The Christmas Wagon grandpa Rice made for me
Published 4:53 pm Thursday, December 28, 2023
By: Jadon Gibson, Contributing Columnist
My good friend the late John Rice Irwin often sent me a story many Christmases before his passing. They were so interesting I often added some in my weekly stories “From the Mountains.”
John Rice Irwin was a great American and Tennessean, founder of the Museum of Appalachia in Norris, TN, just north of Knoxville. This annual activity resulted in many cards and letters coming his way. He loved hearing from you. This article comes from one of those he sent me.
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“My grandparents, Marcellus and Libbie Rice were married in the early 1900’s,” he began. “They acquired a little scrap of land, added to it, nurtured it and built a magnificent two-story house and a large barn on Bull Run Creek, a few miles north of Knoxville. They planted an orchard, built a grape arbor, a springhouse, adding meandering rock walls and it became a showplace for the entire community.
“It was one day in mid-December that my mother brought me, as a small tyke six years of age, to this bucolic homeplace to visit my grandparents. Granny was in the kitchen and Grandpa was sitting in front of the warm fireplace hacking and whittling on a pile of small logs. When he saw us his face brightened and he smiled broadly. He told me he was working on a little project and could use my help. Nothing could have pleased me more.
“I am going to build you a small wagon so you can haul firewood, water and feed for the chickens and pigs,” he said.
We worked on this pile of sticks and small logs for hours. The day grew long, the weather grew bleak and I grew more tired. It was in the shank of the evening when Granny said supper was ready.
“Rice, it’s about your bedtime,” she said when she escorted me into the big unheated bedroom, got me two beautiful quilts made by her mother and grandmother and tucked me beneath them on the feather bed. She left the room momentarily and returned with two bricks that had been heating by the fire all day. She wrapped the bricks in a piece of cloth and placed them by my feet. I don’t remember when the bricks cooled nor when I fell asleep; but I do remember the old Dominicker rooster from his perch in the pear tree next to the window crowing for daylight.
Soon Granny came in from the kitchen and asked if I was ready to get up. We went into the big room where there was a lively fire going. Then I noticed it… my little wagon was complete and looking better than I ever expected! It had a coupling pole, a rocking bolster, and even a linchpin just like the big horse drawn farm wagons. Granny said Grandpa worked on it nearly all night.
When I got home, I was anxious to show my brother David the Christmas wagon. I ran to get him and he was just as excited as I was about it. We talked about all the things we could haul in it and we spent the next few weeks hauling water from the hand dug well, coal and firewood for the stove and feed for the chickens and pigs.
Years passed and the novelty of the little wagon went on to other things. Then one day my erstwhile friend, Eliot Wigginton founder of the nationally famous Foxfire projects, was looking to write stories and take pictures of handmade toys from Southern Appalachia. I immediately thought of the little wagon Grandpa had made; but I did not remember what had happened to it. Eliot was interested and said he would come by in a few days to photograph it and get more information.
I decided to look for my wagon and Mother thought it had been relegated to an area underneath the smokehouse floor. After locating it, I cleaned it and made a few minor repairs. Eliot was so impressed with the wagon that he wrote a story about it and included a picture of it in the Foxfire magazine and in one of the widely distributed Foxfire books. Today the Christmas wagon Grandpa built along with its story now has a place of honor in the Museum of Appalachia.
The technological toys and computer games of today seem to entertain and amuse children, including my own great-grandchildren. But, I doubt that any of them will elicit more fond memories than this roughly made little wagon my Grandpa made on a cold winter afternoon, over 80 years ago.
“Dear friends, this year my Christmas letter reflects a time void of commercialism and non-stop shopping; but filled with love and the spirit of giving. Merry Christmas John Rice Irwin, December 14, 2018.
Postscript by Jadon Gibson: My good Lord in Heaven has been so good to me. It seems as though I am always smiling… inside at least. But have you had one of those days when everything seems to go haywire?
That is, the best laid plans of mice and men (and you and I) seems to go awry. In a days time you may often have 10 situations when everything goes perfect. Good vibes, total clarity, no misunderstandings, sunshine, blue skies and your parking spot is waiting there just for you… and your dog is waiting, wagging her tail when you get home. I’ve had days like that and you’ve had days like that too! It makes you sing, whistle, hum or at least smile.
Occasionally a near reversal of that occurs. You just can’t understand it. You cut yourself shaving. You accidentally step on your dog’s tail and she reacts by biting your leg. Ordinarily she wouldn’t even hurt a flea… well maybe.
A similar situation is the memo line we add when sending emails. We are meticulous with the regular message content but fail to doublecheck what we added on the memo line. When we read it back, after it has been sent, it’ll often make us feel like a nincompoop and another of those “devil made me do it days.” Actually old Satan will do that to you but thank goodness God will often turn the table and all will be well. Thank God for all those days when all goes well. Most of them do.
I pray that the new year will have many great days during this beautiful and meaningful Christmas season, the celebration of the birth of our Lord Jesus. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Jadon Gibson is a feature writer from Harrogate, TN. His writings are both historic and nostalgic in nature. Thanks to Lincoln Memorial University, Alice Lloyd College and the Museum of Appalachia for their assistance.