Christmas Jelly
By Curt Iles
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Come to the woods this Christmas.
A place where a faithful dog dozes by the crackling fire.
A place where a strong pot of Louisiana is always brewing.
Cozy kitchens where hot homemade cathead biscuits are topped with homemade Mayhaw jelly.
A place where stories from the heart abound.
Stories that will make you smile, cry, and laugh all in the space of three pages.
You’ll be reminded of the gift of common ground in the award-winning short story, My Grandpas’ Boots.
A reminder that the best Christmas gifts always come from the heart and hands.
Stories of hospitality, kindness, and generosity. Traits that we long for in our hurried lives.
Come to Dry Creek for your helping of Christmas Jelly.
You won’t be able to stop with just one bite.
32 stories organized to be read during the holiday season included a daily thought for the week after Christmas: bah humbug week.
Some folks say places like Dry Creek don’t exist.
Others say it never did.
Take a trip into the Louisiana Piney Woods
To the Old House.
A collection of thirty-two short stories celebrating the life, history, and culture of Christmas in Louisiana.
The eleventh book from author Curt Iles, Christmas Jelly is written in the humorous/emotional/stirring/moving style loved by his readers,
Curt
Edited by Ashley Miller
Jacket design by Julian Quebedeaux
Featuring discussion questions for book clubs, study groups, and families.
Softcover $15.00 plus $5 shipping order
Curt Iles
TheCreek is the home of our writing and stories. Creekbank Stories comes from the location of my writing: my hometown of Dry Creek, Louisiana. Legend has it the native Attakapas Indians named the creek, “Beautiful Creek” and it was corrupted when translated into English. Regardless, Dry Creek is my home and heart. It’s where I’ve lived for most of my life, the source of my stories, and where my heart feels most at home. My great great grandfather, John Wesley Wagnon, lived his entire life along Crooked Bayou south of Dry Creek. According to my older relatives he would say, “Boys, this is where I was born and it’s where I plan to turn up my toes.” I’m not sure Dry Creek is where I’ll “turn up my toes” but it is in my heart and no distance or time can take that away. Blessings, Curt Iles
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Christmas Jelly - Curt Iles
Christmas Jelly
. . . and other delicious Dry Creek delicacies
Curt Iles
Edited byAshley Miller
Copyright 2012 by Creekbank Stories LLC
Smashwords Edition
All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are
taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®,
NIV® copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica, Inc.™
Used by permission of Zondervan.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Library of Congress
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Cover design by Julian Quebedeaux, thaninja101@gmail.com
Title page sketch by Jade Ross
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PO Box 332
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Table of Contents
Christmas Jelly
My Grandpa’s Boots
Stolen Christmas Trees
Santa Claus is Coming to School
What it Means to Believe
First Christas in Dry Creek
The Best Present
A Handmade Christmas (Bill Iles)
The Best Present
No Room at the Inn
New Birth in New Orleans
King of Kings, Lord of Lords
On Forgiveness
Buried Treasure
Medic
The Warm Glow of Giving
The Hardest Day of the Year
An Old Feed Trough
Too Much Jesus
The Hay’s in the Barn
The Heavenly Choir
Tractor Time
A Danish Christmas (Erik Pederson)
Lazarus’ Second Funeral
A Gift from DQ
An Easy Mark
Bah Humbug Week
The Day After Christmas
Master
100-Foot Line
Sharp Hooks
Ready to Move Out
Finishing Strong
Lagniappe: A New Year
Epilogue: Honeysuckle
Book Club Discussion Questions
Also by Curt Iles
A Spent Bullet
Uncle Sam: A Horse’s Tale
Deep Roots
A Good Place
The Wayfaring Stranger
The Mockingbird’s Song
Hearts Across the Water
Wind in the Pines
The Old House
Stories from the Creekbank
Christmas Jelly
ISBN 978-0-9826492-5-1
ISBN 978-0-9826492-6-8
Contact information
Creekbank Stories
PO Box 332
Dry Creek, LA 70637
www.creekbank.net
Foreword
These stories are mostly true.
Several are the invention of my imagination.
All are from my journals or laptop.
Most of all, they’re from my heart.
I hope they move you.
Go ahead and laugh.
Cry.
Celebrate.
Believe.
Ponder.
Enjoy.
My wish is that Christmas Jelly makes this holiday season the deepest and most meaningful ever for you and your family.
In fact, I encourage you to use the stories as part of a family time each night in December. There are thirty-two chapters. One for each day in December, and a lagniappe chapter for New Year’s Day. Take your time. Like a jar of homemade jelly, these stories are best digested a few spoonfuls at a time.
Enjoy every bite,
Curt Iles
Dry Creek, Louisiana
Dedication
In memory of my maternal grandparents,
Sid and Leona Plott.
My childhood Christmas memories are wrapped up in the gifts of love they showered on my sisters and me.
Chapter 1
Christmas Jelly
The only true gift is a portion of yourself.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson.
With sweaty palms, I wheel my pickup onto Eleanor Andrews Road. I feel as if it’s the first week of fifth grade and I’m handing in the dreaded assignment, What I did this past summer.
Why am I nervous? I’m a man on a mission: delivering a Christmas tree to my favorite grade school teacher. I fell in love with Eleanor Andrews during my fifth grade year at East Beauregard School. The year was 1967 and I was an eleven-year-old skinny country boy with big ears.
