A Back-home Christmas
By Wayne Easter © 2014
Online: December, 2014
A Back-home Christmas. Photo by Wayne Easter.(Editor’s Note: Wayne Easter lives in Mt Airy, North Carolina with his wife of 57 years, Helen. He has written three books about his early years growing up, “way out in the weeds at the foot of the Blue Ridge.” His talent for taking one along on memory trips to his early days on Stewart Creek's, makes reading his stories a genuine pleasure. He has written three books, “Stewart's Creek: (The End of an Era) ,” “In the Foothills of Home: Memories of growing up in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains,” and, “Roads Once Traveled: In the Foothills of the Blue Ridge.” All are available on amazon.com.)
By mid-December, things had slowed down considerably, and we were no longer dying in the hot summer fields, the tobacco was sold, the bills were paid, and we had money again. After going barefoot all summer, we had new shoes, and one tobacco-selling day around 1940; I ate my first hamburger on Market Street in Mt Airy. It was right up there with fried chicken. With the big rush over, we had time to think again, and there was great satisfaction in knowing we'd done our best. We'd followed the moon signs like God intended, and everything considered, we'd had a good year. With the basement full of can-stuff, the granary full of corn, fatback and black walnuts from the creek bottoms, and a barn full of food for the animals, nobody or nothing would go hungry on our hill. The wolf would have to find himself another door to scratch at.