Friday, December 24, 2010

The True Story of Rudolph

The True Story of Rudolph

   A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night.
   His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bob's wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked, "Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?" Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob.
   Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he'd rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.


   Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined to make one - a storybook! Bob had created an animal character in his own mind and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day. But the story doesn't end there.


   The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book. Wards went on to print,_ Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer_ and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph. That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book.

   In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn't end there either.

   Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry. "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of "White Christmas."

   The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE TRAYWICK FAMILY!!! 

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Robby

This story was shared with me this morning and I like it so much I decided to post it.


   At the prodding of my friends I am writing this story. My name is
Mildred Honor and I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des
Moines, Iowa . I have always supplemented my income by teaching piano
lessons - something I have done for over 30 years.

   During those years I found that children have many levels of musical
ability, and even though I have never had the pleasure of having a
prodigy, I have taught some very talented students. However, I have also
had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils - one such
pupil being Robby..

   Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off
for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys)
begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said
that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano,
so I took him as a student.

   Well, Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it
was a hopeless Endeavour. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of
tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his
scales and some elementary piano pieces that I require all my students to
learn.
   Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and
tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he would always
say 'My mom's going to hear me play someday'. But to me, it seemed
hopeless, he just did not have any inborn ability.

   I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or
waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but
never dropped in.
   Then one day Robby stopped coming for his lessons. I thought about
calling him, but assumed that because of his lack of ability he had
decided to pursue something else. I was also glad that he had stopped
coming - he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

   Several weeks later I mailed a recital flyer to the students' home. To
my surprise, Robby (who had received a flyer) asked me if he could be in
the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and that
because he had dropped out, he really did not qualify. He told me that
his mother had been sick and unable to take him to his piano lessons,
but that he had been practicing. 'Please Miss Honor, I've just got to
play' he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the
recital - perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of me
saying that it would be all right.

   The night of the recital came and the high school gymnasium was packed
with parents, relatives and friends. I put Robby last in the program,
just before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a
finishing piece. I thought that any damage he might do would come at the
end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance
through my 'curtain closer'.

   Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students had been
practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on the stage. His clothes
were wrinkled and his hair looked as though he had run an egg beater
through it.

   'Why wasn't he dressed up like the other students?' I thought 'Why
didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special
night?' Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I was surprised when he
announced that he had chosen to play Mozart's Concerto No. 21 in C
Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light
on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from
pianissimo to fortissimo, from allegro to virtuoso; his suspended chords
that Mozart demands were magnificent!

   Never had I heard Mozart played so well by anyone his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo, and everyone
was on their feet in wild applause! Overcome and in tears, I ran up on
stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I have never heard you play
like that Robby, how did you do it?' Through the microphone Robby
explained: 'Well, Miss Honor .... remember I told you that my mom was
sick? Well, she actually had cancer and passed away this morning. And
well ..... she was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever
heard me play, and I wanted to make it special.'

   There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from
Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care,
I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself
then how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. No,

   I have never had a prodigy, but that night I became a prodigy ...... of
Robby. He was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the
meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and maybe
even taking a chance on someone and you didn't know why.
  

   Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P
Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Class Treats

From Ken

From Kam

  I know....I am as shocked as you! I finished them in advance!
Well, with the help of the sweet husband elf.


Basketball Update

Catch me if you can, coach.

She loves basketball!

Check out the socks...

Chillaxin'.

Almost a dunk...

Christmas In the Barnyard

Kam the chicken

Ken the lamb.

The back of the lamb!



Ken, Gabi the pig, and Joelle the cow...

Gracen....he is a doll. I think he must have been the baby chicken.

Christmas Carol

Doesn't Kam look old??? Oh my. She is so pretty.
My beautiful first born is singing with other little girls her age. They did a wonderful job.



I know it doesn't look like it, but she really likes doing this!

At least Ken waited til after her sister sang to nap.

Summa Cum Laude, Brian Traywick

Fighting back the tears....


What an honor!




Still a little emotional...


Thanks Kam, for taking this pic!


By Ken

By Ken, too.


By Kam


Listening closely at the awards ceremony...


This guy in the left must have thought I was taking a picture of him.
He looks like he is wondering who I am...


Receiving medal for graduating Summa Cum Laude!!


Fully dressed with honors!


Two proud daughters!!


Wow....she looks older in this hat...

She looks even older in this hat!!

Before the ceremony started...

Can you see them? Look closely....
OK. So maybe you can't....

here they are...
Hi!!!!!!

With Dr. Lunsford.

I am so proud of you I can't even say. You did an wonderful job--all while doing so much other stuff! There should be more people like you.

The girls and I love you and are so happy for you, Babe!!!!

Way to go!!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Traywick Family Tree


   Here it is!!! My new tree!!! BT bought me this 9 foot pre-lit gem for my Christmas gift! I have wanted a tall tree since our last house, so for the last 8 years he has heard about it and got tired enough of my hinting that he bought it! He is a keeper! (no, not only because of this tree....I truly do adore him!) 

First Annual Elf on the Shelf


The elf watches over my girls....He has sat in the same place since he was welcomed into our home. I'm afraid if he moves he will be eternally lost in the sea of wrapping paper, laundry, and shoes--as our house has not been cleaned in about a month. Notice he sits in front of BT's award...Alpha Sigma Lambda, which means he is in the top 10% of adult students in the country!


Gertie...Poor Poor Flirty Gertie....


Yes, Gertie is still alive. Doesn't receive much attention, but as far as I know she does get fed everyday. Thanks only to my daughters!