The Christmas I Loaned My Son to Strangers by Naomi Muller "M^Then I received word ym from Washington that my husband had been killed in service overseas and been buried 'neath glory and six feet of foreign soil, I'd taken my little son and moved back to the village where I'd been raised. My small home was on a rise of ground close to a winding road that leads to the main highway, and the diversion of seeing tourists visiting our lovely hills, snatching at their beauty, helped a little to lessen the torture of my realization that I now wore a widow's weeds. When the pain would become too great I'd turn my back on the highway and seek refuge in the quiet view from my windows. For when I stood and looked into the distance, peace would come to me and I'd know the glory of God and cease tormenting myself with the ageless question: "Why did this thing have to happen to me?" But I had to make a living for my boy, so I got my old job back. Some years of working at it had — like Time—softened the blow of my husband's passing and erased a few scars in my memory when just before Christmas, I saw an ad that clutched at my heart. The newspaper ad read: The advertiser was a young widower who lived with his mother. Besides losing his beloved wife, he had also lost his little son the same year. I felt so strongly stirred by the unique ad that I wished LITTLE BOY WANTED Is there any place where we can borrow a little boy three or four years old for the Christmas holidays? We have a nice home and would take wonderful care of him and bring him back safe and sound. We used to have a little boy, but he couldn't stay, and we miss him so when Christmas comes. —N. H. most earnestly to share my own remaining happiness, for I knew how empty is the sparkle of Christmas unless you see it by the candles of joy in a child's eyes. For what is Christmas but zest — the zest of seeing a happy child, thus kindling through memory's radiance the zest you yourself knew as a child on Christmas morning? I answered the ad. And I've never been sorry I shared with strangers the joy my child brought me. That was nearly six years ago. And it's six years since I married the advertiser! New Recipe! Ever-so-easy Fruitcake Just measure, mix, and bake. It's that easy to prepare this delicious, homemade fruitcake. A cake with a taste and texture so special you'll serve it over and over again. ^^^•^ CORN FLAKE CRUMBS 3 eggs, slightly beaten 1 can Borden Eagle® Brand Sweetened Condensed Milk (not evaporated milk) 2% cups (one 28-oz. jar) Borden None Such® Ready-to-Use Mince Meat* 2 cups (1-lb. jar) mixed candied fruit 1 cup coarsely chopped nuts 2 cups Kellogg's* Corn Flake Crumbs 1 teaspoon baking soda Butter a 9-inch tube pan. Line with waxed paper; butter again. In a large-size bowl, combine eggs, sweetened condensed milk, mince meat, fruits and nuts; mix well. Add Corn Flake Crumbs (only Corn Flake Crumbs will do) and baking soda; blend well. Turn into prepared pan. Bake in a slow (300°F.) oven two hours (or until a cake tester comes out clean). Cool in pan for five minutes. Turn out of pan; remove paper. Cool. If desired, decorate with glazed cherries. To store: wrap well in aluminum foil and refrigerate or freeze. •To use 9-oz. box of None Such Mince Meat, crumble two (2) packages Into saucepan, add 1J4 cups water. Cook, stirring to break lumps; boil one minute. Cool.
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