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the Community Journal . December, 2014 . page 2 www.TheCommunityJournal.US . email: firstname.lastname@example.org . 804.513.4756 Yes, Virginia … there is a Santa Claus Sometimes historical content in newspapers takes a back seat to seemingly innocuous items found which, in time, resonate through our culture without the slightest impact on history. Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address could be one example. And such was the case with an innocent letter written to THE SUN newspaper of New York City in 1897. Eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial in their Sept. 21, 1897 edition. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps. It has unquestionably become a part of Christmas culture over 110 years later. At this special time of year we feel it appropriate to share not only the inquiring words of Virginia O’Hanlon but the timeless response just as it appeared in the newspaper in 1897. May all of you allow the spirit of the Christmas season as beautifully expressed by Mr. Church find a special place in your heart and home. or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas by Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828) (previously believed to be by Clement Clarke Moore) 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
the Community Journal . November, 2014 . page 2 www.TheCommunityJournal.US . email: email@example.com . 804.513.4756 Walking 600 miles to keep the story ALIVE! Taking a Stand by Taking a Walk While Bringing a Community Together! By Grandpa Grumpy Most of us have heard the story of Sgt. Andrew Tahmooressi, the Marine who took a wrong turn along the US Southern border and crossed into Mexico by mistake. The Sergeant was arrested and jailed when he tried to cross back into the US. It seems items in his vehicle that were legal in the US were contraband when trying to cross back into the country from Mexico. They would have been no problem if he hadn’t made a wrong turn. Efforts by family and friends to get the US to intervene have gone unheeded. Terry Sharpe heard the story and decided to walk from NC to DC to show support of the effort, and was joined along the way by A llen Brown. There were now two Vietnam Vets, fellow Marines, who had served in Viet Nam at the same time, but not known one another. They were now joined in a new mission, to bring attention to the lack of honor in the Nation’s Leadership. The first trip took twenty one days to walk to DC, but when they arrived, they were largely ignored by the White House and it s’ occupant. They met with those that would see them, but after several days of trying to get the President to meet with them and hear their plea to “Make the Ca ll,” they returned home. Before they left, they vowed to make the walk again if the Commander in Chief didn’t pick up the phone in a week. The Chain of Comma nd runs both ways, and loyalty flows down as well as up. The Community Journal has interviewed the “Team” three times for Community Radio. Our purpose has been to inform our listeners and to spread the word about the mission. We did a follow up interview on October 2, 2014. The week passed with no action by DC and Terry Sharpe and Allen Brown kept their word, they are on their way again. They are walking the three hundred miles to DC to show that they understand commitment. When they make a statement, they mean what they say. Unlike some politicians, when they say they will do something, they mean it. They don’t make statements to get a sound bite for the evening news or to insure they earn a few extra percentage points in the next poll. We realized that someone was needed to coordinate the logistics and the volunteers so that our boys could concentrate on their walking. It really is hard to maintain your rhythm with a cell phone in your ear. The Community Journal decided to create a website to track the progress and provide contact points for those who offer support. It has been very successful so far. Follow the FREEDOM FIGHTER’S WALK here at www.TheCommunityJournal.US - you can follow the entire trip to Washington, photos and more! Mr. Sharpe and Mr. Brown are no spring chickens these days and the walk is a painful challenge. Along the way, the community has been coming out to supply drinking water, meals, overnight accommodations and support. Strangers have supported them on the walks to offer encouragement and let them know they understand their goals. The Marines have stopped along the way and conducted radio and TV interviews. The Marines are getting the word out. The Communities are joining the battle. When their feet began to blister and bruise, calls were made and Red Wing Store Richmond sent a mobile support truck out to provide proper foot gear. The team from Red Wing provided new boots and quality socks to aide in the journey. Take volunteers like “The Gunny”; a retired Marine from Cumberland and his wife. Lou and Ruth Seigel drove up to making sure they made it to a radio interview, a dinner meeting and back to accommodations for the night, He and his wife have also promised overnight accommodations as needed later in the journey and logistical support as needed. Alice Bolden, a military spouse with a son at VMI also provided overnight accommodations. George Caylor of Lynchburg provided a meal and lodging for an evening as well. Gary Jennings of Amherst is providing accommodations and meals as well. All along the way, the community is lining up to see they are fed and sheltered in their journey. A generous outpouring of support is supplying the needs. Our Marines are humbled by the turnout and have been thankful for all they have received. It keeps them moving. Brown and Sharpe are not out to generate publicity for themselves, and aren’t on a glory trip. They are walking to bring attention to the fact that this Marine is still in a jail in Mexico when there is no reason that he hasn’t been brought home. Are the politicians really waiting to make a move until we get closer to the election? Are politicians worried about offending the Mexican government? A Commanding Officer doesn’t leave his men in a foreign country. A Commanding Officer doesn’t use his men as pawns. Mr. President, you are the Commander in Chief, it’s your job to bring them home. You at least make an honest attempt. To Brown and Sharpe, the walk is about the honor, loyalty and integrity of Marines. The bond develops in Boot Camp and grows stronger through service in the Corps. There are no ex- Marines, only former Marines. It’s a “Brotherhood.” When you serve in the military, you make a prom ise, that when the chips are down you can count on fellow Marines to be there for you when you need them. We leave no one behind. Semper fi. Authors Note: The author is a Grumpy Ol’ Marine and understands the stubborn nature and the military mindset. Written Octob er 11, 2014
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