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  • nov. 20 - dec. 3, 2002 thanks Jivin feature newsmagazine In those days, our little town was filled with lots of local merchants Thanksgiving - Beginning of Holiday Season Holidays bring family and friends together By Michael Davis I WCnewsmagazine or me, holidays have always been a time of bringing people together, those who usually never get a chance to visit with one another. You get to see your grandparents, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, cousins and many friends who have always seemed like family even though may not actually be related. No matter how hard you try, the time that you have for these reunions never seems quite adequate. In my family, Thanksgiving in particular has always had a special significance because it marks the beginning of the Christmas holiday season. It is the time when we really come together as a family. I grew up as the youngest of five in a family whose main source of income is our family apparel business, owned by my grandmother. It is still in operation and has been since 1942. Counting my grandparents who both worked at the store, along with my mother and sister, it has always been touted that three generations have continued the family tradition of operating it. Naturally, the holiday season over the years has meant plenty of long days for my family and my grandmother in particular. As a matter of fact, most of the quality time we children had with our mother and grandparents during the holiday season has mainly been in our family store. Working in the family business, or the "store" as we call it (and establishing what I lovingly refer to as my family's puritan work ethic), was the most important contribution each member was expected to make for the family. At the age of 14, my grandmother took me down to the local Employment Security Commission offices and had me get a work permit, so that I too could participate in the family tradition. Throughout my teen years, I earned a nice weekly allowance of about $28 dollars or so, after taxes (I thought I was so rich). Working in the store was always exciting. I especially liked counting the change in the cash register at the end of the day. Sometimes I was even allowed to count the ones and fives. And I was always allowed to count out the $50 dollars that remained in the "drawer," as my grandmother called the cash register. Always starting with the total of coin change rounded to the nearest dollar then adding ones rounded to the nearest five, followed by fives rounded to the nearest ten, and usually topping off the amount with a couple of tens, the sum of $50 was always kept in the drawer for the next day. The most fun I can remember having while working in the store, however, happened once every year. Like clockwork, following Thanksgiving dinner, the family unit would ascend on the "store" and proceed to deck it out with holiday spirit while my grandmother would mark down merchandise for the anticipated day after Thanksgiving rush. I remember a couple of times that the lights in the display windows, set to go off at midnight, would go out before we could finish our holiday transformation. As usual, there never is or was enough time for us, especially when doing something we loved. As I grew older, the pride in my Thanksgiving Day contribution grew. It became a challenge for me, and my family, to push our holiday presentations just a little bit further each year. After a buying trip to New York one year, "Mama Bea" (as everyone that knew her called my grandmother) described the decorations she had seen at B. Altman & Company, a very stylish high-end store then in Manhattan. Using branches from her yard, thousands of white lights, a ton of white paint and our ability to translate her description- the lighted, white branches were suspended from the ceiling to create a twinkling canopy. In working together, her vision became a reality. It was a really cold Thanksgiving Day that year. I remember that I could see my breath in the air. When I walked outside to look at the holiday vision we were creating, the cold crisp night made the display seem that much more magical. I stood across the street looking into our store and thought how incredible all those little white lights looked. It seemed like there were stars falling from the ceiling. as I stood across the street, it seemed like we were the only show in town. As breath, the timer ran out on the window lights and the spotlights we had bee Suddenly, the only light from any business on the whole street was the glow Looking back, I realize that so many of my friends did not have the relationship I shared with my grandparents, especially my grandmother. Not that my grandmother was un-cool. When I thought of her, I saw someone wh the store did that night. When I saw my grandmother, she made me, and evel glow like those little stars falling from that ceiling. This Thanksgiving will be very different from those in the past. Sin branches first glowed, my grandfather, father and brother have all taken their stars. The week ofWCU's Homecoming, I got a call from my mother. Sl- my grandmother had been very sick all week and that she was not expected tc weekend. In fact, she had been in a comma for two days. I couldn't imagines( Just a couple of weeks before, I had gone and spent the day with he raining when I got there, but it cleared up when we went out. We went to lur by her house. She had fallen a couple of days earlier and was limited to a wheel cl- not stop us from having a great time. I pushed her wherever she wanted to go all over the yard and all around her house. We went through each room and e closets. She got a few things she wanted to take back with her to the assiste thought it was really cool that she could stack everything in her lap while I pc joked to her that everyone at the center would think she had gone on a shopp For the past nine months she, had been re-cooping in an assisted IBY little trip back home was like old times. I tried to think of things that I remen her. Most of all she enjoyed getting out and doing something or going somew grandchildren, if we would go with her. We proceeded to wander around her "projects" we had worked on together over the years. When I was about 10, she had a local bricklayer teach me how to 18 At the end of it there is a bird feeder thatwas there long before I ever built th Mama Bea just wanted a little path that reached the feeder. But this day was not about feeding the birds. She sat in her wheelch the sun as I weeded the overgrowth from the path. I never thought about it at was the last time she gof to spend an extended period of time just listening to wind in the trees in her own yard. Before I took her back, I drove her through neighborhood we used to cruise through on Sunday afternoons, when we WOE the Creamery for some ice cream after church. I did remember thinking that day how sad it must be for her to real ever come back home to live. As I logged mental notes of what memories wen which locations around the yard, whether a ring of stacked rock around a grm the rock lined creek walls that once held an arched bridge that connected thei the knowledge that her whole life had been spent building that place and all t attached to it. That evening when I left her to return to school, I thought about would see her again. I imagined what adventure we would go on and what We might have thought she would never do again. After such a fantastic day, no 0 me that the next visit would be to say good-bye. 00kiiåg back, ifealize that sonany of my friends did nor? :Gave the same kind of(s relationship shared •ec,W1th my grandparents; grandmothér;; Not. one did that my grandmother*fl
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