To all those who won’t be making it home this Christmas

Christmas is a time when you get homesick —
even when you’re home.

Carol Nelson

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time;
a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of,
in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open
their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were
fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

Charles Dickens

(an odd site here at home / Julie Cook / 2018

Driving home yesterday after visiting the dentist, I was cutting through an area of town
full of some of our communities older homes, when I found myself driving behind a
vintage WWII Army ambulance.

An odd sight but suddenly I felt strangely transported to a different time and era.

The vehicle, the homes, the time of year.

If you didn’t happen to notice the small security company sign out front of this house,
you might just think it was 1943.

My thoughts drifted across time and space to places that were far away from
my own current little corner here in Georgia.

Despite there being such a heightened sense of urgency wafting through the air
this time of year…
What with the odd increase in mid-day traffic and the massive number of folks hustling
here and there…along with that unseen force that was moving the masses of folks
to go out and buy, buy, buy with a frantic frenzy…

And despite the current pull I was personally feeling to race from the dentist to some
local den of commercialism, seeking out those last minute items to fill in the blanks…
I felt a tinge of warming nostalgia instead.

I heard Bing Crosby’s crooning…his rich melodious voice echoing deep in my head.

A small smile spread across my face for no one in particular to see.

A simpler time, yet a precarious time.
A warmer time of humanity, yet a violent time for our world.

No matter that it was an ominous time,
we knew what our collective civilization was fighting for.
We were a united civilization standing against a giant monster of tyranny and an invasive evil.

There was a decisive and determined collective willingness to sacrifice.
Rations, victory gardens, sharing and giving when there wasn’t ever much to give nor share.

There was a joint desire for unity.
A shared experience of apprehension blanketed by a blessed sense of thankfulness.

I found myself gently humming a familiar yet comforting tune.

My gift to you today…

“In 1943, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” joined “White Christmas” to become one of
America’s most popular homegrown holiday songs.
Recorded in a rich baritone by Bing Crosby,
“I’ll Be Home for Christmas” shot to the top ten of the record charts
(as “White Christmas” had for Crosby the previous year)
and became a holiday musical tradition in the United States.”
Library of Congress

12 comments on “To all those who won’t be making it home this Christmas

  1. says:

    What an amazing picture worth a thousand words. It was a different time – a time we can’t recapture because so much has changed since then. My prayer is that future generations will see the benefits of looking at the past for wisdom. My first thought when I read the title of this post, was that my grandson will be spending Christmas alone in a foreign country this year. It’s just another time of growing up for him, but it tugs at my heart a little too.

  2. SharaC says:

    I just love this. A simpler time, but nonetheless a difficult one. Homesick even when you’re at home… ❤️

  3. hatrack4 says:

    Are you sure that you didn’t pass through a time warp? That photo is amazing. A interesting Q&A challenge might be to ask which Christmas could you revisit if given the opportunity. I doubt if I would go back to any, but there are many fond memories there. And I just love a little Ba-ba-ba-Bing Crosby each Christmas.

  4. Salvageable says:

    I’ve heard that Bing was reluctant to record White Christmas because he felt that a Christmas song should mention Christ and his coming. The drone of songs on the radio that celebrate the season but omit the Savior was exactly what he wanted to avoid. J.

  5. Tricia says:

    Wow, what a cool photo, well done! I think God might have placed you just right there at the right time to inspire this post. I love the song too, it’s kind of sad in a away but inspiring too in reminding us of the importance of family and friends over the commercial stuff.

  6. SLIMJIM says:

    A world that we lost…what a trip down memory lane in history and time.

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