Grandma Alice’s Christmas Wish

Posted by on Dec 12, 2011 in Historical Articles, My Grandparents' Farm | 7 comments

What is your heart’s desire?  Everyone has one. It’s something you would love to have, but it’s difficult, if not impossible, to obtain. Come find out how God fulfilled Grandma Alice’s heart’s desire one special Christmas.

For my mother’s family, Christmas during the Great Depression was non-existent. By the time my mother was six years old, she and her siblings had never received a Christmas gift nor had a Christmas tree stood in their house. It wasn’t that Mother’s parents didn’t believe in celebrating Christmas.  Rather, a severe lack of finances prohibited it.

As Alice went about her chores in the days following Thanksgiving, the celebration of Christmas weighed on her. She knew all too well that there was no money to buy a Christmas tree at the lot in town, so she didn’t bother to speak with her husband about that. No sense making Ed feel worse than he already did that he couldn’t purchase a tree let alone gifts for his wife and children. But there was someone whom Alice could speak with and she earnestly confided in Him.

All she wanted was to buy a Christmas tree for her children to enjoy and maybe a small gift for her husband and her children. It was alright if there was no money for a gift for herself. It was her family that she wanted to bless in a small way.

For days, Alice prayed for a miracle – for extra money to come to her and Ed. But now it was the week before Christmas and her prayers were unanswered. She knew that God hears and answers all prayers, sometimes saying “yes,” other times “no” and at times “wait.” She wiped a tear and resigned herself that the answer to her request was a no, and she asked God to give her the grace to accept His Will.

As she worked in her kitchen, a thought came to her. Their elderly neighbor, Mrs. Martin, had a grove of pine trees on her farm. Fresh pine trees!  And some of those pine trees would make perfect Christmas trees. Alice spoke to the Lord about those pines and her heart’s desire.

The next morning, she hurried into the kitchen and after mixing some yeast dough, she set it aside to rise. By the time breakfast was over and the kitchen cleaned, Alice worked her magic with the risen dough. Before her marriage, she had been a cook at a local hotel and was known far and wide for her excellent culinary skills.

When the cinnamon rolls were cool, Alice covered them with a cloth and put them in her market basket along with several dozen sugar cookies shaped like stars and a hatchet. Alice quickly glanced out the window. It was beginning to snow. She filled the cookstove with wood so the kitchen would be warm for her little ones, then gave the children some books to look at with the admonition to stay inside and away from the stove while she was gone. Ed was working inside the barn and wouldn’t be able to see her leave.

Pulling her worn coat around her, Alice hurried down the lane to the dirt road. Lowering her head against the biting wind, she realized that she’d forgotten her gloves but she was too far in the journey to go back.

Mrs. Martin opened her door and invited a snow-covered Alice to step inside, happy for the company. Alice handed the cinnamon buns and cookies to Mrs. Martin and asked if they could serve as payment for a small pine in the grove. Her four little ones had never had a Christmas tree, she explained.

Mrs. Martin looked at Alice in amazement. A recent widow, she, too, was suffering the effects of the Depression and was out of flour and sugar. The rolls and cookies were an answer to her prayer for some baked goods for Christmas.

It wasn’t easy chopping down a fresh pine with a hatchet, especially with the snow making the ground slippery, but God gave Alice a determined spirit. By the time she arrived back in their lane, the heavy snow was deepening and weighing down the pine. Alice’s fingers were numb and her stockings were in shreds as she prayed for strength to finish her task. It came in the form of her husband who rushed to her and took over pulling the heavy tree as four little faces, pressed against the kitchen window, watched.

After Ed shook the snow from the tree and carried it into the kitchen, he and the children filled the air with squeals of excitement.

That afternoon, Alice and the children sat at the table and made paper ornaments and strings of popcorn. Ed joined in, too, once the chores were finished. As Ed lifted the children to the top of the tree so they could hang the last of the decorations, Alice realized that even though life was difficult, God could be counted on to provide for them. And even a little extra like a heart’s desire.

 

 

7 Comments

  1. Great heartwarming old fashioned Christmas story! <3 it! God bless you, Cynthia,
    and your family this Christmas with a beautiful tree and all that goes with it!
    <3 <3 <3

    • Thank you, Sheri! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  2. What a beautiful Christmas story, Cyndi. Treasured memories. Merry Christmas to you for brightening my day.

    • Thanks, Keiki. You never fail to brighten my days. I’m glad I could do the same for you, friend.

  3. I should also mention that our children helped to make my mom’s kitchen makeover possible, as well!

  4. Hello, dear friend. Thank you for this lovely story of your grandmother’s faith and strength in difficult times. It must be in the genes!

    One of my recent heart’s desires was for my mom to have an updated kitchen, since she spends a lot of time there and enjoys making meals for her children and grandchildren. Thanks to my brothers and their wives, along with a very generous husband and a kind friend willing to help, my mom is tickled with her kitchen make-over! God is good. 🙂

  5. Very heart-warming…and what a reminder of how lucky (spoiled?) we all are these days! Sometimes I wonder if life was better then, given its simplicity. Besides the back-breaking hard work, I think that people in that day enjoyed the little things so much more. Thanks for sharing this!

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