Wednesday, December 30, 2020

The Misunderstanding Story for the National Girl Hugs Boy Day Challenge

For the National Girl Hugs Boy Day Challenge

1,589 words

 

The Misunderstanding

“So today is some kind of holiday?” Almanzo said; his smile a mile wide as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

Laura nodded.  “It’s called National Girl Hugs Boy Day, Manly.  I’m supposed to be placing my arms around you.”

He grinned, the smile becoming wider.  “We don’t have to tell everybody I did it first, do we?”

“No, we don’t, Manly,” she answered as he drew her closer to him. “I kind of enjoy it right now, but later on…”

He kissed her and then released her.  “I know, Beth, I know.  I guess, we have to do everything by the book.”

“Are you gonna get the kids involved in all of this?”

“Of course,” she said, looking into his blue eyes.  “Everyone has to get involved.  The idea for this holiday is to get all everyone together and show how much love you can spread just by hugging.  And the best thing about it is that you can hug any boy, whether he’s your sweetheart or your father or your brother.”

Almanzo frowned.  “How are you gonna do that? “

“Well,” Laura said, as she held up a tablet.  “I gave the kids time to make paper hugs. They’ll bring them in this morning and before they pass them out, we are going to vote on the best looking one and that kid will get a small prize and a hug.  Then the girls will hand them out to the boys.  Now my idea was to get some of the adults to come in and participate like you and Ma and Pa, maybe Nellie and Percival and Mr. and Mrs. Oleson.  I’m not counting on the last two, Manly, but I am counting on you and Ma and Pa.  You don’t have to stay long, just long enough to feel that hugging one another is not limited to the children.  I am hoping that some of the kids will even hand their hugs over to some of the adults as well, whether they know you or not.”

Almanzo stared at her, that shy smile of his beginning to form.  “Is this gonna be done on our lunch break?” he asked. 

Laura nodded.  “During their recess and your lunch breaks.  Just enough time to exchange some meaningful hugs.  As soon as that’s done, I’ll send the kids home with the remainder to give out to their immediate family.  The next day, we’ll discuss hugs, pros and cons, understanding what they mean and how it made you feel to receive and give one out.    I think it should make for an interesting lesson.”

“Meanwhile,” she said handing him some, “on the way to school this morning, we are going to drop some off at Ma and Pa’s and have supper with them later tonight.  We’ll see how many hugs we can give out to our immediate family and find out who gave out the most hugs and who gave out the least.  No prizes or anything, just recognition.” 

“How many paper hugs will there be?” Almanzo asked.  “Seems like an awful lot of paper…””

“The limit will be five, Manly.  The rest will be free hugs to anyone they want, including their own family.”

“So they’d be hugging me too?” Almanzo asked, his smile getting wider.

“And here I thought you loved kids,” Laura said, shaking her head.

“I’ll be there, Beth and I am sure your Pa and Ma will be there too.”

Almanzo hugged her, kissed the top of her head and released her.  “And I’ll walk you home too.”

Laura smiled.  “And you’ll carry my schoolbooks?”

They both laughed and Almanzo nodded his head.  “You got it, Beth.”

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 “I can’t do this, Ethan Perry,” ten year old Ellie Taylor said, “Mrs. Wilder says that I have to give my hug to a boy.”

“Well,” twelve year old Ethan answered smiling.  “You gave me one.” He held up the paper one she gave him earlier.  “I’m sure that even though she gave Mr. Wilder one this morning, she can still hug her own Ma.”

“She probably didn’t get her mother all mad at her,” Ellie answered.   

“Stop it, Ellie,” Ethan said, “She just heard us talkin’ is all.  It was both our faults and we need to tell them that we still want my Pa to marry your Ma.”

“But my Pa just died, Ethan,” Ellie said.  “Don’t you think it’s too soon for her to get married again?”

“Maybe we should ask Mrs. Wilder?” Ethan said, “I heard that she’s willing to listen to us kids and she’s willing to help out.”

