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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - December 24, 1974, Lethbridge, Alberta 22A THE LETHBRIDGE HERALD Tuttday, December 24, vfc i A By JOANNE BROWN Copley News Service I remember the first time I was told there was no Santa Claus. It was a crushing blow to be seven and told everything you ever believed m wasn't so. I hated Bobbie Frednckson for telling me that He was the horrible kid next door who always hauled off and hit me in the stomach. knocking the wind out of me (why I never did figure There was no way I could hit back. I was too doubled up with pain and no breath. Of course he ran away after hitting me So when I came to, he was home free I got even with him the day he told me there was no Santa Claus. We were out in our front yards building snow forts He built his two feet inside his parent's property line. And, as battle strategy declared, my fort was equal distance from our property line The manifesto for battle also declared neither party could start firing snowballs until both forts were as high as our Adam's apples. We were days erecting the forts. The possibility of having no snow never crossed our minds. Where I grew up, in the Washington State Cascade foothills, we had six to 10 feet of snow on the ground from Thanksgiving until St. Patrick's day Throwing ice balls was a direct and deliberate violation of the formal declaration of war. So it caused a lot of trouble the day Bobbie told me there was no Santa Claus because I deliberately hit him in the head with a beautiful ice ball I'd been saving just in case. I don't remember how the subject of Santa Claus came up. It was probably a natural conversation across property lines between 7-year-olds shortly before Christmas. All I do remember is hear- ing Bobbie say, "You're stupid. Don't you know there ain't no Santa Claus your ol' man is Santa Claus, dum- my. I've always been told my temper ignited rather quickly. All I remember about that particular open warfare was actively pelting Bobbie with ice balls as hard as rocks and screaming "Liar, liar. You're a liar And leaving him Dieeding in uie snow, with a gash in his forehead that would require four stitches. Through a fit of tears and despairing sobs (because something m me told me Bob- bie could be right about Santa Mother was able to find out what happened. Leaving me in a total state of disillusionment, she hurried out to find a seriously wounded Bobbie lying bleeding and unconscious in his fallen fort. My brother was called in from the ski-jumping hill in back of our house to babysit me Mother went with Mrs. Fredrickson and Bobbie to the hospital "You sure did it this time, kid He always called me "kid." Sometimes I wondered if he was so old he couldn't remember my real name. "If Bobbie dies that's murder and Santa Claus sure doesn't come for kids who kill people and things like that." Of course mv brother had no CHRBTMASX wish you happy holidays, and take this opportunity to thank you for the continued loyalty and confidence you have shown us. From the Management and Staff at DERME MACHINE SHOP 222-12 St. C. North Phone 327-0821 way of knowing Santa Ciaus was the start of the whole thing. "And stop sniveling it's bad enough that I have to come in and take care of you, kid." Later my brother came up- stairs to tell me I was lucky. "Bobbie's home, Kid, and you're home free (that was a big phrase with us kids 'home He's gonna be okie dokie." Because I wouldn't come down for dinner, Mother and Dad came to me. I remember that moment as one of the nicest feelings of love I ever had for my parents. Since I already knew Bobbie was OK, when Mother and Dad came to talk to ire it was about Santa Claus. "What made you so my Mother asked very softly. She and Dad had propped pillows behind their backs and stretched out on my bed, one on either side of me, and both held me close. Rather exhausted from hours of sobbing, I began to tell them the story from the top. "You've been called a dummy my father said. "And you didn't injure anyone because of it. "Besides, you know that the unkind words people say to you will never really hurt you "You mean sticks and stones and things like that, I had been taught to believe that if I knew I was do- ing the right thing, no matter what anyone said, words would never hurt me. "That's right. You used ice balls that are as bad as stones to injure Mother said. "But I didn't kill him." "The point is, young lady, you wanted to kill him." Christmastime, young hearts are filled with joy and delight. May yours be, too Dad's face, when I looked at him, was not as stern as troubled. "But he said there wasn't any Santa Claus. "He called you an ol' man and said you were Santa Claus." "Well, don't you think Bob- bie just said ol' man because boys today use that name when they speak of their fathers. It's just a saying he didn't really mean I was an old man." Mother just held me warm- ly and said nothing. Somehow I sensed I was go- ing to have to ask the question. I didn't want to because I was afraid of the answer. "Is there a Santa Claus, I thought a lifetime passed before he answered. Both my parents searched each other's face for just the right words. My mother didn't want me to see her cry so she pretend- ed to pick up my stuffed kitten from the floor. But I knew she was sad. Finally my Dad smiled at me with the kind of strength I grew to