I stood outside in the cold. Waiting. The sun had slipped behind the mountains and the wind blew through the valley, taking with it what little warmth remained. The snow that fell the day before had melted slightly and was now a frozen winter blanket on the concrete outside the theater. It was Christmas and we had come to see the Nativity Story.
Recently, a church in Little Rock has had to reschedule its production
of the children's Christmas play, â€śMerry Christmas, Charlie Brownâ€ť due
to a bunch of controversy over some elementary school teachers' offer
to take kids to see the play on a school day.
Apparently, some atheists in the community believe the teachers at
this school have stepped over the line separating church and state.
According to a news report, the controversy started when a parent
expressed her concern to the Arkansas Society of Freethinkers, stating
I was raised from the time I was about 11 years of age by my grandparents and back in those days most folks had one television. Ours was in my grandparentâ€™s bedroom and I can tell you that young Dave had very little influence over what we watched in the evenings.
Rules were relaxed in the afternoon after school and Saturdays, of course, but that was it. If I wanted to see TV, we watched what Mamma wanted and that included â€śPerry Masonâ€ť, â€śWagon Trainâ€ť, â€śDragnetâ€ť, â€śHave Gun will Travelâ€ť and what I considered the MOST boring â€“ â€śHallmark Hall of Fame.â€ť (grin).
By Ginger English
With the holidays fast approaching, thoughts turn to home. Memories are rekindled of freshly baked yeast rolls, chocolate pie, and a warm crackling fireplace that welcomed family together as laughter filled the house.
A twinge of sadness overwhelms me this holiday season, however, as this will be the first Christmas without any of my siblings. My emotions have been very fragile the past few months, since the unexpected death of my oldest brother, which left me the lone survivor of the Fox family that was started on May 6, 1933.
My comments about books the past few weeks have generated interesting emails from readers, some of them out of state. Generally, they took sides in the ebooks vs. traditional books discussion. Younger readers favored the computerized books while older ones still prefer the printed format. One reader said she didnâ€™t want to give up paper books because she always embroidered book marks for Christmas and birthday gifts.
One might say the Barnetts have a thing for animals, both domestic and wild.
Upon entering Don and Jane Barnettâ€™s home, I am greeted with the warmth of Christmas. Among the sparkling ribbon and glittering mesh that mark the arrival of the holiday season is Smokey, a rescued cat, draped across the chaise lounge, while a sleekly coated pug, Mallory, nestles on a nearby rug.
Thanksgiving has come and gone and just about everyone I know enjoyed food, fun and fellowship, as dear Thelma Crotts would describe an occasion.
Fort those who don't know Mrs. Crotts, I'll explain. She was the principal at Angie Grant Elementary School for many years. My son Allen was one of her pets, and he naturally adored her.
I never heard her describe any social occasion without including the word "fellowship." It probably resulted from her many years as a preacher's wife. We church folks do a lot of "fellowshipping."
Even though my kids are teenagers, they still look forward to baking and decorating cookies for the Christmas season. It is a family tradition, one I hope they will pass down to their children. We are developing memories that will last a lifetime.