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"DARN! I MISSED IT AGAIN!"

I missed it again. When I woke up Tuesday morning, December 6, I didn’t find anything at the foot of my bed again – either in my shoes or in a bowl.

That’s the story of my life. The Plunkett kids on Cedar Street always got cheated back in the 1930's and 40's. We would not be reminded about St. Nicholas night until we arrived at school the next morning, and would hear the kids talking about it. The German kids got fruit, nuts, hard candy, small toys and crayons and stuff like that. How lucky can you get?

“How come you get all that stuff?”

“St. Nicholas brought it,!” was always the reply. “He put it in our shoes.” "I found it in a bowl at the foot of my bed, said another.

There were comments about not getting coal or a switch -- and the rest of the day I would wonder why St. Nicholas didn't come down Cedar Street. When I asked my mother one time I remember her telling me it was a German custom and we weren't German. Interesingly enough, I later learned that her Mom was a Godel. The Godels came over in the 1880's to the little town of Wimber near Johnstown and built the hotel, brewery, general store and iron works plant. My grandmother was disowned by the family when my uncle joined the army and was an engineer in Pershings unit. She was disowned because Tommy was allowed to go to France to kill relatives. But we wern't German and didnt observe St. Nicholas Day. That was good enough for me!

It was a European tradition that on the night before St. Nicholas’ feast day, December 6, miraculously St. Nick would ride into town on a white horse from Heaven carrying a white book that had a record of each child’s deeds. He would reward good children with sweets and punish the wicked with switches. In Sweden and Norway he rode a reindeer. The Dutch brought this tradition to the New World. And, in the 1940’s European city of Milwaukee, many children were visited by St. Nicholas. Our family seemed to have nothing to do with St. Nicholas. Our folks explained that is was part of some people’s culture and that we observed the American tradition of St.Nick/Santa Claus on Christmas.

St. Nicholas became Greek Orthodox priest and had an amazing life of ministry and miracles. He was born in Armenia in 280 AD -- Armenia was the first country to become Christian by rejecting Persian Zoroastrianism. After a noteworthy life his influence continued and was chosen as the patron saint of Russia.

In 1087 the Muslims staged a bloody invasion into Turkey and all but wiped out the Christians in the region, which included the seven churches mentioned in Revelation. The remains of St. Nicholas were rescued and taken to Italy for safekeeping and a gigantic basilica was built in his honor. France and then the entire Western world honored his life. 400 churches were named in his honor in England and 1,200 across Europe.

Jumping centuries – in the 1600’s, the Pilgrims and the Puritans who came to the shores of America did not celebrate the Feast Day of St. Nicholas or Henry VIII’s “Father Christmas” (which we’ll write about later). They did not even celebrate Christmas Day. They considered each day as belonging to the Lord and the weekly Sabbath/Lord’s Day was their time of celebration.

It wasn’t until the Dutch settlers came to America and founded New Amsterdam, later changed to New York, that American children began hearing of the feast of Saint Niklass and observing the celebration of St. Nicholas night. As the wilderness was cleared, more English immigrants came over, bringing with them the festive traditions surrounding, “Father Christmas.” Gradually, over time, the description of Saint Nicholas became transformed and Christmas was emphasized.

CLICK HERE to learn about St. Nicholas from those who know.
CLICK HERE for the story of St. Nicholas Night.



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DO YOU HEAR THE BELL?"

It's impossible to please God apart from faith! And why?

Because anyone who wants to approach God must believe:

1. THAT HE EXISTS.

2. HE CARES ENOUGH TO RESPOND TO THOSE WHO SEEK HIM.

Hebrews 11:6 The Message Bible, Navigator Press. Colorado Springs, CO.

What an incredible Scripture. And what a clearly defined principle.

Faith is that wonderful resource that is ours to practice and perfect. It's that "step into the unknown" -- the jumping off the edge of a pier into the arms of our mother or father knowing that we will be safely caught in their arms.

In the excellent book and movie, "The Polar Express" the sound of a bell became the focus of a child's ability to "believe." This is a sweet story about believing in fantasy that can carry over into life. I encourage you to "believe" in something that I hold as real and eternal.