“I don’t know,” Ellie said, “Mr. Wilder is still inside.  I heard him say that he wanted to walk Mrs. Wilder home when school was over.  He had some farm work to finish up so he had to leave his job earlier than normal.”

“Come on,” Ethan said, taking her hand.  “Let’s go in and talk to them.  I’m sure that they’ll be able to clear everything up.”

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“Thanks for staying to help me clean up, Manly,” Laura said, as Almanzo straightened up the rest of the paper hugs and placed them in her carpet bag. 

“No problem, Beth,” Almanzo answered, snapping the bag closed.   He picked it up and looked it over before placing it on the teacher’s desk in the front of the room.

Almanzo walked over to where she was standing, put his arms around her shoulders and swayed her back and forth.  “Isn’t that the bag that we let go to Radnor three months ago?”

Laura nodded.  “It’s the same one, Manly.”

“I knew it looked….”   

“Mrs. Wilder?”

Almanzo and Laura broke apart and stared at the entryway to the schoolhouse. Two children were standing there holding hands.

“Ethan, Ellie, is something wrong?” Laura said, “Is there anything we can help you with?”

“Is it okay if we speak to you and Mr. Wilder for a minute?” Ethan said.

Almanzo looked at Laura, but she took his hand in hers.

“Of course you can,” Laura said and they all sat down in the front row.

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“Beth, we did it,” Almanzo said, looking into his wife’s eyes.  “We got Ethan’s and Ellie’s parents back together.  I don’t know how we did it, but we did.”

They were sitting by the footbridge that went over Plum Creek, Manly’s arm around her shoulders.  They were waiting for darkness to fall, so they could point out the constellations and watch out for fallen stars as they streaked across the prairie sky. 

“I didn’t know you even knew Archie Perry,” Laura said, looking at him, newfound love in her eyes.  “What you did tonight was pretty amazing.”

Almanzo turned to look at her, touched her cheek and smiled.  He shook his head.  “Archie’s another farmer, like me.  We’d see each other around town, he’d come into the Feed and Seed like every other farmer. We always talked about horses, farming, crops and family, especially if it wasn’t busy or at lunchtime. When he couldn’t make it to the store, I’d make deliveries out that way.  He told me about Alice and how childbirth took her and their last baby.  He was lonely, Beth.  Ida Taylor was the first pretty woman he’d seen in a while.  It took him a long time before he even looked her way.  He knew that she loved Lou Taylor, they had been childhood sweethearts and he was Archie’s best friend.”

Laura smiled.  “That’s why he kept away from her?”

“He kept away from her because he loved Ida before Lou did.”

Laura looked at him.  “He told you all of this?”

Almanzo nodded.  “He’s a talker, Beth, and I’m a good listener.  It was last year that Lou caught pneumonia.  He was only thirty six.  Archie told me that he promised Lou to look after Ida, Ellie and the farm if anything should happen to him.  And he did.  And they fell in love all over again.”

“What broke them up was one night, Ida heard the two kids talking.  Ethan and Ellie are very close, Beth.  Ethan was saying if his Pa married her Ma, they’d be brother and sister.  And Ethan didn’t want that to happen and Ellie agreed with him.”

“So you told Ellie to give Archie a hug and that Ida should give Ethan and Archie a hug, too, didn’t you?”

Almanzo nodded.  “It worked, didn’t it? They had it all straightened out by the time we finished supper with your folks.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Laura said, looking up at him.  “Archie told the two of them that if they felt the same way about each other when they were old enough, they would decide then.”

Almanzo nodded.  “In the meantime, the wedding is back on.  I guess giving out free hugs really does work.”

“And a little love and understanding to go with it,” she said, meeting his eyes. 

“Look, Beth,” Manly said, pointing.  “There goes another shooting star.”

“And another,” Laura pointed out, as they turned their heads to watch.  They waited for more, but when none showed up, they turned to look at each other.

 “Thank you for today, Manly.  You really helped out quite a bit.”

Almanzo smiled.  “Anything for you, Beth, all you have to do is ask.”

