“Time is Money” … Not!

Dear Reader:

A few weeks ago Brooke and I went ” antiquing” in Walterboro… and had such a good time! In one store a little book (literally 6 ” by 6″ ) was seating on a table. I took one look and knew I wanted to read it. The writer was Jan Karon… author of the At Home in Mitford series with Father Tim . ( The series I read decades after it first appeared …bringing so much joy to so many readers… including myself.)

Jan Karon

If you have twenty minutes…. you can read this delightful little story that leaves a smile tugging at your face with a life lesson worth remembering.

I will give you a short synopsis of the story… but nothing takes the place of reading it yourself …presented as only Jan Karon can write it.

The story begins in the home of Gene and Esther Bolick in the fictitious North Carolina mountain town called Mitford. It is the day before Christmas Eve… the day Esther goes to the store to get the ingredients she needs to make her famous two/layered orange marmalade cakes for seven lucky residents.

By the next afternoon, Christmas Eve, the seven cakes will all be sitting on the counter ready to put in the car for delivery following the 5 0’clock Christmas Eve service.

Oh how she would love to buy a package of the beautiful intricately cut paper doilies to put under each cake but the package is four dollars… and she can cut out her own cardboard doilies for free… frugal she is… still a deep sigh escapes her imagining them under her beautiful orange marmalade cakes.

A thought then comes to her… she has been making these cakes for years… has the cost for all the ingredients gone up over time and if so… how much? Surely not much over four or five dollars a cake.

Esther wakes her husband, Gene, up from napping on the recliner and asks him to help her figure out the total costs. He knows better than to argue so he grabs his calculator and lists the costs of the ingredients for seven cakes.

All goes well until Gene asks his wife what she wants to figure her time at? At her puzzled look Gene ( who had managed a warehouse for 37 years) repeats that she can’t get a ” realistic bottom line” without throwing in her time.

She settles on $15 an hour plus electric costs for heating the oven for several hours. When Gene calls out…$ 43 dollars a Pop” … they both scream in unison !

Immediately Esther starts shortening the list until she is down to one cake… even Father Tim and Cynthia don’t make the cut!

To settle their nerves… Gene turns on the television and a children’s choir is singing old favorite carols. Esther closes her eyes and suddenly each of the seven recipients emerge from the past… Esther remembers their heart-felt tears and smiles of sheer delight, their stories and how that cake has become their Christmas… the one thing they look forward to all year.

Esther listens to the children sing 🎶 ” How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given, so God imparts to human hearts… the blessings of his heaven.”

The next afternoon Gene ( with a hidden grin) loads all seven cakes in the car and grins even bigger when he sees his wife admiring the new paper doilies under each cake before she closes each lid. She only says” What difference does a piddling four dollars make in the grand scheme of things?”

After all, it was Christmas.

So until tomorrow…

Today is my favorite day -Winnie the Pooh

My two little neighbors ( Andrew and Avery) showed up yesterday bringing me a bag of goodies but before I looked inside when I asked what was in the bag… in unison, they replied ” LOVE.” ( they were right)

I invited them in and they gasped… ” Wow … this sure is a big room… then Avery asked ” Is it Santa’s workshop?” Made my day in so many ways!

A message from Bonnie James, a post reader, I have never met… was at Erskine College, for a musical concert her granddaughter was participating in ( her boyfriend played the trumpet.) Even though it was rainy and chilly she strolled the campus and commented on its beauty too… her sweet note made me nostalgic all day… remembering some of the happiest moments of my life spent there! Thanks Bonnie for sharing your first Erskine experience with me! Merry Christmas!

The Orange Bowl will really be going ORANGE 🍊! Clemson and Tennessee ( orange on orange! )

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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1 Response to “Time is Money” … Not!

  1. Honey Burrell says:

    Beautiful blog! Miss you!❤️🎄❤️


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