When you choose to believe with your heart, not just your head, you'll hear "the bell ring" -- and it's definitely for something that is forever!"

I really like what the Living Bible (paraphrase) says:
"What is Faith? Why Faith is the confident assurance that something we want is going to happen! That what we have hoped for is waiting for us -- even though we can't see it up ahead!"

Isn't that teriffic! Do you have the two prerequisites for Faith in operation in your life?
1. By Faith you belive in Creator God and his son JC.
2. And by faith, you believe that God will respond to you.

It is definitley one of those "Praise the Lords" when you realize what impact this can have on our daily life.... if we but believe WE WILL HEAR THE BELL RING and so much more! NP




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RICH’S PINK "PIG" IS A GREAT MEMORY FOR MANY!

Just before Thanksgiving I drove by Lennx Square on Peachtree Street and the Pink Pig was already in operation bringing joy to kids and parents and making new memories.... but this pig has tires instead of riding on the Rich's monorail downtown as it used to. Rich's is now call Macy's and they and WXIA-TV11 sponsor the retro renewed Christmas ride for children. I understand that a considerable amount of the profits now go to the Children's Egleston Hospitals. I've got to run this article again as it really fits the season, is about a dear friend of mine and it just good writing... I wrote that too. Enjoy!

The Pink Pig is a fond memory for every child who grew up in Atlanta in the 1950's through the 1970's.

“Who or what’s the Pink Pig?” you ask. It’s not the steady friend of Kermit the Frog, or that great barbeque place on just off the expressway that serves great pork on white bread. “The Pink Pig” I’m referring to was once the main Christmas attraction at THE finest department store that once was called Rich’s after its founder, Richard Rich.

The Pink Pig was a train for children that traveled as a monorail on the ceiling of Rich’s toy department and then burst out onto the roof and around the massive Christmas tree that stood so proudly on the bridge over Forsyth Street between the store’s two buildings just south of the famous Five Points in downtown Atlanta. It was a very small train that was even small and confining for the children who rode the Pig. This incredible memory-maker carried hundreds of thousands of children from 1953 until 1991 when downtown Rich’s closed and the building was demolished.

But none of those stories can come close to the one Ron Buchanan told me many years ago. Ron had been hired as a part of the Christmas staff at Rich’s while a student in college. He was given the assignment of being one of Santa’s Elves who would escort children who were to ride on The Pink Pig. He would walk them down a darkened and beautifully decorated tunnel that led from the parents to the entrance platform for The Pig. The presence of hundreds of black lights illuminated the specially chosen graphics on the wall and enhanced the mood and the fine Christmas décor.

Ron really enjoyed his job. It was so much fun to see the excitement of the kids. How they responded to him and the other Elves. One afternoon, everything changed. Suddenly, the children were afraid of him and didn’t want him to get anywhere close to them let alone hold their hand. Some of the children would look at his face and show extreme fear even to the point of breaking into tears and screams. The children were having their reaction in the darkened tunnel that led from "the parents" out into the “Pig platform” loading area.

The reaction of the children was disturbing Ron and he didn’t know what to do about it. “What’s goin on?” He sure didn’t want to be the reason some child would have a trauma they would never forget. Leading more child passengers through the tunnel didn’t change anything. On one of his trips he happened to look at one of the decorations that had a small mirror in it. RON WAS HORRIFIED AT WHAT HE SAW! His eyes were luminous and glowing like a demon from hell! Why his reflection even scared him. It was terrifying.

Ron put it all together immediately. He came to work right from the Optometrist’s office where he had an eye checkup. The drops used to dilate his eyes caused his eyes to react to the “black light” which filled the darkened tunnel. As Ron walked the children through the black light turned his eyes into glowing orbs of horror terrifying the children!

Needless to say, Ron asked to be excused from work for the rest of the evening. I’m sure there were children that night who rode The Pink Pig for the first time NEVER to think of riding it again.

