Arts, Crafts, Music, & Events of Breckinridge County Issue 2, July 2015 | Page 56

hung on Christmas Eve, and Santa magically made an
appearance or two to peek in windows before Christmas to
check on our behavior. On Christmas Eve, we never saw
Santa, of course, but, we were lucky enough to hear his
sleigh’s bells and hear the prancing of his reindeer on our
roof, after we were tucked in bed. Our dads would magically
disappear from the house as these noises were heard, but, it
was only when grown we thought of that being odd.
“Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer” and “Frosty the Snowman”
were fairly new songs in our day. We sang them over and
over, until our mothers swore she had a headache that was
going to kill her, unless we were still for a few hours.
My generation is the one that knew bookmobiles that
traveled to local schools without libraries or to remote areas
of the county. They appeared on schedule and carried a vast
treasure (we thought then) of unnumbered shelves of
magical books with stories to stir our imaginations. To me, as
a small child, the shelves seemed to stretch up into the sky
and the interior of that bookmobile, once I had mastered the
high step up into it, was surely as large as a cathedral. Later in
life, I was disillusioned when I revisited it and saw how small
that area inside of the bookmobile really was and how few
books were really there. But once to children of my time,
that vehicle and the books inside were magical.