From the Relief Society Magazine, January 1968 –
A Partridge in a Pear Tree
By Emma Lou W. Thayne
“I hate Christmas! I hate going home, hut it would he worse to stay here.” Jenny Harrow brushed a straggle of untinted, almost brown hair off her forehead and sank onto the familiar hardness of her desk chair. “But here we go again. Vacation, and another ordeal at home. If only I could just black out for two weeks and be right back here starting a new year.”
She whisked a stack of papers into a drawer, closed it deliberately, and stared unseeing at the suddenly very empty room. “After twelve years of teaching, you’d think I’d be used to it — going home, that is.” She knew that in seven hours Miss Harrow, the good school teacher, would be plain Jenny Harrow, unmarried daughter, home for Christmas.
The tree by her desk, which moments before had been gay with tinsel and packages, drooped straggly and ill-shaped. The floor and the children’s desks were littered with party leftovers. The sun, through the arduously tinted windows, fingerprinted the third grade efforts of seventy-two sticky hands that had glued and painted them. Jenny was tired, but more than just “three-thirty tired.”
Far down the hall she heard him coming. The clomp and skid were unmistakable. It had to be Widdy. What had he forgotten now? Wondering, she shook her head and smiled. Two days ago it had been a stocking. Now, who in the world could lose a stocking — with his shoe still on?