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>>>Subject: Christmas Angels
>>>
>>>Angels, Once in a While
>>>>
>>>>In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and
>>>just 75
>>>>cents in my pocket. Their father was gone.
>>>>
>>>>The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.
>>>Their
>>>>Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever
>>>they
>>>>heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to
>>>hide
>>>>under their beds. He did manage to leave 15 dollars a week to buy
>>>groceries.
>>>>Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but
>>>no
>>>>food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern
>>>Indiana at
>>>>that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
>>>>
>>>>I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my
>>>best
>>>>homemade dress. I loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off
>>>to
>>>>find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant
>>>in
>>>>our small town. No luck. The kids stayed, crammed into the car and
>>>tried to
>>>>be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was
>>>willing
>>>>to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck.
>>>>
>>>>The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old
>>>Root Beer
>>>>Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called
>>>the
>>>>Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out
>>>of the
>>>>window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the
>>>>graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65
>>>cents an
>>>>hour and I could start that night.
>>>>
>>>>I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for
>>>>people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar
>>>a
>>>>night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already
>>>be
>>>>asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
>>>>
>>>>That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers we all
>>>thanked
>>>>God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I
>>>got
>>>>home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with
>>>one
>>>>dollar of my tip money - fully half of what I averaged every night.
>>>>
>>>>As the weeks went by, heating bills added another strain to my meager
>>>wage.
>>>>The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and
>>>began to
>>>>leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every
>>>morning
>>>>before I could go home.
>>>>
>>>>One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and
>>>found four
>>>>tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just
>>>those
>>>>beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I
>>>>wondered. I made a deal with the owner of the local service station. In
>>>
>>>>exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I
>>>
>>>>remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him
>>>to do
>>>>the tires.
>>>>
>>>>I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't
>>>enough.
>>>>Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for
>>>the
>>>>kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting
>>>some old
>>>>toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for
>>>Santa
>>>>to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing
>>>
>>>>patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too
>>>far
>>>>gone to repair.
>>>>
>>>>On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big
>>>Wheel.
>>>>These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named
>>>Joe.
>>>>A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were
>>>>dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat
>>>around and
>>>>talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home
>>>before
>>>>the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on
>>>
>>>>Christmas morning I hurried to the car.
>>>>
>>>>I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and
>>>get
>>>>the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had
>>>cut
>>>>down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump.)
>>>>
>>>>It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but there appeared to be
>>>some dark
>>>>shadows in the car - or was that just a trick of the night? Something
>>>>certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what. When I
>>>reached the
>>>>car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped
>>>in
>>>>amazement. My old battered Chevy was full-full to the top with boxes of
>>>all
>>>>shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, scrambled
>>>inside
>>>>and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
>>>>
>>>>Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was a whole
>>>case
>>>>of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was
>>>full of
>>>>shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other
>>>boxes:
>>>>There were candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was
>>>an
>>>>enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was
>>>>pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a
>>>whole bag
>>>>of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks
>>>and
>>>>one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the
>>>sun
>>>>slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing
>>>with
>>>>gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little
>>>ones
>>>>that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago
>>>>December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.
>>>>
>>>>--Barb Irwin
>>>
>>
>
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