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wbmutbb-digest Monday, December 25 2000 Volume 02 : Number 408 Topics in this issue: Re: wbmutbb-digest V2 #407 Another TAGS sighting Otis Left Mayberry Temporarily misspoovey's true Christmas story Merry Christmas ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2000 15:47:01 EST From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Re: wbmutbb-digest V2 #407 MERRY CHRISTMAS to ALL. BETTER WATCH it AL! ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2000 02:13:01 EST From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Another TAGS sighting Merry Christmas to all! Just caught a Christmas episode of WKRP on TVLand's Christmas Eve schedule -- it was a take-off of "A Christmas Carol -- and who should appear but Parley Baer, our own Mayor Stoner! What a nice Christmas Eve surprise. Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and a blessed new year. Doug in Alabama ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2000 10:58:11 -0500 From: "Chuck Peters" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Subject: Otis Left Mayberry Temporarily saw an episode of Gomer Pyle USMC the other >day >and a pet store owner was none other than Hal Smith (Otis) Sgt. Carter was >buying >rabbits from him. Yes!!!....and I spotted Hal Smith (OTIS) paying a dept. store Santa Claus on a Christmas episode of THE BRADY BUNCH this weekend. (TV Land). Did you see him? OTIS IS EVERYWHERE! Chuck - ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2000 00:32:15 -0500 (EST) From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: misspoovey's true Christmas story In 1966, I was in 2nd grade, living in a trailer up in a hollar in Spencer West Virginia (a small town much like Mayberry) when my older sister told me that there was no such thing as Santa. I ran to Miss Boyle's trailer up the road. Miss Boyle was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew she always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous vanity cakes. Miss Boyle was home, and the cakes were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted. Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go." "Go? Go where, Miss Boyle?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second vanity cake. "Where" turned out to be Pursley's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Miss Boyle handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. 'Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Pursley's. I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my aunt, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobbie Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Picken's class. Bobbie Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobbie Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement! I would buy Bobbie Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I said proudly. The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas. That evening, Miss Boyle helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons, and write, "To Bobbie, From Santa Claus" on it. (Miss Boyle said that Santa always insisted on secrecy!) Then she drove me over to Bobbie Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers! Miss Boyle parked down the road from Bobbie's rickety trailer, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Miss Boyle gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going." I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded on the flimsy screen door. and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Miss Boyle. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobbie. Even through the dark, I could see the glimmer in his eyes as he read the gift tag on the box! 33 years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering beside Miss Boyle, in Bobbie Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Miss Boyle said they were ..... ridiculous! Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team! Hope all my Mayberry friends are keeping Santa alive this holiday season! Have a groovy Christmas and a TAGS filled New Year! ~love ya! the groovy misspoovey~ ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2000 16:24:06 EST From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Merry Christmas Hello Mayberry, I just wanted to wish everybody Merry Christmas on this beautiful Christmas day!!! In the words of Barney "Santa" Fife, 'Ho, Ho, Ho!!! Merry Christmas!!!" Allan ------------------------------ End of wbmutbb-digest V2 #408 ***************************** ************************************************** ~ Visit our sponsor ~ Weaver's Department Store ~ http://www.mayberry.com/tagsrwc/weavers/ ************************************************** You must send your comments to the Digest from the address you used to join WBMUTBB or your message will not be posted. Only members may post to this mailing list. 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