Thursday, December 6, 2012
In this story, she tells of the Santa Train, a train that wound its way through the hills and hollows of the Appalachian Mountains each Christmas. It's about how important this train is to the children who live back in the hills. About the man who brings the train each year and tosses a silver package to each of the children waiting for the train to bring them what may be the only gift they'll receive that year. A toy and socks, or mittens or a hat or scarf.
In this story Frankie wishes every year for a particular toy and each year waits patiently in the cold along the side of the tracks and hopes. And it's the story of what Frankie makes of his life.
I tell you, while I'm reading it you can hear a pin drop in this room and at the end, a gasp from the kids.
I'm also working so hard on the baby quilt for our newest grandchild, a boy, come first of February. Wow, what a project I've taken on! These itsy, bitsy pieces! It's taking a long time at each sitting to do just one stall in the barn. I still have to do the embroidery outlines and eyes...yikes...eentsy, weentsy pieces!