A CHRISTMAS IN MARCH
Just before Christmas in 1944, a letter arrived at our house in
Philadelphia. The postmark was from Tuskegee, Alabama, so we all
knew who it was from. We excitedly gathered around Mother as she
opened it at the kitchen table. My Dear Mother, I did not get the leave I
expected for Christmas. I will miss all of you. Please leave the Christmas
tree up until I make it back. I hope to be home by March. Love from your
son, Clifton I was 17 years old at the time. My heart sank. I felt a profound
sadness that my favorite brother would not be home for Christmas. He
was one of the Tuskegee Airmen and was responsible for maintaining
the airplanes flying off to fight in World War II. My mother, being the
optimist she always was, said, “Well, it looks like we’ll get to have two
Christmases this year!” After Christmas, my sister and I worked together
to make sure we kept that Christmas tree looking as pretty as possible.
This was no easy feat. By mid-January, the branches drooped so low to
the ground that they became a sliding board for the decorations. Each
day, ornaments would come crashing to the ground and there were
brand new sprinklings of pine needles all over the wooden floor. My
sister and I took turns sweeping them up. We repositioned the
ornaments to the stronger branches on the tree, hoping they would stay
on. Each time we freshened that tree up, my sister and I were full of
thoughts about Clifton and how happy we would be to see him again. It
made us feel that he was close by, even though he was hundreds of
miles away. On March 5, the doorbell rang. We ran to the door and gave
Clifton a big hug. As he hugged Mother, I could see him peek over her
head at the Christmas tree. “It’s beautiful,” he said. “Thank you.” Clifton
opened his presents and told us all sorts of stories about his work in
Tuskegee. That night as we slept, we heard a crash in the living room.
We all ran to see what had happened. The tree had toppled onto the
sofa and there were needles and broken ornaments everywhere. We all
had a good laugh. It was fortuitous Clifton got home when he did!
ELABORE UN LISTADO APARTE DEL VOCABULARIO
DESCONOCIDO CON SU SIGNIFICADO. plis es para hoy
Just before Christmas in 1944, a letter arrived at our house in
Philadelphia. The postmark was from Tuskegee, Alabama, so we all
knew who it was from. We excitedly gathered around Mother as she
opened it at the kitchen table. My Dear Mother, I did not get the leave I
expected for Christmas. I will miss all of you. Please leave the Christmas
tree up until I make it back. I hope to be home by March. Love from your
son, Clifton I was 17 years old at the time. My heart sank. I felt a profound
sadness that my favorite brother would not be home for Christmas. He
was one of the Tuskegee Airmen and was responsible for maintaining
the airplanes flying off to fight in World War II. My mother, being the
optimist she always was, said, “Well, it looks like we’ll get to have two
Christmases this year!” After Christmas, my sister and I worked together
to make sure we kept that Christmas tree looking as pretty as possible.
This was no easy feat. By mid-January, the branches drooped so low to
the ground that they became a sliding board for the decorations. Each
day, ornaments would come crashing to the ground and there were
brand new sprinklings of pine needles all over the wooden floor. My
sister and I took turns sweeping them up. We repositioned the
ornaments to the stronger branches on the tree, hoping they would stay
on. Each time we freshened that tree up, my sister and I were full of
thoughts about Clifton and how happy we would be to see him again. It
made us feel that he was close by, even though he was hundreds of
miles away. On March 5, the doorbell rang. We ran to the door and gave
Clifton a big hug. As he hugged Mother, I could see him peek over her
head at the Christmas tree. “It’s beautiful,” he said. “Thank you.” Clifton
opened his presents and told us all sorts of stories about his work in
Tuskegee. That night as we slept, we heard a crash in the living room.
We all ran to see what had happened. The tree had toppled onto the
sofa and there were needles and broken ornaments everywhere. We all
had a good laugh. It was fortuitous Clifton got home when he did!
ELABORE UN LISTADO APARTE DEL VOCABULARIO
DESCONOCIDO CON SU SIGNIFICADO. plis es para hoy
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