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THE BROWN BAG CHRISTMAS

When I asked our newlywed Sunday School class to share a favorite Christmas story, Carrie Fuller said, "Our family has one we call the 'brown bag Christmas.'" When she finished, I had to hear more. Two days later, I called a member of her family for more details.
It was the early 1930s during the Dust Bowl days of Kansas, in the heart of the Depression. The Canaday family---Mom, Dad, 7 children---were having a tough time existing, so there would be no luxuries at Christmas that year. Mom told the children to go outside and find a Christmas tree and decorate it. After a lengthy search, they returned with a dead branch, the only thing they had been able to find. They stood it up in a bucket of sand and decorated it with pieces of paper tied with string. Little Judy, almost four, did not know how a Christmas tree was supposed to look, but somehow she knew it was not like that!

As Christmas approached, the Canaday children, like children everywhere, pestered Mom and Dad about what presents they might get under their "tree." Dad pointed out that the pantry was bare, that they did not have enough to live on, and there certainly would be no money for gifts. But Mom was a woman of faith and told her children, "Say your prayers. Ask God to send us what He wants us to have." Dad said, "Now, Mother, don't be getting the children's hopes up. You're just setting them up for a disappointment." Mom said, "Pray, children. Tell Jesus." And pray they did.

On Christmas Eve, the children watched out the window for visitors, but no one came. "Blow out the lamp and go to bed", Dad said. "Nobody is going to come. No one even knows we're out here."

The children turned out the lamp and got in bed, but they were too excited to sleep. Was this not Christmas? Had they not asked God to send them the presents He wanted them to have? Did Mom not say God answers prayer?

Late that night, when one of the children spotted headlights coming down the dirt road, everyone jumped out of bed and ran to the window. The commotion woke up Mom and Dad. "Don't get excited, children," Dad said. "They're probably not coming here. It's just someone who got lost." The children kept hoping and the car kept coming. Then, Dad lit a lamp. They all wanted to rush to the door at the same time, but Mr. Canaday said, "Stay back. I'll go." Someone got out of the car and called, "I was wondering if someone here can help me unload these bags." The children dashed out the door to lend a hand. Mom said to her youngest, "Stay here, Judy, and help Mom open the bags and put up the gifts."

A deacon from the church in town had gone to bed that Christmas Eve, and lay there tossing and turning, unable to get the Canaday family off his mind. Later, he said, "I didn't know what kind of shape you folks were in, but I knew you had all those kids." He had gotten up and dressed and went around town, rousing people from their sleep to ask for a contribution for the Canaday family. He filled his car with bags of groceries, canned goods, toys, and clothing. Little Judy got a rag doll which remained her favorite for years.

With so much food, Dad wanted to have a Christmas feast, to spread it all out and eat as they had never eaten before. Mom, ever the caretaker, said, "No, we need to make this last." And it did last, for weeks.

The next Sunday, Mrs. Canaday stood in church and told what the members---and one deacon in particular---had done for her family. There was not a dry eye in the house.

Years later, the oldest sister Eva wrote up this story about her family for a school project. Eva said, "We were so thrilled by all the wonderful things in the bags, for a while ;we lost sight of the most special gift. The best gift that Christmas was not in brown bags at all.
It was Mom's faith, as she taught her children to bring their needs to Jesus and trust Him to meet them. And a Dad's love that wanted only to protect his children from hurt and disappointment."

When Carrie finished telling her story, she added, "Little Judy is my wonderful grandmother." Today, Judy Canaday Dryden lives in Sanger, Texas. As she relived this event from seventy years ago over the phone, one could hear the tear in her voice and feel her pride in being the recipient of such a precious heritage from her mother and father.

At Christmas, we celebrate praying mothers and caring fathers and believing children. We give thanks for sensitive deacons and generous friends and sleepless nights. And we praise God for the hard times that teach unforgettable lessons, stories of faithfulness that get told and retold through the years inspiring each new generation to place their faith in a loving Savior.


14 posted on 12/20/2004 11:31:16 AM PST by Dubya (Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father,but by me)
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A Cowboy's Christmas Prayer

Turn on your sound.

15 posted on 12/20/2004 11:39:22 AM PST by Dubya (Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father,but by me)
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Dec. 20, 2004


Ga. Town Proud of WWII Christmas Legacy

RUSS BYNUM
Associated Press

BRUNSWICK, Ga. - With the Battle of the Bulge raging in western Europe during World War II, workers at a Brunswick shipyard were determined to deliver one more ship by year's end. To get the job done, laborers were needed around the clock on Christmas Day. About 1,500 volunteered - and they worked for free.

Newspapers across the United States carried the story in their afternoon editions Dec. 25, and 60 years later, their hard work and generosity remains a point of pride in the coastal city.

"We were Santa Claus," recalled 81-year-old Nanelle Surrency Bacon.

The shipyard built freighters to carry troops and supplies to the front lines of World War II.

It made its December quota before the holiday, launching its sixth ship Dec. 23, 1944. But Bacon and her co-workers at the J.A. Jones Construction Co. shipyard were determined to do more.

Bacon and John Clyde Smith, who supervised 100 electricians at the shipyard, could not remember whose idea it was to build seven ships in December and donate their Christmas overtime pay to the sailors taking those vessels overseas.

But Bacon remembers reporting for a 16-hour workday and seeing a Christmas tree, which her supervisor had cut from the woods, posted by the front gate. During breaks over crackers and Coca-Cola, she led co-workers in singing "Silent Night" and "O Little Town of Bethlehem."

In photographs from that Christmas, a man dressed as Santa Claus kneels on the docks with a blowtorch, flanked by two female welders.

"Shipyard workers here put in their eight hours today - free," read one Associated Press dispatch from Brunswick. "It was a Christmas present for the fighting forces on the front line."

After Christmas, workers received their holiday overtime checks already separated from their normal pay. They signed those checks over to the U.S. Treasury and turned them in to the shipyard's 13 union leaders.

The J.A. Jones Company then matched the workers' gift, donating an additional $16,080.

On Dec. 30, the Brunswick shipyard launched its seventh ship - the William Cox.

"You could feel the enthusiasm of the person over the intercom system," Bacon said. "It made you feel like you had almost given your heart or your life for the country. ... We just walked around and hugged each other and patted people on the back. It was a celebration."

On Jan. 2, 1945, the Brunswick workers received congratulations in a wire telegram from Vice Adm. Emory S. Land, chairman of the U.S. Maritime Commission.

"This is a performance unequaled by any of the six-way yards," Land wrote. "By exceeding the deliveries expected of it, your yard has made an extra contribution toward hastening the day of victory."

The 3,500-ton freighters, known as Liberty ships, measured 447 feet long and were relatively crude vessels - stemming from the Allies' need to build ships faster than German U-boats could sink them.

Using prefabricated parts that were welded rather than riveted, average production time was cut from 18 months to one month. The ships cost about $2 million apiece.

"She isn't much to look at, though, is she? A real ugly duckling," President Franklin D. Roosevelt said after first seeing blueprints for Liberty ships in 1941.

The fleet, however, proved vital to the war effort. Author Walter W. Jaffee, who has written four books on the ships, says simply, "We couldn't have won the war without it."

The Brunswick shipyard built 99 of the 2,710 Liberty ships launched from 1941 until the war's end in 1945. It closed soon after the war.


16 posted on 12/20/2004 12:02:31 PM PST by Dubya (Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father,but by me)
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