“I love you, Almanzo James Wilder,” she said, snuggling up to him.

“And I love you, Laura Elizabeth Ingalls Wilder,” he whispered as he bent down to kiss her.

  

 




 

Saturday, December 12, 2020

The Watch, the Hat and the Fiddle A Little House Fanfic

Story takes place in 1902 on Rocky Ridge Farm. After Charles Ingalls' death, Almanzo and Laura receive an small inheritance left to him and Laura.  Story complete in one chapter.

 The Watch, the Hat and the Fiddle

Almanzo was upstairs in their room at Rocky Ridge as the clock on the mantle downstairs chimed three.  He was watching Beth sleep as usual.  He was a little reluctant to get out this morning to do the chores and even more reluctant to wake up Beth.  He knew that Adam had sent out that package from their new makeshift office in Sleepy Eye about a week ago.  Adam called Almanzo on the telephone and made him promise not to tell Laura about what he was sending.  It was to be a surprise.     

Almanzo remembered when Charles had called them all together that last night in Burr Oak, the night before they traveled onward to the Land of the Big Red Apple. He and Caroline had spoken about what gifts would go where.  It was decided that Charles would read those items from a written list. Mary and Adam were still in New York and couldn’t make it, but they had already known what Charles had wanted.  He had urged Charles to write the letter and send it to him and they’d take care of the rest.  Later on, Adam attached the letter to Charles’s list of items. 

Caroline, as the executor, was left to carry out Charles’s wishes.  Whatever was left would be split up and shared among the entire clan, that is except for three things; Pa’s pocket watch, hat and fiddle and they would go to Charles’s personal choice, namely, Almanzo and Laura. 

Almanzo smiled as he looked down at Laura’s face.   At thirty five, his wife was still vibrant and beautiful.  He was forty five, but she made him feel so much younger. He would never stop loving her, could never stop.  Without her by his side, he didn’t know where he’d be. 

 He lay down on the bed and stretched out next to her. 

“I love you, Beth,” he whispered in her ear and fell asleep cuddled next to her.

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They were both up early, watching the sun come up as usual, with their arms around each other.  They were reminiscing over breakfast when the doorbell rang with a special delivery, which Almanzo needed to sign for.  Package delivery from the Post Office was something new to farms in rural areas and it was something he’d have to get used to.

“Let’s open it up, Manly,” Laura said, as she stared at the box. “I keep hearing about an envelope that Adam stuck inside.”  

“Well, that’s the surprise.  Adam won’t tell me what the letter’s about,”Almanzo said. “All he keeps telling me is that your Pa wrote it himself and sent it on to New York along with the list.”  

“Well then,” Laura said, smiling, “What are we waiting for?”

Almanzo smiled and pulled out his pen knife.  He pried open the staples and spread open the box.  Inside were all four items; the hat, the pocket watch and the fiddle.  Underneath it all was the envelope which Almanzo rummaged around to find.

“Open it,” Laura urged him. “Read it first, and then we’ll get the other stuff.”

Almanzo looked at her and smiled.

“My dear son and…..” he stopped at the word “son.”

Laura watched him as he tried to read the rest of it.

“Manly?” she called out as he picked his head up.  He looked at her; his eyes welled up with tears.  “Are you alright?”

 Almanzo tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come.  He handed the letter to Laura and he ran out of the room.

Laura watched him go, and then looked down at the letter.  When she was finished, she put the letter on the dining room table and followed his lead.

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The letter was dated June 5, 1902

 My dear son and daughter,

You cannot begin to know what a joy it was to see the two of you here visiting with Caroline and me.  I especially loved spending time with my bright and beautiful granddaughter.  Rose is a grown up little lady now and the two of you have raised her well.  Everyone she meets is fascinated with her, including her grandma and grandpa.

As you experienced, Walnut Grove is coming back to life slowly and I’m glad you got to experience just a little taste of it.  It is also good to hear that you have put the days of shadow behind you and may days of sunshine follow you all the days of your lives.  We only wish the best for all of you and that we will continue to hear how happy, secure and successful you are at your new farm in Mansfield, Missouri.

