, Jean, Chris and I seated at the dining room table about which Deacon prowled constantly, on the lookout for scraps of food accidentally falling or being intentionally dropped to the floor. Carole sat at the end of the table closest to the kitchen of which she was supreme ruler. I sat at the other end. John (age 14) sat to my right and Jean to my left they being the Alpha and Omega or so we had thought before news of Chris's arrival had arrived. Michael (age 11) sat to her right and Paul (age 10) to her left in a Right Bauer, Left Bauer fashion. Chris sat in a high chair nestled between Carole and Michael.

Both of Carole's parents were of sturdy Slovak stock and our older boys had inherited physiques similar to those of the males in their families, especially those of the Severin clan to which her father belonged. John, Michael and Paul were each well built, athletic and hungry. The Thanksgiving feast was destined to be devoured with vigor as were meals served on any other day. No question about it, access to Carole's great foods was the driving force for gathering around our dining room table. Importantly, however, dinner also provided us with the opportunity to not only talk about our individual activities but to also discuss issues that involved participation in activities as a family. At this particular dinner Carole and I had decided that the prime topic for discussion would be a family trip to Western Pennsylvania to spend the Christmas holidays with grandparents, uncles, aunts, nephews, nieces, and cousins be they first, second or third.

Discussion would have to come later. As soon as we were seated everyone became preoccupied with loading their plates with roasted turkey; mashed potatoes and stuffing bathed in gravy; buttered and salted golden yellow corn kernels; French style green beans seasoned with oregano, rosemary, salt, black pepper, mixed with almonds and then lightly fried in olive oil; candied (melted marshmallows) sweet potatoes; cranberry sauce and buttered hot rolls. When the feeding frenzy had subsided, Carole asked for everyone's attention. She informed our children that their grandparents wanted very much for us to spend Christmas with them and the other relatives in Western Pennsylvania. There was immediate response from John, Michael and Paul in the form of boisterous hooting and hollering.

And why not? No place in the world offered them so much in the way of entertainment and top-flight feasting. They knew that parties, sledding, ice skating, movies, overnights and just plain bumming around with this relative or that while out of reach of close parental supervision more than likely awaited them. Their adult relatives, especially Carole's mother, Josephine (her father Joseph had passed away a year earlier), and my mother, Jennie ( not so much my father, Raymond), were extremely lenient with the boys and more often than not (even my father) met their requests in the loving and affectionate affirmative.

And then there were the Steelers, the football giants of the universe in the 1970s! What better place to be as the season played out with playoff pairings taking shape than where it seemed that the only clothes people owned were black and gold stamping them unmistakab ly as citizens of "The Steeler Nation"? Over the years the boys had been deluged with Christmas and birthday gifts from their Western Pennsylvania relatives, gifts consisting of Steeler jackets, Steeler hats, Steeler gloves, Steeler pajamas and Steeler you name its. They too were citizens of "The Steeler Nation" and had no fear of looking out of place even while sleeping.

At dinner, Carole also expressed delight with the idea of spending the Christmas holidays back home. When we had gone to

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