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no money at all. Pounding new churches was ample reward to their souls, but someone must find a way to fill the empty cereal bowls in the morning, the empty dinner plates at dinner.
If you have ever wondered, listening each noon to Ted on his Between The Bookends program, how he is able, so simply and easily, to reach out towards your own personal problem, go straight to your heart with his words of advice and touch you with the poems he reads, your answer is in those years, when living as the son of a struggling minister, he learned to find the true joys of existence from his mother.
Christmas, with his father home once more, was always
By JOSEPHINE LE SUEUR
the brightest day of the year for the little family. If today he can help you forget your burdens, your heartache, it's partly because of those Christmas mornings, bright and crisp in the cold of Kansas City winters, which he still remembers. Ted never knew presents as most of us understand them. There was no money to go downtown to the brightly decorated stores with their Christmas trees and smiling Santa Clauses. But his mother had taught him how to make wonderful decorations for their small balsam tree out of cranberries and popcorn they grew in the summer and stored away in the fall. And in the morning, down under the tree, there were always small paper bags of hard candy and oranges.
Ted never expected anything more. It was enough to have the excitement of popping the corn, of finding a new kind of candy in the paper bag, of playing with the homemade toys his "father had built. Another mother wouldn't have taught this simple truth — that popcorn and cranberries and oranges made just as nice Christmases as expensive toy automobiles and bicycles and roller skates. And the same spirit of love and joy with which she invested the Christmas holidays she spread over all the seasons {Continued on page 54)
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