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In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone.. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect
in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had
the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New
tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then hid them in the basement
so there would b e something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a
state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump.) It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car-or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what. When I reached the car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crumbled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was hole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll..
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December.. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop...


Godspeed

Gry

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funnywhapper

Dec 20 @ 9:19AM  
good story. there are stories
like that in reader's digest magazine
now and then. guideposts too.
there's a market for your writing
out there. i think that was right
after jfk got elected. christmas
1960 if i read that right. i was in movies
and tv as an actor then. that's when
i met lucy. but her real name is i lien.
i played studs as a kid, she played
lucy. that movie, studs lonigan
helped jfk get elected. she had
two brothers. my two sisters
had been murdered in yosemite
national park during the korean
war at two years of age.
an irish kid, is also a kid
who doesn't know his origin.
an allegedly bastard child.
father unknown, even mother too.
many said christ was a bastard
child too. but everyone knows,
god is everyone's father and mother,
i don't care how you slice the bread.
you should expand the story,
to the present, including what
happened to your six kids.
and if the father ever came
home, from military duty?
make it like, the tale of ulysses,
in homer. like that movie--i'll be home for christmas.
another is, 'tomorrow is forever', starring claudette
colbert and orson welles, richard long. another
tearjerker. that movie studs lonigan was a bleak movie.
during prohibition chicago and then came the Great
Depression. what a crazy character studs lonigan
was. lucy was really too crazy. the book is
ten times more vilel than the movie. christopher
knight played studs lonigan as an adult.
jack nicholson played a real asshole who
went to joliet state prison for rape
after a political party party. frank gorshin
played a guy, who became a comedian.
one by one, the gang in the neighborhood
who had grown up together, went down
hard, one by one. until there were none.
studs himself died at age 29. at his
ma's house. only his ma hated him enuff
to love him. she wanted him to be a priest.
studs was the opposite of a priest.
but he was catholic at the end.
praying the rosary so fast it'll make
your head swim. indiana aint' too
far from chicago. gee is it flat as a pancake.
sorry to go on and on, but your story
just got me in the solar plexus.
samclaunts

Dec 20 @ 11:27AM  
Great blog and it hit home
Sam
theSkwirl

Dec 20 @ 12:11PM  
Thanks for sharing Sir.

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