SOOT IN THE FLUES

By Anna Mae
Published on November 1, 1989
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Hi Folks! Hope you have enjoyed the 1989 steam engine season and
all the fun that goes with it the shows, the folks, the wonderful
friendships and perhaps some new knowledge you have attained. Keep
steamin’ and in keeping with the Thanks giving and Christmas
seasons, I would like to tell the following story written by Loren
Young, taken from The Guideposts Christmas Treasury it is called
‘That Ageless Magic’ enjoy and perhaps it will make you
think of some of the little deeds you might have had part in, and
that wonderful feeling of reward:

One recent Christmas I was visiting my parents who live in a
mining community in West Virginia. Times were bad; many of the
mines had been shut down. As I walked down to the main part of the
town to pick up a few last-minute things, I noticed a lame man
seated on the cold sidewalk. He had a small tin cup which he held
up, hopefully, but few people noticed him, or if they did, they
didn’t let on.

I could see that one leg was missing. Not an unusual sight in a
mining community, but a heartbreaking sight especially on Christmas
Eve.

I started toward him reaching into my pocket. In front of me, a
young couple stopped near the lame man. The husband, obviously a
miner, and his wife were talking in half whispers.

‘Please, please,’ she was saying. He grimaced,
unsure.

‘We have our Christmas for us and the kids in these
bags,’ she pleaded. ‘Let’s do it, please.’ The
young husband looked down at his wife. Slowly, a smile came over
his face and he agreed.

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