MARGE, I DID THE SUPER and his wife a favor this afternoon. I took their little girl to the settlement party that they give every year for “underprivileged” children. She is only five years old, so somebody had to take her…. Yes, it was a very nice kind of affair, but little Barbara acted up somethin’ terrible!
You know, the grown-ups couldn’t join in with the kids, so I was sittin’ over to one side of the hall with the mothers and aunts and fathers. It was a little bit depressin’ ’cause some of them had such a hangdog expression on their faces. The men, in particular, looked like they’d rather be someplace else other than where they were!
I enjoyed lookin’ at the paintin’s the children had done, and there was also some nice carpenter work the little boys had done for their parents to see. The teachers and instructors were also nice and friendly-like, but I never saw such a resentful bunch of children before in my whole life!
They was all washed-up and bright-lookin’ as far as I could see, but they all had such sullen-sorry looks except for those few that was runnin’ around and touchin’ things and gettin’ into all manner of mischief.
There was any number of Important folks there, and they seemed mighty proud of what the children had done. A few of them made speeches to the children whilst the little ones squirmed around kind of impatient-like. Girl, it seemed to me that they was talkin’ all over the heads of those kids and really aimin’ the remarks at the parents who was all over in the corner!
One woman got up to speak and every once in a while she would say somethin’ about “the low-socio-economic group,” and after a while I caught on to the fact that this was the high-flung name for poor people! Then a man got up, and he called off a group of hoity-toity folks that the children should be grateful to ’cause they was givin’ money and time to help the settlement keep goin’! After that, a teacher explained to them how they owed so much to the ones who came in and worked without bein’ paid. And on and on it went. Why, it seemed that there must have been at least a hundred folks that these little ones owed a debt of gratitude to!
… Well, I suppose they did ’cause they were givin’ out time and money that they could of kept for themselves. The kids got up and sang little songs, and everybody seemed real proud about that and they did look real cute. One or two of them recited things, and then one little fellow got up and read off a paper. He told us how thankful the children was for the camp fund, the play center, the toys, the teachers and things like that.
After that, the party began. One lady was dressed up so lovely, she had a pretty straw hat with a feather on it and a fine fur scarf…. Yes, she was pretty, too, and she was givin’ out boxes of candy to the children. They lined up nicely and went up and got a box one at a time and said thank you.
Yes, everything was goin’ on pretty smooth until it got to Barbara’s turn. Well, when that little girl got to stand in front of the woman to get her candy she decided to just stand there! … I mean that she held both of her hands behind her back and wouldn’t take the box.
Oh, the lady was real nice about it, she stooped down and took one of Barbara’s hands and placed the candy in it, then Barbara ran back to her seat without sayin’ thank you or anything else for that matter. I guessed that she must of felt a little bit shy, so I didn’t think too much of it. But when it was time for ice cream and cake, that child wouldn’t go and stand on line to get hers! … No, she sat there in her seat and when they tried to make her go up, she held on to the seat with both hands and a derrick couldn’t of moved her!
Every once in a while she’d look over at me, and I’d look someplace else real fast, so’s she wouldn’t know that I was watchin’ her. But I kept a close eye on what she was doin’.
After the kids started playin’ little games and things got kinda calmed down with the visitors, Barbara took her box of candy and went over to one of the pretty lady visitors and offered it to her with a nice little smile. I tell you, that woman was some touched! Why, she almost cried! But she refused the candy and said, “No, bless your heart, it’s for you, it’s your candy, and you must keep it!”
Well, that child just turned around and went back to her seat. I couldn’t stay out of the thing any more, so I got up and took Barbara’s box from her and I went over to the woman and says, “She wants you to have it, she’s givin’ you a gift and it would make her feel awful good if you’d take it.” The lady got so confused and upset lookin’. “Oh, I couldn’t,” she says, “I couldn’t take anything from that child, I wouldn’t feel right about it!”
“She’s takin’ a lot of things from you,” I says, “like your money and time and all such as that.” “Oh,” she says, “that’s different.” “Not a mite,” I says, “Givin’ is givin’! Now you take it so that little girl will feel as good as you do.”
Yes, Marge, she kept it and then went over to Barbara and thanked her. You should have seen that baby’s face light up, she looked as proud as anything!
When the party was over, I helped my little girl put on her coat and I says to her, “Barbara, do you remember the time you came up to my house and helped me to string the beans and dry dishes?” “Yes, Miss Mildred,” she says. “Well,” I said, “I been meanin’ to pay you some money for that ’cause you are always doin’ those nice things, and sometimes I like you doin’ It for free and other times I like to pay, so will you take this fifty cents?” … Yes, she took it and we left out of there and started walkin’ for home.
Soon as we got to the five-and-dime store down the street, I says, “Honey, I’m so thirsty, I’d like to have me a soft drink, but I am all run out of change so we can’t get none.” She smiles at me and says, “I’ll buy you a soft drink ’cause I got money!” So we went in and had orange drinks and lot of fun chit-chattin’. Barbara had the most fun when she hands the waitress her fifty cents. The waitress starts to put the change in front of me on the counter, but I said, “No, it’s her money.” So she handed the thirty cents to Barbara.
We didn’t come right home ’cause we had to look all over the five-and-dime store. We found a bag of marbles for her brother, a chocolate bar for her father and some sweet biscuits for her mother and the rest of the kids. Marge, that little girl was some happy! I guess it never struck her mind that she didn’t have nothin’ bought for herself. But I knew that what she needed more than anything else was to go on one good old spendin’ spree from the givin’ end!
All the things that happened today set me to thinkin’ ’bout what it says in the Bible about it bein’ more blessed to give than to receive. All I can say to that is: And how! It is not only more blessed, but it feels better and everybody oughta get the chance to do it once in a while ’cause there’s nothin’ more distressin’ than to always be on the receivin’ end, especially when folks keep addin’ up the list and askin’ you to carry a load of gratitude that gets a bit too heavy sometimes!
If it’s the last thing I do, I’m gonna find a few minutes to go over to that settlement and tell the teachers to have them children make up little calendars and pictures and things like that…. Sure, so’s they’ll have something to give the visitors when they line up to get that candy and ice cream! After all, let everybody get in on that good feelin’.