As I write, Christmas is practically at the door and I am still trying to get my ducks in a row, which hardly ever happens. I can only hope that our family day of celebration will pass as smoothly as my great-grandmother Mary Laney Pfaff's did, on that long ago day in December 1905.

May Jesus be with us at this time and throughout the New Year. May He Bless us, every one, and help each one of us as we have need and as He sees fit. Amen.

Now, here is "Grandma":

Nearly a month has passed since I last wrote. The time has passed in the usual routines of farm and house work. That is, until Saturday the 15th when Mildred, Alberta and I went to shop at Sedalia. The morning was frosty and sharp, and the girls were in a fever of fear that we would miss the train: They had not ridden the train enough to feel confident of it. As we got near the track, they thought sure they could hear the train coming and that we should get off the road and run along the track to get there quicker.

Well, we ran, and soon I felt as though there was a pound of lead on each foot and my breath just plain gave out. We slowed down and still got there a half hour early (I suppose Grandma took the horse and wagon to catch the train, or maybe Grandpa was driving them).

Sedalia was full of Christmas and people intent on buying gifts. We had a busy day. Mildred bought herself a pretty cloak and gray kid gloves. Berta got a garnet colored broadcloth dress and I bought us a new carpet for the front room and a brown broadcloth for myself (Grandma means they bought material with which to make new dresses). Then, of course, I bought 25 pounds of candy and numerous little articles for the children. We got home safely at about nine o'clock, and from that time on, the Christmas rush was on.

Phyllis had to go to the church every afternoon to drill the children for the Christmas exercises. On Monday, a week before Christmas, I was standing on a chair and fell, hurting myself quite severely and was laid up and not able to do anything until the day before Christmas.

The children all did well in the entertainment. After getting home and getting them in bed, Father and I had to assume the role of Santa Claus. We filled the nine stockings and at half past one, we crept into bed ourselves, knowing we would be routed out early in the morning.

Christmas was a beautiful day, warm and bright. Henry, Nellie, Clara and Herbert all came, as did Hattie, Fred and the little ones. We had a very cheerful day and all the children were good. We had two turkeys roasted and plenty of everything else. It was good for us all to be together.

(From Jennie) That is all for now, except I will say I do love it when a new year starts, always thinking that I will do better and greater things that I did last year. Well, we can only wait and see about that.

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