 I couldn’t be any prouder of my family as I am of the two of you.

Almanzo, you are the son I never had and always wanted. You have proven yourself over and over again. You and Laura have stuck by us when we needed you the most. My love and trust have continued to grow. I have never seen one man work as hard as you have. Now I understand my daughter’s devotion to you.   

And so, while it isn’t much, I leave to you my most prized possessions. You already know what they are, but Adam wanted me to include them here, so I have.

Almanzo, I hereby bequeath my father’s pocket watch and my favorite white hat with the leather band that you always admired. Stand tall and if you wear it, wear it proudly.  

Laura, to you I leave my fiddle.  I know that you will find a special place for it where you can look up and see it.  I hope that it reminds you of the times that you, Mary and Carrie danced together whenever I played it for you.

To Rose I leave a beautiful quilt that mother made. It has never been used.  I hope that you use it well. 

Please accept these gifts in the spirit that they are given and know that we love you and miss you.

It was signed by Charles Ingalls. 

P.S. Don’t ever worry about Adam and Mary.  They have been taken care of as has the rest of the Ingalls family.

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Almanzo sat on the steps of the back porch that lead out to the back yard.

He surveyed the farm from this vantage point, remembering all the hard work that he and Beth put in to make Rocky Ridge successful.   He was grateful to Laura for her strength, dedication and determination to keep this farm running.  Beth always saw the way things could be if they just put their minds and hearts to it.  It was one of the things he loved about her.  And he had to admit that it all worked out.

 Almanzo was lucky to have his beautiful Beth by his side through it all.  He always knew that she was special and that she was one of a kind. 

The relationship with her parents, especially her father, was another story.  Charles Ingalls had given him a hard time from the start.  Charles never felt comfortable with Almanzo courting his daughter, right up until he married her, although by that time,  Charles’s attitude softened somewhat.

At least that’s how it felt, until they arrived in Sleepy Eye to tell Charles and Caroline that their broken engagement was back on.  When Charles and Hester Sue spoke of getting the Reverend to marry them, he knew he had been accepted.  And as time passed by, Charles was impressed by Almanzo’s skills and work ethic.   Almanzo knew a little about everything.  He was smart, polite and helpful.  He had his faults, but come on, didn’t everybody?

And he could be a big help to Charles and what’s more was that Caroline had agreed with him.   There was nothing Almanzo couldn’t do.  

That’s what Beth had told him anyway.

Still, the letter had taken him by surprise.   Almanzo had known from the beginning that Charles always wanted a son.  But shouldn’t that have been Adam?  Didn’t he leave anything for him and Mary?

Charles and Adam were in two different worlds.  Adam was a teacher and a lawyer. He wasn’t a farmer, a woodworker or a handyman, not like Almanzo.  Adam wasn’t there every day to help Charles fix holes in the barn roof or run a freight business together.   

It didn’t mean that Charles loved Adam any less, but, for some reason, he felt a lot closer to Almanzo.  The two had so much in common and they got on well.

“Manly?” he heard Laura’s voice calling in the background.  “Manly?”

“I’m out here, darlin’,” he said, as her voice got closer.   He wiped the tears from his eyes, stood up and turned around to face the porch.

Almanzo was ready for her for her. He watched as Laura flew out of the back porch door; her arms outstretched wide to welcome him inside of them.

 “Pa loved you, Manly.  Once he got to know you, there was no stopping him. I have never seen two men work as closely as the two of you had.  The freight business,   the two of you rescuing our Christmas presents from the barn that last Christmas in Walnut Grove, asking for his advice, helping you build a house, helping you to walk again…”

“Punching me in the mouth,” Almanzo said, smiling through his tears. 

“Almanzo Wilder, is that all you think about?”  They both laughed and hugged each other. 

“I always wanted his acceptance, his approval.  I always respected him, looked up to him and I always loved him. I want you to know that, Beth. And I am happy and proud to know that he did accept me, that he considered me his son and loved me in return.”