I borrowed two of the Atlanta Journal Constitution file photos of the Pink Pig to show out of towners what the original looked like. The AJC has run some excellent news and human interest articles about the Pig's resurrection. If you go to www.ajc.com and look for the Pig -- you'll find it and a lot of other excellent interesting and informative stuff.




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image_The Pink Pig was once the main Christmas activity for children back in the 1950's and 60's.
The Pink Pig was once the main Christmas activity for children back in the 1950's and 60's.

image_The Pig burst out onto the roof of Rich's after leaving the ceiling of the toy department.
The Pig burst out onto the roof of Rich's after leaving the ceiling of the toy department.

image_Ron probably looked like this to those children!
Ron probably looked like this to those children!

image_Or maybe he looked like this!
Or maybe he looked like this!

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FRUITCAKE? ARE YOU NUTS!
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The famous Claxton log
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Now there's a "beaut!"
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This would be an example of "dense"
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Walker's had more raisins, dates and is darker
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Presentation makes a difference
[My son, Christopher Sean Plunkett, wrote this essay on "the Fruitcake" some time ago. Dad thinks it's "one of the best" and it's time to unwrap it again. Chris grew up in a "Claxton Fruitcake home" so we are all partial to that scrumptious little brick that is always found in our home every fall and totally destroys the accepted opinion of our culture regarding "fruitcake."

At one time, let's say 40 years ago, you could only find a Claxton Fruitcake in Georgia. Today, you can find them in your supermarket... almost anywhere. The "Claxtons" are delicious, mainly because they are jammed full of Georgia pecans. If you can't find one and want to taste one, let me know. Chris writes about another really good fruit cake -- the Collin Street Bakery premium fruitcake that has been made in Corsicana, Texas since 1989.

I just heard today, November 25, 2006, that we will not be permitted to take a fruit cake past airport security in any carry-on luggage. Seem like the density of the product looks a great deal like gunpowder. Now there's something to think about and pass on as one of your Christmas reality jokes.]

"Tis The Time For Fruitcake!"

Ah yes, ‘tis the season for yet another holiday tradition! Just like good ole Saint Nick himself it’s time for that long-lived and oft-maligned gastronomic wonder, the noble fruitcake, to rise from it’s darkened celestial cupboard and set out on its holiday “gift given” rounds, spreading joy and good cheer the wide world over.

And to serve as a yuletide warning for all the headstrong and precocious children of the planet to behave themselves, ere the firm hands of justice should force them in punishment to actually eat a piece!

As far back as the gilded Christmas age of Charles Dickens’ England, the fruitcake has suffered the “slings and arrows of outrageous” culinary reviews. It was Dickens himself who once referred to it as “a geological homemade cake,” but it was under Johnny Carson’s watch on the Tonight Show that fruitcakedom witnessed its public relations low-point with a series “vicious and slanderous” chucklers, the best of which was… “There’s only one fruitcake in the entire U.S. and it’s passed around year after year, from family to family!”

Not laughing? Well I suppose we lack Ed McMahon’s “Ho-Ho’ing” shotgun-backup for the full “Carson effect.”

There are a few among fruitcake’s myriad fans (and those who just pretend to be for “image’s sake”) that trace its beginnings back to Egyptian times when cakes of dried fruit (in a tasteful dusting of natron) were prepared for the Pharaoh to take with him into the afterlife.

Still others cite the first fruitcakes occurring in Roman times, when a sumptuous mélange of raisins, pine nuts, and pomegranate were set in a barley mash and baked to produce a dense, durable food stuff that could easily travel on long campaigns with the conquering legions.

During the Middle Ages in Europe honey became an essential ingredient of the cakes, as a flavoring and a preservative. With the advent of cheap sugar, brought by the colonial trade of the 1600’s, fruitcake’s shelf-life steadily increased as the nuts and fruity bits were soaked in greater and greater concentrations of sugar.

By the 1700’s these cakes were used in various religious festivals, harvest celebrations, and weddings. In rural communities the harvest was marked by the baking of special cakes, which were stored until the following year to bring luck to the new year’s crop. Along a similar vein, in some parts of England the upper layer of wedding cakes (the bride’s cake) is still made of fruitcake, which the newly wed couple keeps for the coming year(s).