She was a legendary teacher who’d tutored two generations of Dry Creek and Sugartown children. Mrs. Andrews was from what we called the Old School.
She had a well-deserved, fierce reputation of being stern and taking no gruff or lip from anyone.
Young teachers knew not to park in her space. Young students knew not to back-talk her. I saw several get a good shaking when they tried.
Everyone knew not to disturb her during her smoke break in the teacher’s lounge.
I quickly saw how rigid her classroom was. Everything was down the line.
She was the captain of the ship, and no one questioned that.
The first week of class I witnessed what her former students called the stare.
Hands on hips.Tongue in cheek. Scowl on her face.
Her stare could stop a charging grizzly bear in its tracks. I made up my mind to not be on the business end of it.
I also noticed something else: beneath that gruff exterior were warm, smiling eyes. She loved watching students learn and leading them into new knowledge.
I learned that Reykjavik was the capital of Iceland, and it was a long way from Dry Creek.
I learned about subject and verb agreement.
I learned for the first time about the heartbreak of love.
I learned to love writing, and my love of reading deepened. Being the mother of three rowdy boys, she had the knack of letting country boys know it was okay to enjoy books and learning.
And I learned to love Eleanor Andrews. During that year, 1967, she became my favorite teacher. Now, over thirty years later, she still is.
She’s been retired for over two decades and doesn’t venture out anymore. She lives by herself. We call it being homebound.
There’s a wonderful conspiracy in Dry Creek of taking care of her. Former students take her shopping. Clean her house. Cut her firewood. She’s determined not to go in a nursing home, and our community is determined that this final major wish of her life succeed.
During this season of her life, she sits among her beautiful garden flowers, carefully tended by her neighbors. She lives alone in her house surrounded by her flowers and memories of a life filled with teaching and touching lives.
This December morning I received the expected call. Curt, when you get a chance, drop by. I’ve got something for you.
Do you want me to bring your tree?
Yes, I’m ready for it.
I know that the best present of the season is now ready.
It’s time for Christmas Jelly.
Back in October, I tagged a special Christmas tree for her. Knowing her exact standards in a tree, I carefully selected the one I thought she’d like best. Holding my saw, I walk around it one more time making sure it’s the right height, width, and color.
That’s why I’m nervous. I want her to approve of the tree. Even though I’m now assistant principal at the school where she taught, I’m once again in the fifth grade waiting to hand in that essay.
I remove the tree from the truck, shaking it for loose needles.
Come on in. I’ve been waiting for you.
She greets me with that special smile I’ve known over the years. She makes me feel as if I’m the most important person in the world. That’s why she’s always been my favorite teacher.
She nods at the kitchen table. I’ve got something for you.
I see the basket full of colorful jars of homemade jelly.
Muscadine, mayhaw, even crabapple. Mixed in are jars of green pepper jelly, and tomato chow-chow. Topping it off is a Ziploc bag of her specialty candy: chocolate Martha Washington’s.
My mouth waters at the thought of the hot biscuits the mayhaw jelly will top. The green pepper jelly will adorn a plate of purple hull peas. The chewy Martha Washington’s to be washed down with a cold glass of milk.
We visit over coffee in the manner that special friends do. We always seem to pick up right where we left off. That’s how the best friendships are.
After two more cups of coffee, I put her tree in its corner of honor. Nodding at her fireplace, I remind her to water it good.
Curt, it’s the perfect tree.
You really like it?
It’s just right.
We now enter the next phase of this yearly ritual. She reaches for her purse. "How much do I owe you?’
Nothing. The best deal I ever make is trading a tree for the best home-made jelly in Dry Creek.
We hug and I leave with my armload of jelly jars and a lightened heart. At the end of Highway 113, I pause as a log truck roars by. Emerson’s quote comes back to me. The only true gift is a portion of yourself.
I touch the decorated jars and am reminded of what the spirit of Christmas is truly about.
It’s about giving.
Giving of ourselves.
Sharing what we have.
Giving handmade gifts that come from the heart.
I’m so glad I live in a place called Dry Creek.
A good place where gifts such as Christmas jelly abound.
From the Louisiana Mayhaw Association
http://mayhaw.org/original/
Chapter 2
My Grandpas’ Boots
Son, I notice you’re scowling at my scuffed boots. Like me, they’ve been around a while and have quite a story to tell. You’ll understand why when I finish their tale.
These boots are six years older than me, and I’m almost seventy. Their history goes back to the years after the Civil War. That war was hard on my hometown of Alexandria, Louisiana. General Banks and his retreating Union army left behind smoldering ruins in the spring of 1864.
My grandfather, Abram B. Terry, wasn’t there. He was a prisoner of war in a New York Union prison. When the war ended, he returned to Alexandria and the destruction he encountered deepened the bitterness he felt toward all things Yankee.
We called Grandpa Terry Pops.
His only son, my father, was seven when Pops limped home from the war. He’d lost his left leg and replaced it with a stout dogwood crutch, and a heart that was harder than the hickory peg leg he now wore.
Pop’s full name was Abraham B. Terry. His first act on returning from the war was going to the courthouse and changing it to Abram B. Terry. He