“And because you take such good care of his daughter,” Laura said, smiling, wiping his tears away with her thumb.  She took him in her arms again.  “Oh, Manly, I love you.”

He smiled back.  “I love you too, Beth.”

She brushed his tears away from his eyes and Manly drew her closer.

“Beth,” he whispered in her ear, “My Beth.”

“You’ve got to stop all this crying, Mr. Wilder.  You’re getting my dress all wet.”

Almanzo smiled and started to laugh.  He released her and they smiled at each other. 

“You are somethin’ else,” Mrs. Wilder.”

“Someday, you’ll have to tell me what you think I am,” she said, looking into his eyes. “Come on, let’s finish unloading that box. I really want to see what you look like in that hat.”

Almanzo shook his head and smiled.  “That’s not what I thought you’d say.”

Laura smiled and looked at him.  “What did you think I’d say?”

“I guess something like ‘I’m going to need a place for my Pa’s fiddle?’”

“Well, I’m going to need that too,” Laura said, “but you can do that while you’re wearing Pa’s hat.”

And she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, the two of them laughing. 

 

Author’s Note:

This story was inspired by a piece that Rose Wilder Lane wrote called “Grandpa’s Fiddle, Parts 1 and 2.” It can be found in the book “A Little House Sampler.”  I recommend this book highly especially if you’re a Little House fan.

 

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

A Very Merry Chanukah A story of Percival and Nellie Dalton and family

A Very Merry Chanukah

 

A Little House Fanfic

Nellie Oleson Dalton was putting the final touches on her little Christmas tree that she kept in her room every year since Mama Cohen came to live with them after Percival's father passed away. It was only right, she had helped his father, Benjamin, run Cohen's Dry Goods since it opened forty years ago, when Edna and Benjamin were engaged to be married.

It had begun as a small storefront on the first floor of a tenement apartment house, where Benjamin and Edna Cohen moved into a tiny railroad flat on the second floor. Benjamin opened the store and ran it, but behind the scenes it was Edna who kept the books and advised her husband what to buy. As the store grew and the family with it, first Naomi, then Isaac, the Cohen's bought a brownstone and were lucky enough to find a small empty building to move the merchandise into. After Benjamin's death in the late fall of 1886, Isaac had returned to New York from the Wild West, with his own family. He was a little frightened at first and just wasn't used running the store by himself. At Nellie's insistence, Percival had asked his mother to come live with them and help him run the store.

Six years had passed since then and now, with Nellie helping out, the store had become a great success and they were one big happy family.

"Almost ready?" Percival ran into their bedroom on the third floor of the narrow brownstone. "We'll be starting soon. My mother and my sister are putting the finishing touches on the Chanukah dinner."

He kissed his wife of eight years on the lips. "We don't have much more to go and we'll probably be lighting the menorah soon."

"Isn't there something missing?" Percival asked, eyeing the empty top of the tree. "Like a little angel?"

"That angel is here somewhere," Nellie said, looking around for it. She had forgotten what she did with it.

"We have one right here," Percival smiled, picking up little Jennifer Dalton. She had blond hair and blue eyes.

"Papa," Jenny said, "I'm too old to be picked up. You should know that by that now."

Percival smiled and put her down. "Of course you are, Jenny. I forgot that you were seven years old." He put her down.

"I have it, Mama," Benjamin said, running out of his room.

"Thank you, Benny," Nellie said, bending down to kiss her son as she took the angel from him. "Now you straighten up your hat."

"Mama, Uncle David calls it a kippah," Benjamin replied and ran back to the mirror to adjust it. "And Mama, it's Ben, not Benny. You know that Grandma hates when you call me that. Besides, I'm not a baby anymore."

"You're right, my little man," Nellie said, as she placed the small angel on the tree. "Come on, let's go. Can't keep Grandma and your Aunt Naomi waiting."

