Monday, December 6, 2010

~.~. Sylvia's North Pole tales ..~.~.

Sissie Meyer was almost sure she had been a good enough little girl to be getting a Christmas present from Santa. . Her mother had told her that those lights she could see from the front porch was Santa Claus's North Pole where they made toys for good little girls and boys. She could see herself before bedtime when ever she looked out the dining and living room windows at the lights in the distance where maybe they were busy making something for her doll that she hoped to get for Christmas.
Sissy must have been about age three or four about the age to know and understand the concept of Santa to know that he brought Christmas presents to all good little girls and boys.

Mother Sylvie tended to use whatever means and wiles she had to get the desired behaviour from her children. [ Their father Dewy and Grandpa Herman usually followed along with the schemes.] Like all good mothers wanting to raise healthy well adjusted children, she felt she needed them for her children to be good little children during the day and at bedtime. I just think maybe Sylvie was a little more proud of her schemes than other mothers had let on.

I guess it didn't damage them too much because Sissy herself had very few memories earlier than those at the age of four. Now, I only know this story from Sissies tales of it from her mother, who had told it to her many times. Sylvie was a bit of a story teller herself. She loved to lovingly, happily reminisce about the times when she had put one over on her children, Sissy remembered the events, through the eyes and lips of her mother.

The Meyers family lived in the new white farm house on the slope of a hill at the Sunnyslope Farm with grandpa Herman Meyer. The little hill was in the prairie lands of southern Minnesota about seven miles south west out of Madelia.about sixty miles south west of Mankato. From the home place one left the hill to the flat land one mile north then one short one east to the five & ten mile corner. On each corner of the two crossing highways were two Gas stations, One with a diner or small cafe and the other held a bar. That well lighted corner on highway fifteen intersected with the highway 60 running ten miles from St James.was a drawing card for many residents from all directions in the middle of nowhere. [ Grandpa Herman had the business at the station and cafe for many years, as well as the farm].

Sonnie was three years older, and probably fed into it. I am sure big sister Sissie passed along the information to little Steve as soon as he was old enough to understand.

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