The Gift - A Moment in Reflection, Autumn, 1920

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 08
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1976
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Language eng
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Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
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Title The Gift - A Moment in Reflection, Autumn, 1920
Description I heard Mother explaining quickly, and I heard the heavy footsteps of the man. "Now listen, son. I'm sorry about your cat, but we've got to have that chair for the show. We can't go on with any other chair. Your cat's not going to use it now anyway." He looked like a black ogre, hovering ominously over me. I felt like a mouse beneath a hawk, but I was a fighting mouse. "No. Not Tobit's chair." Then there was white instead of black. The alabaster actress touched my cheek with her icy hand. "My poor, poor little darling," she said in a lulling rhythm. She repeated it over and over and rocked me in her arms. Then she was silent for a long while. The silence in the room was sweet and heavy. The man's loud breathing was all I heard. At last, she spoke: "Nigel, he had a gift, you know. He had the gift of making you happy. We all have gifts, but some of us hardly use them. Can you think how sad God is when He gives us gifts, and we don't use them? How sad would you be if you brought your Mother a present and she didn't open it, ever? Now Tobit has a gift for everyone. His chair can make them happy. It can help your whole town be happy they are Arnericans." She paused and stroked my hair. "Do you want Tobit's gift to be opened?" I nodded solemnly, and the man carried the red chair out the back door. I went with Mother that night to watch the actor be Lincoln and rise out of a comfortably worn chair, and to watch the actress portray the Four Liberties. I do not remember what either of them said, but I will remember always the sincerity and the over-whelming reality of the actress in her role. She embodied the characters she played completely, giving her every strength to the performance and to the audience. It was as if she had to expel herself of all good gifts and return them in full blossom. Her audience was spellbound and rested only when she had filled it full. It must have been a week or ten days before we heard that she had died quietly in another little town between rehearsal and performance. I know now that she was a great lady, sadly trapped into playing sentiment. I know, too, that she believed her gift was to uplift, and that gift she took to God in full -25-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 8
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 325586
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