It was the first night of Chanukah and the menorah was on the table. There were dreidels on the floor and presents piled high in the other room. Edna and her eldest daughter, Naomi were in the kitchen frying up the potato pancakes, or latkes, a popular dish for Chanukah. The four pound brisket was still in the oven waiting to be sliced and potato kugel or pudding to go with it. From the bakery were some doughnuts, challah bread and fudge.

Naomi's husband, David was sitting in the study reading when Percival, Nellie and the twins ran down the stairs.

"Uncle David, Uncle David," Ben ran and jumped up on David's lap, the book falling to the floor.

David smiled and hugged him from behind. "Hello, Benjamin," he answered, picking him up and putting him down on the floor as he stood up to greet his brother in law and his wife. Unlike Percival, David Feldman stood six feet high and was the tallest man in the family. He took hold of Benjamin's hand as he kissed Nellie on the cheek and pumped his brother in law's hand.

"Ah, there you are," he said kissing his sister and brother in law on the cheek.

"Always nice to be noticed," Nellie said, kissing her mostly absent brother in law on the cheek. It was safe to say that she only saw her brother and sister in law on holidays and she was glad that she did. David had a law practice around the corner from the store. They had been married for four years now, but no children, not yet anyway. She turned to her husband. "I'm going to check and see if Mama needs any help."

"Can I come help too, Mama?" Jenny asked, wanting to act grown up.

Nellie smiled and held out her hand. "Sure Jenny, Grandma would love it."

"Is it time to light the menorah yet?" Benjamin asked, as he picked it up from the table.

Percival smiled and bent down. "We will light the candles soon enough, right before we eat."

"So did you have fun today?" Uncle David asked little Ben as he placed him on his knee.

Little Benjamin nodded. "We walked over to Macy's Department Store and looked into their windows. They are all decorated for Christmas with trees and toys. Then we went upstairs to see Santa."

David looked at his brother in law. "Santa?"

Percival shrugged. "We're teaching the children different things about religion. They have a right to know what’s out there; David. Now that Papa is gone, we changed the arrangement. The children will be allowed to choose when they grow up what religion they want to be."

"Papa says it's alright that we see Santa," Jenny said, running from the kitchen over to join her brother. "It will give us a sense of what Christmas is all about. She says we have the best of both worlds, whatever that means."

She turned to her uncle. "Dinner is almost ready," she announced.

"It's time to light the candles," Edna called out. There were two places to put the candle, the shamash or servant light in the center and another on the right side of the menorah.

They watched as David adjusted his own kippah and took the shamash from its holder in the center and, after lighting the candle, he recited the three blessings and then used that candle to light the one on the right.

"Do you know the Chanukah story, children?" David asked, getting up.

"I do," Benjamin said, raising his hand as if he were in school. "Papa says that there was a great miracle that happened that night."

David nodded his head. "Very good, Benjamin, a great miracle did happen. But do you know how and why?"

"He's only seven, David," Percival answered, but Benjamin stopped him.

"I know, Papa. Judah Maccabee and his brothers fought the Syrians for three years and drove them out of the temple. As they cleared the temple of the Greek gods that the Jewish people were forced to worship, they came across a small container of oil to light the eternal light. It was only supposed to last for one day, but a miracle happened and it lasted eight nights. That's why we light the candles, Uncle David." He smiled.

"Yes," he said, "You’re right, Benjamin. And do you know what the letters mean on the dreidel?" He handed him a small wooden one.

"Yes I do," Ben said, pointing to each letter as he spun the top around. "That is a nun, a gimmel, a hey and a shin. It means "a great miracle happened here, Uncle David."

David looked up Percival. "Did you teach him all this?"

Percival shrugged. "He's a quick learner, David."

"Jenny, Ben," Nellie said, placing the hot food on the table. "It's time to eat. You can play with the top later."

"Wait, one more thing," Percival said, taking two pennies out of his pocket. He bent down and handed one to Benjamin and one to Jennifer. "We call this Chanukah gelt or money. I will give these to you for eight nights until the holiday is over. On the last night, you get a surprise."