rely on. "What do you think, he asked. "Do you believe there is a Santa At that moment I remember loving my parents with the joy a child feels when a lost treasure is found. They didn't lie to me. They didn't say "yes, of course there is a Santa Claus." But they didn't add to my disillusionment by telling me there was no Santa Claus. In their wisdom they let me grow up with the right to make up my own mind. Looking back on it, they must have had a terrible time giving up Santa Claus, too. MRS. NED MERRILL USES ICE CREAM MOULD Family hangs dough on festive tree Andy Van Doom Richard Furikawa ANDY'S BARBER SHOP GREETINGS Irees all a-giimmer, surprises in store! To the holiday shimmer, add our warm gratitude. Forster Agency Ltd. 703-3rd Ave. South Phone 327-2793 Let's cherish every joy-filled moment of the Christmas Season. Thanks for all you've done. FARRELL'S FLOOR INSTALLATION "CY and DON" 630 22nd St. N. 327-6223 By SHIRLEY GALLINA Copley News Service LOS ANGELES It is hard to conceive a connection between bread dough and ice cream molds. But Mrs. Ned Merritt of nearby Manhattan Beach has make a profitable link between the unlikely objects. She creates charming Christmas tree ornaments from bread dough using molds which reflect the Yule spirit. She has a Christmas tree, the old fashioned St. Nicholas, a tin soldier and other toys. There also is a snowflake, but that is made from a hand- carved wooden mold. When she purchased the molds five years ago, the idea for ornaments hadn't even crossed her mind. From her own childhood, Mrs. Merritt had remembered those delectable ice cream treats that came in individually molded servings. Each was in the shape of a flower, a toy or an animal. So she served them at the birthday parties of the Merritts' three children, John 12, Robert 9, and daughter Ashley Ann 8. Suddenly she couldn't find the molded ice creams any more. By this time, they had become a tradition. Mrs. Merritt tracked down the company which had made them and found it had been sold to another company. She asked if she could buy any of the molds, and the employees said they didn't know whether any molds would be for sale or not. "I hounded them for a Mrs. Merritt recalls. Suddenly, on an impulse, she called again and dis- covered it was the last day the company would be open. They said she could buy the molds. The molds are between 50 and 75 years old. All were cast in metal from hand sculp- tured wax, and are real treasures. The family that owned the firm decided to keep many of them, but Mrs. Merritt bought all she could. "Year after year, this will carry through. "You know, everything in California is so transient, and I want the children to develop a sense of continuity a feel- ing of roots and permanence. "This way, they will know what we mean when we talk of heritage." The Merritts also have many family antiques in their home. It wasn't until two years ago that Mrs. Merritt got the in- spiration to make Christmas ornaments in the ice cream molds. As it turned out, the idea opened the way to a second career. Her first is being a fourth grade teacher. She took samples of the or- naments to a shop, and to her astonishment, the owner im- mediatelv said he would take a gross. Bread bulbs Copley Newt Service Start your own family tradi- tion by making bread dough Christmas tree ornaments. You don't need to have im- possible to find, old ice cream molds as Mrs. Ned Merritt has. "You can get small chocolate candy molds which would be fun for the she says. The recipe for the dough calls for four cups of unsifted flour, one cup salt and one and one-half cups water. "Knead it thoroughly with your hands. Place the dough in a plastic bag to keep it moist. "Before pressing it into the mold, knead a small piece of the dough until it has a smooth surface with no cracks. "Flour the surface of the dough before putting it in the mold." Mrs. Merritt found this makes it easy to get the dough out of the mold, and also gives the dough a slight sheen when baked. After pressing the dough firmly into the mold, turn it out on a cutting board. Using an Exacto knife or a sharp paring knife, trim off rough edges. Then insert a small wire loop in the top of the or- nament. Bake at 300 degrees. Mrs. Merritt has to bake her large molds three to four hours, but for the small chocolate molds she suggests checking after one-half hour. The dough should be a pale, golden brown, and sound "dry" when tapped with a fingernail. Cool, then spray with a clear, high-gloss resin which is found in floral supply stores. If you wish to paint the or- naments, use a fine point felt pen before applying the resin. Kept in a dry place they will last indefinitely. From Management and Staff at FREDDIES PAINT (Western) LTD. 816.3rd Ave. South Phone 327-5540 cozy setting makes home the place for every heart during the Christmas season. From Gerry Sage and Staff he Star shone brightly to welcome the Newborn Babe. May your Christmas be filled with the Light of His Love. Prom MANAGEMENT and STAFF MIDLAND AUTO SUPPLY LTD. (1971) !1 -5th fit. Siiuth Phone 327-4951 421-SthSt. Sttuth GREETINGS Deck the halls. trim the tree don holiday finery. May the season's activities fill your hearts with happiness and love. Our thanks to all. MAJORETTE RESTAURANT 612-3rd Ave. S. Lethbridge Phone 327-7511 GENE MAN and STAFF We will be closed Dec and Jan 1st Re-opening for business January 2nd at 8-00 a.m ;