No one seems to be certain why fruitcakes became associated with Christmas time, but one imaginative story involves a late 1700’s English custom of handing out slices of cake to impoverished women who traveled door to door at Christmas, singing carols. Another possibility involves another English law from the 1700’s, which restricts the use of plum cake (i.e. fruitcake) to Christmas, Easter, weddings, christenings and funerals. In any case most fruitcakes are eaten (or I should say, “sold”) at holiday time.

Here in America, the modern Christmas fruitcake comes in two basic varieties, typically formed into a dense ring-shaped loaf, often topped in pecans. One variety is the “light fruitcake;” this uses sugar or corn syrup and a mixture of walnuts, almonds, pecans, golden raisins, pineapple, lemon rind, apricot, and cherry, bound in a sweet heavy dough.

"Dark fruitcakes" employ brown sugar or molasses as the main sweetener, and often use additional fruits such as dark raisins, prunes, and dates. Both varieties are often available with bourbon, brandy, or some other eau de vie as an added flavoring.

Despite all the jokes and their bad image, fruitcakes can be big business. The two largest fruitcake companies hail from the rural South, where traditionally fruit and nutmeats were available at bargain prices. The top-selling fruitcake company is the Claxton Bakery out of Claxton, Georgia -- you've seen it with it's two inch square loaf that is about eight inches long and chucked full of Georgia pecans. The rival to Claxton is the Collin Street Bakery in Corsicana, Texas. The Claxton Bakery does not readily disclose exactly how many of their unusual brick shaped “beauties” are foisted upon humanity each year, but in one article they mention that a single government commissary once placed an order for 65,000 cakes. Oddly enough, a surprisingly large portion of all fruitcakes produced go to Japan!

For those brave few souls who feel inspired to actually do some fruitcake nibbling this holiday season, I can offer but a scant few tips. Sadly –perhaps I mean “happily”- my experience has been limited to only a few mass-produced examples of the fruitcake baker’s art. I suppose I should also warn you that my opinion is further handicapped by a hatred of maraschino cherries!

Most of the fruitcakes I’ve eaten have struck me as quite dry and bland, but find that the Claxton fruitcakes (while still bland compared to fruit breads like German stollen, Italian panetone, and French kougelhof) …the Claxton cakes have a wet dense texture that I find a bit more palatable than other options I’ve sampled -including the fruit-flavored CLIF and Powerbars that mountainbikers and "outdoorsy types" so often rave about. I've never had a Collin Street fruitcake, but know those who swear by them. (Or was it "at them?") I hear that the dark variety of fruitcake has a bolder flavor and that all of them are much improved if they’ve been baked with a little bourbon or some other liqueur.

Fruitcakes also improve with time; a good three months are required for the flavors from the fruits to fully blend and meld into the sweet doughy binder. Carefully stored, a fruitcake can last for years! The first thing to "go" on them will be the nuts.

Though I’ve never tried them, I hear that Trappist monks can make some pretty good fruitcakes! Two “orders” renowned for their bourbon laced cakes are the Abbey of Gethsemane near Louisville, Kentucky (www.monks.org) and the Holy Cross Abbey in Berryville, Virginia. (www.monasteryfruitcake.org).

For those curious to have a look at the operations of the top-producing Claxton Bakery their web address is www.claxtonfruitcake.com. And in the interest of granting equal billing for our "Texas friends" the Collin Street Bakery's site is www.collinstreetbakery.com.

And if, at the end of your holiday, all the fruitcakes you’ve bought have been “tried and found wanting,” they needn’t go to waste; you could take a little trip to the town of Manitou Springs, Colorado for their annual “Fruitcake Toss.” Here participants throw, “tee-off”, and catapult fruitcakes of all varieties and ilks. (I hear for reasons of “ballistics,” the brick shaped Claxton cakes do quite well!) The coming year’s toss will be held the first week of January, and if you don’t have a fruitcake of your own, one can be “rented” for a quarter. – Chris Plunkett



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