"Thank you, Papa," the twins said and hugged their father.

"Now," Percival said, releasing them and he stood up. "We can have that dinner now." And taking both of them by the hand, he walked over to the table and sat down next to his wife, with his kids on either side.

Chapter 2

When the meal was over and all the presents opened, Ben and Jenny were playing with their little wooden dreidels on the floor. Percival and David sat in study talking while Naomi and Nellie cleaned off the table and washed the dishes.

Edna had just finished putting some of the serving pieces into the big breakfront when she called the two children over.

"Benjamin, Jenny, come, look, I have something to show the both of you." Ben looked at Jenny who shrugged her shoulders.

"Come, come," Edna called, waving her hand to come closer. Ben nodded and stood up, with Jenny tagging along in the rear.

She was twirling a little silver dreidel in her hand. She waited until the twins reached her before she started to speak.

"This is a very special dreidel, children," she said, holding it up to the light. "It has been handed down in my family from generation to generation."

Benjamin watched as the dreidel as it caught the light and sparkled. "Can I hold it, Grandma," he asked holding out his hand, "please?"

Edna Cohen nodded and placed in the boy's outstretched fingers. "Here you go," she said.

"Where did it come from," Jenny asked. "Does anyone know?"

Edna shook her head. "No one seems to know, Jenny, but there is talk that it is very old."

Benjamin twirled it around in his hand. He had never seen anything more beautiful. "Can I play with it?" he asked, but his grandmother shook her head.

"No Benjamin, not now. But it will be yours soon enough and then you may decide what you want to do with it."

She held out her hand and Ben placed it in her palm. She put it back into the breakfront and closed the door.

"Ben, Jenny," the two children turned around at the sound of their mother's voice. "I want the two of you to go upstairs and play quietly in your rooms. Your father and I will follow very soon."

Benjamin and Jenny nodded. "Come on, you two" Nellie said, as the twins found their way upstairs.

Ben tried to sleep, but found that he couldn't. He kept thinking about the silver dreidel and how it had sparkled when Edna held it up to the light. It was so beautiful that he wanted to get another look at it. So he lit the candle in the holder by his bed and crept quietly downstairs. He placed the candle holder down on the on a small table and opened up the breakfront doors. It was easy for him to grab; Grandma had placed in on the first shelf, which was about his height.

He pulled it out and twirled it on his palm, looking at the intricate metalwork. The letters really seemed to stand out as it caught and held the light.

He heard what sounded like a door closing and ran, with the dreidel still in his hand, upstairs to his room. He placed it on the bed next to him, promising to himself that he would wake up early and put it back before it was missed.

Except that when Benjamin woke Monday morning, the dreidel was missing. It was as if it had vanished into thin air.

In a panic, Benjamin searched the bed, tearing away the sheets. How long was it going to be before his grandmother would find it missing?

"Benjamin," Nellie called, "come on, eat your breakfast. Your sister's down here already. You're going to be late for school."

The last thing that Ben wanted was to go to school. He wanted to stay home and look for that dreidel. He wanted to find it before someone else did. He wanted to put it back in the breakfront before Grandma noticed that it was gone.

"Benjamin?" Nellie called again, when he didn't answer.

"I'll be down in a minute, Mama," he said, as he hurried into his school clothes.

All day long, he thought about nothing else than that beautiful silver dreidel. He couldn't concentrate on his studies and he was unusually quiet all day. He could hardly wait until he got home so he could look for it again.

But the dreidel never turned up. The funny thing was that everyone had seemed to forget about it. No one even noticed that it was gone, not even Edna. It was as if it had never existed.

 

Chapter 3

It was the seventh and last night of Chanukah. Benjamin couldn't believe how quiet the entire week was. No one even noticed that the dreidel was missing; in fact, he was beginning to wonder if it all was a dream and it never really happened in the first place.

But he knew that it was missing because there was an empty spot in the dreidel's old place in the breakfront. In fact, he was sure of it.

