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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1988-12-21, Page 27THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1988. PAGE 27. Marion wasn’t as pretty as she once was Continued from page 26 to suck. It seemed to make Marion mad because all they could think of giving this one was milk that happenedtobe left in one of the other babies’ bottles and the milk would make it fat and she wanted it to die. She often talked of killing it but that was just talk for she knew as well as we did that the Eye of God was on her the same as on anybody else. You don’t need to kill babies for you can generally easily let them die. You can leave them uncovered on very frosty nights. Marion set fire to the hay in our cow’s house but the kids put it out. It was Christmas Eve. We were having a party and there was a Christmas Tree. Marjan was sitt­ ing on the floor and all the kids were sitting around him. He was telling them a story out of a book about a Baby that had a Star in the sky. Marion was trying to make all the noise she could. Then all at once she picked her kid off the box where it was asleep. She picked it by the arm so it screamed and she went outwithitand wecould hear her swearing andcursing thebaby. We thought she went to the other shack. Butthere wasacampone mile away to the east. Marion went there. It was only men and most of them had gone away for Christmas but there were mouth-organs playing and the windows looked very bright. It was night, very cold and very clear. Marion wanted those bright windows but she had not had bright clothes for many months now and these men were not yet drunk and they knew that she was a leper. She knew that they knew and she knew her dress was not pretty and that is why she threw her baby over the log pile. Shewas hating things. She walked past the camp twice. Then she went in. The men reviled her and there was a young girl there with a dress all silk. Marion was only twenty-three but she was not pretty like she used to be. She looked old. They gave her a drink and another drink and they let her take food their words seemed to sting her as they joked. She wished to scratch the eyes of the pretty girl who was young. When she made to do it, the men put her out and told her to go home. Outside she swore and beat on the door but it would not open to her. She bit her hands and pulled at her hair but the door would not open and it was Christmas Eve. She sat on that camp step and the people inside thought she had gone. But she was there and a numbness crept up inside her. It was clear and very frosty and presently she leaned her head against the wall and cried quietly just like a very little girl and very good girl would cry. She put her hands to her mouth to stifle the The origin of the Advent calendar The advent calendar originated in Germany and Scandinavia it can be a picture of a house with windows, a typical Christmas scene or a snow­ scape. Advent calendars have windows that can be opened to reveal tiny pictures behind them. More modern ones have small toys or candies behind those little windows. There is one window for each day leading up to Christmas. Everyday, children are allowed to open one window. Their anticipation grows until the last and largest window is opened on December 25. Its theme is usually the Nativity. sobs and all the stars seemed very, very clear. The numbness was going all through her body and as she leaned back the water in her eyes seemed to make the thousand bright stars dance in the sky. She says she could hear them laughing but they were not laughing at her. She says they were laughing just like Eloise was laughing a few minutes before she had slammedour door and gone out. She says one star grew larger and larger and turned into a little face as pretty as the angel in the picture, and it reached out white hands and said “Mamma”. It was then that she screamed so that the men in the camp heard and came to the door but saw nothing. Marion had gone to the log pile but her babe was gone. Like a wild thing she rolled on the logs and clawed in the snow. Her hands found the bundle. It had fallen from the logs and had sunk deep in the warmkindly snow. It did not cry and in the night she did not feel any life or warmth. It was Christmas Eve. Marion hugged the snow-wet little body to hers and cried in frenzy. She wrapped her torn coat around it. A manofthecamp said he saw her running down the track. Marjan was showing us how to dress a Christmas Tree. He was finding up pictures of them in catalogues and story books. The two gramophones were going and the children were making much noise and Eloise’s little dog was barking at the children as they danced. We did not know Marion paused at our door. In the morning we found her. She was lying in stupor in the box thatfarmers call a manger. Her thin little baby was staring fixedly at our community cow. Marion’s unconscious hands were holding the baby tight to her breasts in our warm cow house. She stirred as we touched her and she held the baby tighter. It was Christmas Day. Marjan took them to his house. Don W. Armstrong for this holiday season Thanks for the pleasure of your business HURON FEEDING SYSTEMS BRUSSELS JOE, DEBBIE & FAMILY Let your nomes and hearts be warm with the spirit of Christmas. Seasons Greetings from the staff TWIN COUNTY GRAIN ELEVATORS RR #3, Brussels, Ont. Phone [519] 356-2292 A very merry Christmas to our clients and their families. I I s g g « ---——-.7-—g | From Dwight, Gord, Pat & Brent | | BLYTH CONSTRUCTION I Let the richness and excitement of the season embrace you and yours. Thank you to our customers for their support. 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