
It can be an emotional season. Memories of 'Christmas past' filter into our thoughts stirring our hearts with magical wonder of childhood days. I remember the Christmas of the 'White Truck' as though it was yesterday. It was the year I asked St. Nicholas for a truck, my sister, a doll with a bed.
It was later in life that I found out it was my father who forged through the streets of New York looking for the largest truck he could find. It was the year of a huge snow storm as well making train travel difficult. It was days before Christmas too and mother wasn't sure if he'd make it home in time. But he did! And Christmas morning my eyes lit up like stars finding this huge white truck under the tree. I still have this truck too! I should pull it out of the attic someday and take a few photos. By today's safety standards, it would never pass the test - sharp corners, rubber wheels without brakes....but a tomboy's dream toy!







