Tis the season when small children write letters to Santa Claus, often providing their parents with helpful hints for shopping. Charlottesville author Deborah Prum is no kid, but she likes the tradition of writing to the jolly old man up North and shares this year’s letter with listeners.
When I was growing up, my parents never took down our Christmas tree. It was a synthetic tree from the 1960s, its faded green branches plasticine and matted, imbued with the soot, tobacco, and laughter of the dozens of Christmases it had presided over, making no pretense of being an actual tree. It was bejeweled/smothered with a cacophany of lights- indoor and outdoor, colored and clear, blinking, non-blinking, and chasing. It was frenetic and tacky, more Jackson Pollack than Norman Rockwell, but we wouldn't have changed a thing about it.
Recently, I had the pleasure of going to a concert at the Fillmore in Charlotte. The wildly energetic and eclectic violinist Lindsey Stirling was performing and my friend Claire and I were anticipating magical riffs from her flying fiddle bow.
It starts with some stale white bread. Then a little butter, onion, chicken broth, celery, and salt are added. But for Waynesboro writer and essayist Mollie Cox Bryan, Thanksgiving Day stuffing features another key ingredient.
Mollie Cox Bryan has a new book out, A Crafty Christmas: A Cumberland Creek Mystery. She's also the author of Mrs. Rowe's Little Book of Southern Pies and Scrapbook of Secrets, among other books. For more information, visit her website.