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Dick Stodghill
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PostSubject: A Christmas Story   Sun Oct 25, 2009 8:22 am

Diane, if I survive the next week or so (my chances seem about 50-50) I will look up that Christmas 1945 story and post it. Most people would say it was a horrible Christmas and on the surface they might be correct, yet to me it exemplified what the season should be about.
Your story about falling brought to mind the day 17 years ago when a woman ran a red light and hit our car broadside at 35 miles per hour or more. The sturdy Toyota Camry allowed it to merely put a six-inch dent in the driver's side door. However, we were forced against a high curb and that rolled the car over on its top. This happened right beside a field where men gathered, exchanged drugs and did everything else "nice" people aren't supposed to do. That field and those who congregated there were looked down on by nearly everyone in Akron. But. . .they came running and were yelling back and forth about "we've got to help those people." One even brought a fire exinguisher, although there was no fire. Another was kneeling beside the window repeating, "I called 911, I called 911." Within a couple of minutes the fire department arrived and used "the jaws of life" to have us out in no time. neither of us were injured but they took us to City Hospital to be checked over. As they laid me on a stretcher a cop said, "So how did that compare with a ride on the Cedar Point rollercoaster?" The "lowlife" who had been first to arrived were still concerned. One asked me if I was OK and told me, "Your wife is just fine, not hurt a bit."
I was glad it happened where it did and reinforced my belief that some of the finest people around can be found in places looked down upon by the majority. They would never have been found inside a church, but they knew more about how to respond in an emergency than most of the "good" people could ever know.

A Christmas Story From 1945



A decade ago a newspaper offered $100 for the best Christmas story submitted so I figured that amounted to $100 an hour, not bad pay. The following true story was easy to write and proved to be the best hourly rate to ever come my way.

The wind off the North sea cut to the bone as Frank Schwartz and I made our Christmas Eve rounds at the sprawling ordnance depot that had been a Focke-Wulfe aircraft factory.

Even by 1945 standards, it was a bad night to be riding around in an open Military Police Jeep. Before our shift ended, another joyless Christmas Day would arrive with us still far from home. We had been told to be on the lookout for an intruder or intruders who had entered the depot several nights in a row. Aside from a few overly eager officers recently arrived from the States, who cared? The biting cold and ways of escaping it were of far more importance to us.

A sliver of light at ground level suddenly caught my eye. I pointed it out to Frank. He cut the engine, and we coasted toward the dark building ahead. As we drew near, we could see that a little light was escaping from one side of a blackout curtain still in place, although the war had ended months earlier.

We quietly entered the building and, not wanting to show a light, felt our way along a wall to the stairs leading to the basement. Frank had a .45 in hand, I carried a machine pistol. What would we find – a gang of criminals methodically stealing supplies to sell on the black market? That light was coming from a woodworking shop. When we reached the doorway, we saw a former German soldier clad in his old uniform working at a lathe. Adsorbed in his work, he was unaware of our presence. This was our notorious intruder.

As we entered the room, our weapons trained on him, the man looked up, all color draining from his face. We asked why he was there, but he didn’t understand English. Even so, he knew what was expected of him. After pointing to a small, three-wheeled wagon made of bare wood, he showed us the fourth wheel that he had been turning on the lathe. Then, managing a weak smile and holding a hand three feet above the floor to indicate size he said, “Knabe.”

Neither Frank nor I knew much German, but we were aware that “kuh-nob-uh” meant boy. He was building a wagon so that his small son would find something under the tree in the morning. Even a man with money, and obviously this one had none, could not have found a toy for sale in any German store that bleak Christmas season. For a moment, Frank and I looked at each other, then Frank pointed first to the lathe and then a clock on the wall. It was 10:30, so when the German limped over and placed a finger on 11 we understood that the little wagon would be completed in half an hour.

What should we do? Perhaps he had used a few scraps of U.S. government wood, but he had done no one any harm. We knew from experience that if we turned him in, the authorities would not see it that way. He would be given a long prison sentence. On the other hand, if we left him there someone else might find him. Then too, he might be caught if he tried to leave the way he had come. Either way, we could be in serious trouble ourselves.

So we waited there until he finished the job. When the last wheel was locked in place by a cotter pin, we beckoned for him to follow us outside. He was apprehensive, still uncertain of what was ahead as he climbed the stairs in an awkward, stiff-legged gait. A wool G.I. blanket was kept in the jeep, so we had him curl up as best he could on the floor in back. We covered him with the blanket and then drove to the main gate. Our route of patrol took us to the village of Einswarden and the nearby town of Nordenham, so we cruised on past the guards with a casual wave of a hand. We dropped the grateful German off at a corner near his home, then drove on to a service club where we could get hot coffee and sit for a while beside a fireplace.

I thought about the man, remembered his uniform from which all insignia had been removed. Lighter colored patches remained, telling us he had been a lance corporal in an infantry division. It had not been that long since Frank and I were infantry riflemen fighting Germans in similar uniforms. Strange how quickly things could change.

Somewhere nearby, a church bell tolled midnight. Frank raised his coffee mug to me. “Merry Christmas, Stodgy.”

I touched his mug with mine and said, “Yeah, Frank, Merry Christmas.” And suddenly it was, thanks to a former enemy, a little homemade wagon and a small boy who would find it in a few hours. This was a gift that in happier, more affluent times ahead would never be found in any toy store. I knew, though, that no present, regardless of how expensive it might be, would ever light up a child’s face more brightly.

And while I didn’t realize it at the time, never again would the spirit of Christmas warm me quite so meaningfully as it did on that bitterly cold night beside the North Sea.
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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:33 am

Thanks for bringing the story back on the forum, Shelagh. It is one of those that never grows old, a story worth remembering.
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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:05 am

Dick could make a grown man cry. He did it again.
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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Sun Nov 28, 2010 7:56 am

Thank goodness his words will never die.
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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Sun Nov 28, 2010 9:42 am

Yep Alice thank goodness. Sad
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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:59 pm

In the last two weeks, when I click on the Chatter Box, three times this page of Dick's lovely stories pops up. I have begun think that Dick is here among us right now. Perhaps it is his way of saying there is life after. What a nice present that knowledge would be. God bless Dick. Thanks for the memories.

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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Tue Dec 21, 2010 9:49 pm

I agree Betty. If nothing else, his memory is alive.
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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Tue Dec 21, 2010 11:49 pm

Betty,

I have read Dick’s book three times and will read it again soon.

In my view, it is one of the best books written about the Second World War. He did his duty as a soldier and respected the enemy soldiers that were doing their duty. He didn’t hate the enemy,but rather the war itself. His greatest criticism was not against the enemy, but rather agains his own superiors who put the soldier in harms way with their incompetence.

Dick wrote about things he cared about and subjects he knew well. I don’t recall reading much, if any fiction in his writings. He had his own writing technique and didn’t follow the crowd or pay too much attention to the “proper way to write” if such a thing exists. I think his days as a reporter helped him develop a technique, without fluff, that got to the point.

I highly recommend his book. Good books are worth re-reading and his book is on that list
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PostSubject: Every once in a while   Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:43 pm

I think of Dick Stodghill. I think of him with love and kindness. He was one of a kind.

I bring up his Christmas story so everyone will read it and be blessed.

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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:23 pm

Another year almost gone. Time to read Dick's story again and remember what makes the world go round.

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PostSubject: Re: A Christmas Story   Tue Dec 18, 2012 9:31 pm

Agree, Betty.
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