Sherwood High School - Echo Yearbook (Aurora, NY)

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CARVING THE CHRISTMAS TURKEY Christmas turkey? Yes, it was supposed to beg but when I received my first piece of turkey I had the feeling of just ushering the New Year in: why did Grampa take so long? D1dn't he see our mouths watering and our eyes feasting upon that luscious bird at his el- bow? It was our regular Christmas custom-we were at Grampa's for dinner Christmas nightg it had been a perfect day-our presents were nYes dearu, cut in Gramps meekly, to avoid further scoldings. Meanwhile, at the other end of the table a subject was being discussed hich was of ' very great importance-the war. I knew if Gramps heard he'd want to Join ln, and then when would we get that turkey?-next Christ- mas, perhaps, if we were lucky. But it hap- pened-I knew it would-and I settled back to another hour with my thoughts. It came to beautiful, the in all we felt Just coming in and skiing, we tired and vgry tree was glittering, and all in a regular holiday mood. from an afternoon of sledding felt gg good-perhaps a little hgngry. As I was saying, we had stood quietly at the point where Gramps was gesturing wildly with the fork and knife in mid-air, the l ttA d n erously near the end of the table grzmpgrtalkgd about Abe Lincoln-how, if he were here, everything would be right, and h1B recollections of that famous statesman. That our places for Grace, with one eye closed and the other resting a bit mischievously and longingly at that wonderful fowl. The huge carving knife and fork were resting on the platter, all ready for use. Supposedly we were ready to begin-but,no, someone, of course, had to ask about the turkey-where 1: came from, how old it was, and all such silly questions. For heaven's sake, couldn't they see it d1dn't make any difference ggg. There it was all ready and waiting to be eaten and they have to know the poor fellow's history! Well, Gramps only took what seemed to be a half hour explaining his own brand of natural history, and when it was over he picked up the knife to begin cutting. We heaved a sigh of relief. Ah-was he beginning? No-Aunt Arabella-that's my father's great-aunt who's about the fussiest woman a- live-had just spied a bit of grease which spattered on to Gramps tie when he lifted the knife., Well, that was removed and Auntie scurried back to her seat by her long-suffer- ing husband, Uncle Henry. Gramps picked up the fork-Ah gag. But no, the door flew open and a 'Cheery voice called nMerry Christmasu. Cousin Minnie had just arrived. Well , greet- ings were then in order, and when they were finished I fell into my seat, half-exhausted, my patience rapidly waning. nPlease, Gramps', I walled. uhll right, dear, we'll begin right nowu, he told me in a pleasant tone. Just then a terrifying shreak shook the house- baby Penelope had fallen from her high-chair. Everyone Jumped, administered first aid to a bruised knee, a blackened eye, and a tiny scratch in her hair. Darn her, anyway, why did she pick just that minute to tumble over? Well, anyway, we were seated again and I ask- ed hopefully, 'Now Gramps?' And he really began. The first piece fell, revealing a mouth-watering interior of oyster stuffing. I knew it wasn't polite to ask until all were ready to be served so I just sat quietly thanking heaven and praying there would be no more disturbances. 'Timothyi' It was Grandma's voice from the other end: 'Timothy, how many times must I tell you not to cut against the grain of the meat-and just look at the parsley and stuffing falling all over-Fix lt up. And can't you take it a little more easily? The table fairly creaks.' , ri ht but I had history gggkgeggfgtugyailncogn but not that luscious, Christmas turkey. And then it happened- Grampa leaned over the table, the Platter fell on the floor, and Sport and her five little puppies pounced upon our Christmas turkey- ------JRIIS POWBPS THE MIGHTY STORM The sky was downcast with a shadow of grayg only a tinge of sunlight poured forth from the clouds. The universe was gloomy: it was waiting for the rage of the storm to free its potential energy and give us the effect of its wild tempest. I, as I hurried through the house clos- lng windows and doors, in order to lock out Mother Nature's temper, was terrified at the fury that was being unleashed. A crash of gold across a now black sky- a clap of thunder-rain. Yes, nature had sent its mightiest thief to rob for awhile, the world of its sparkling beauty. We were now in a dark world. A world difficult to recog- n ze. However, as I watched this storm, I be- gan to consider it as a beautiful, spoiled child. When he has everything he desires, he is contented, but deny him a mere toy and he is all sullenness. He cries, he screams, he stamps his feet. The storm, too, is spoiled in much the same way. It is angry because we loved the sparkling beauty of the sunshine much more than his heart-sickening darkness. But the storm does bring some beauty in the separating of the heavens by a strip of yellow, illuminating the world below in a splendor which even the sun can't surpass. All the works of nature give us beauty,-- sometimes we must look deep for it. The lightning is the smiling face of the spoiled child. The smiling face of a child that be- lieves he has put something over on his parents Lovers of beauty gladly pay the premium for a world of sunshine and gladness. --Mary Rita Shaw