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Little Johnny III

“Little Johnny and the sad Christmas”

Once upon a time when Little Johnny was about six or seven, he had a very sad Christmas.

Johnny and his family had their last Christmas in their house at 400 West Alden Street in Valdosta, because they were moving to Adel so Daddy could buy the newspaper there. They had a really nice Christmas day and Johnny and his brothers and his sister got some nice toys and had a fun day with the family.

Johnny was really happy, because he got the beautiful Golden Trumpet that he had been wanting for a long time from Santa that morning. It was not a real trumpet, it was just a plastic toy, but it looked like a real trumpet and he could play it like a trumpet.

But just a few days after Christmas, the family packed up all their things and started moving to Adel. They moved all the furniture, including the beds, but they left their clothes and most of their toys all packed up in boxes in the house. Since they didn’t have beds, they spent the night with their friends, the Hamils, and they were going to come back to the house the next day and get all the boxes and finish moving to Adel.

But during the night, they got a phone call from the fire department. The house had caught on fire during the night. The fire department came and put out the fire before everything was burned up, but it got really hot and smokey in the house and a lot of their things were ruined.

One of the things that got ruined was Johnny’s new Golden Trumpet. He was walking around in the smokey-smelling blackened house when he found it, in the box all melted and not even golden any more. He was so sad that even though he was a big boy now, he started crying.

He saw that Mommy was crying too, because her favorite two paintings, Pinky and Blue Boy, were all blackened and wrecked by the smoke and the fire.

Most of their clothes were burned or so smokey they couldn’t keep them, so they had move to Adel with no change of clothes. But all the people in the church in Adel were very kind to them and brought clothes so that everyone had more clothes for the next week.

But nothing replaced that sweet little Golden Trumpet for Johnny, and he always remembered how sad it looked, all melted and wrecked that morning after the fire.

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Little Johnny II

Little Johnny Stories — As told to June by her dad (that’s me!)

“Little Johnny and his Magic Daddy”

Once upon a time when Little Johnny was about 5, he had a painful thing happen, but his Daddy helped him get through it.

Johnny was trying to build a little house in the back yard of their new house in Valdosta, so he was finding things around the yard to stack up. He found an old concrete block in some bushes at the back of the yard, so he decided to add that to his stack. It was heavy, but he managed to get his arm through it and pick it up. He was struggling along headed for his little house, but he got tired and it slipped out of his arms and landed, smash!, right on his toe!

Aiiee! He cried out and headed for the back door. By the time he got inside, he was crying, and his Mommy came out of the kitchen asking him what happened.

He told her about the block, and showed her his toe, which was bleeding a little and looking pretty banged up.

“Oh! Poor little boy! I’m so sorry!” Mommy said. “Let’s get that fixed up!”

So Mommy put some medicine on his toe and a nice big bandaid, and gave him some water. He was still crying a little and his toe was really hurting when his Daddy came home from work a few minutes later.

“Oh no!” Daddy said when he heard the story. “I bet I can make that toe stop hurting!”

So Daddy showed Johnny his “magic jewel” — a pretty red piece of glass that he got down from a shelf. He gave the glass to Johnny to hold, and told Johnny to squeeze it and then give it back to him. Then he told Johnny he was going to make the jewel disappear.

Daddy put the jewel is his hands and moved them around really fast, put them behind his back and then held his hands out in front of Johnny — and there was no jewel! Johnny was amazed. Then Daddy asked him where he thought the jewel was. When Johnny said he didn’t know, Daddy said, “I bet it’s in your ear!”

We’ll, Johnny didn’t believe that, and he laughed, “No!”

But then Daddy held his hand out and reached up to first one ear and then the other, and then he flashed his hand open in front of Johnny and there it was! The jewel was sitting in Daddy’s hand!

“Hey! How’d you do that!” he asked.

“Magic!” Daddy said!

By then, of course, Johnny had forgotten all about his injured toe, and though it still hurt, he felt so much better about the whole situation that he stopped crying, and he and Daddy had a fun time together talking about magic tricks and all kinda of interesting things!