Upset and tired, he climbed into bed. He hadn't told anyone what had happened and he was it was just as well.

He had just stretched out under the covers when he felt something by his left foot, something cold and pointy. He jumped out of bed and tore apart the blanket and sheets again; only he shook them, which he hadn't done the first time. He heard something heavy hit the floor and reached down to pick it up. Sure enough, there was the beautiful silver dreidel. It had been in tangled in the bed sheets all along. It was a miracle that he had found it and on the last night of Chanukah.

Quickly, he ran down to the breakfront, opened it, and put it back in its proper place, hoping that no one had noticed it had been missing the entire week.

Now he was looking forward to receiving his surprise from his father at Sunday breakfast this morning.

David and Naomi were spending the weekend at the brownstone to help out on the last morning of the holiday. There was a special breakfast planned with bagels and whitefish and homemade cream cheese.

"You do remember when we had this the first time?" Percival whispered in her ear as she put down the little bowl full of whipped cream cheese.

Nellie nodded. "It was breakfast after Yom Kippur. I just looked at it and said "You always eat this stuff?" She looked up at her husband who was smiling. His glasses were sliding down his nose and use his finger to slide them up again.

"We never had any of this stuff in Walnut Grove," she said, smiling up at him, "but it sure makes a nice change."

Percival smiled and kissed his wife on the lips. "Let's call the kids in."

"I think they're both still asleep," Nellie said. "By the way, Benjamin's been acting strange the entire week and he won't tell me anything."

"Do you think he'll talk to me?" Percival asked.

Nellie shrugged. "I don’t see why not? You two always talk to each other."

On his way upstairs, Percival passed by the breakfront and couldn't help but notice that the shiny silver dreidel had been returned to its proper place.

Now how did that get back there, he thought as his eyes got lost in that sparkle. Hadn't he done the same thing as a kid?

He could still remember his mother calling him over to her and showing him the dreidel. It has fascinated him so much that he had come downstairs that first night of Chanukah and took it back to bed with him. It had gotten lost for a whole week, but Percival finally found it on the eighth day. It has been buried under the covers, but he had to shake them before it finally fell on the floor. He had run down the stairs to return it to its proper place before anyone in the house had ever found that it was missing. But his mother knew all along where it had been, he had seen that twinkle in her eye. She had just never said anything.

"Papa, Papa, we're here," the two of them called, running down the stairs meeting his father halfway.

"I was just on my way upstairs to wake you two up," Percival said, bending down to hug them. "Come on, I have your surprises right here."

He stood up taking the two of them by the hand and walked over the table.

"The time has come to give you your surprises," he said, handing them each a piggy bank to place the eight cents in. This will teach you the value of money and how to hold onto it." He held up two small rectangular shaped boxes. "And these are from you grandmother. These will help you keep track of all your expenses, how much you earn and how much you save."

Jenny and Ben opened up the rectangular boxes and there inside was a beautiful fountain pen.

"Papa," they both cried in unison and ran over to hug him. "Say thank you to your grandmother, too," Percival said, release them. "Now go, we have a special breakfast prepared and it's getting late."

"Grandma, Grandma," they called out and ran over to her. She was sitting in her favorite chair by the fireplace, knitting. They thanked her over and over for their beautiful present. She showered them with kisses until Nellie called them over. "Jenny, Benjamin, come on, it's time to eat. Everything is ready."

"Benjamin," Edna called, "Can you stay here a minute? I need to talk to you about something important."

"Uh oh," Benjamin sighed and rushed back. "Yes Grandma," he asked.

"I see that the silver dreidel is back," Edna said, knitting another scarf. I couldn't imagine where it had gotten off to, but now that it's back, I just hope that it doesn't disappear again."

Benjamin's smile widened and hugged her. "It won't, Grandma. It won't ever disappear from the breakfront again."

"Benjamin," he heard his mother call again. "Coming, Mama," he said, breaking from his grandmother. He began to run over, but something made him turn around. And there was his grandmother looking straight at him, with a little twinkle in her eye.