My Mother's Wish: An American Christmas Carol

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Something strange is brewing at the Comeback Caf?

A grandfather?s song has turned a diner into hallowed ground. A contrary girl with a gypsy heart feels the tug of home. And a truck driver named Jedidiah keeps his foot on the gas, ready to sweep you into an unforgettable story of belonging and grace.

It?s the 1960s Midwest, and Ellee Crumb wants to change the world, ...

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Overview

Something strange is brewing at the Comeback Café

A grandfather’s song has turned a diner into hallowed ground. A contrary girl with a gypsy heart feels the tug of home. And a truck driver named Jedidiah keeps his foot on the gas, ready to sweep you into an unforgettable story of belonging and grace.

It’s the 1960s Midwest, and Ellee Crumb wants to change the world, starting with her mother, but she’s having trouble even getting her teachers to know her real name. So Ellee sits at the Comeback, her broken heart lying there on a table, when a three-armed waitress and a quirky stranger show up and hand her back the pieces.

An affecting tale, My Mother’s Wish will remind you of the power of grand hopes and effect of impossible expectations. You’ll witness the influence every life has on another, and you’ll find new reasons to believe in the comfort and joy in an everyday, American version of the story of Christmas: being known and loved, just as you are.

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Editorial Reviews

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“An enchanted, stirring tale about the greatest and most surprising gifts, acceptance and love.”
Elizabeth Dewberry, author of His Lovely Wife, Sacrament of Lies, and Break the Heart of Me

“Over the years I’ve read about every conceivable kind of Christmas story that existed. Then came this one: truly a wondrous one-of-a-kind tale bringing laughter and tears. If it were possible to fuse the writing styles and messages of Garrison Keillor, C. S. Lewis, Dave Barry, and Catherine Marshall, the result might very well bear the title My Mother’s Wish.”
Joe L. Wheeler, Ph.D., editor of the Christmas In My Heart® story anthology series

“Jerry Camery-Hoggatt explores the mystical relationship that binds mothers and children together and gives all of us an opportunity to revisit that magical time as our own mothers dragged us, kicking and screaming at times, through childhood.  This is a book that makes you think–and remember. You will want to call and thank your own mother and tell her you love her.”
Ed Butchart, professional and official Santa, Stone Mountain, Georgia, and author of Red Suit Diaries and More Red Suit Diaries

“Eleanor Crumb McKutcheon–call her Ellie, please–is a precocious little tweener blessed with a ratty wryness that puts her at odds with her purposeful mother, whose heavenly vision of what her daughter should be bears no resemblance whatever to what Ellie sees for herself. When hostilities reach epic proportions, Ellie packs up and leaves, an act of rebellion and defiance that brings her, kicking and screaming, into the neighborhood of grace. Jerry Camery-Hoggatt’s charming Christmas fable is proof that a less-than-accommodating Bethlehem stable still has room for every last one of us.”
Dr. James Calvin Schaap, Department of English, Dordt College, author of Startling Joy and Romey’s Place

Library Journal

Set in the 1960s, this nostalgic fable about mothers and daughters is sure to become an annual holiday favorite. By the author of Giver of Gifts: Three Stories of Christmas Grace.


—Tamara Butler
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400074051
  • Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/16/2008
  • Pages: 96
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.40 (h) x 0.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Jerry Camery-Hoggatt, Ph.D., is professor of New Testament at Vanguard University, in Costa Mesa, California. A professional storyteller, he is the author of the highly-acclaimed Christmas stories When Mother Was Eleven-Foot-Four (in trade adult and children’s picture book editions) and Givers of Gifts.

Jerry and his wife, Shaleen, are the parents of three children.

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Contrariwise

Chapter One

The Spanish poet Juan Ramón Jiménez said that if they give you ruled paper, you should write the other way. That’s pretty much the story of my life, writing the other way, across the lines, against the grain. I mean this literally. I write my grocery list sideways on the page. I sign my name, Ellee, on the upslope, diagonally across the little boxes they give you on official forms. Ever since the third grade, I’ve written out my Christmas wish list sideways, running the words up from the bottom, against the grain of the lined paper my mother posts on the refrigerator door. I also write my life story across the lines. I mean this literally too. I write my diary from back to front, too. I hold the book so the pages open from the bottom up, but because I write from back to front, you have to read contrariwise.

A fine word, contrariwise. Rolls off the tongue like a marble. It’s the best word I know.

I learned it in the seventh grade. I was sitting with my older sister, Susan, next to the entrance to the boys’ locker room, watching the rest of the student body mill around like a herd of wildebeests, when that stupid Joey Tyndale rushed up and tried to kiss her. I learned later that he had been taking a dare–things like that happened sometimes to Susie because she’s so much prettier than I am–but at the time I didn’t know that. Susie almost died of course because Joey Tyndale is a big, lumbering, stupid boy, and in her desperation to get away she knocked my backpack off the bench, and my diary fell out, faceup, on the cracked blacktop of the basketball court.

Miss Buttram, the vice principal, was there in six seconds flat, her first priority to protect Susie (she would have taken a bullet for Susie, she was such a good girl), but I think the real reason was that Miss Buttram loves a good fight on the school grounds. Miss Buttram doesn’t have a husband at home to fight with, so she takes her satisfactions where she finds them–the fighting of seventh graders on the playground of the Woodrow Wilson Junior High School, where she has been vice principal since she was thirteen. Nothing gets a vice person’s vice principal sap flowing like a good playground brawl.

I scrambled for the diary but not before Joey saw it and beat me to it, picking it up and taunting me with it. He danced what he thought was a little jig. It was not. He was too big and lumbering to dance a little anything.

“Eleanor writes backwards! Eleanor writes backwards!”

Joey held the diary high so everybody could see, and I started to jump for it.

“Give it back,” I said as forcefully as I could with my teeth gritted so nobody else would hear me.

He held the diary higher.

Susie backed away, afraid of getting into trouble, and the small herd of wildebeests that had crowded around us swallowed her up like the phagocytes Mr. Frazier talked about in seventh grade science. Mr. Frazier lived and breathed phagocytes. Every single spelling test he ever gave had the word phagocyte on it.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Miss Buttram checking that Susie had not been hurt. It was like that with Susie. Before each school year, the teachers and playground supervisors at our school had a ceremony where they signed a blood pledge that they wouldn’t ever, ever let anything hurt Susie McKutcheon, she was so pretty and good.

I bumped against Joey’s body as I jumped for my diary, which was like belly-bumping a large marshmallow with arms. “Give it, Joey!” I bit my lip to keep from crying.

When Miss Buttram had finished checking on Susie, she waded into the herd of wildebeests, using all four of her arms to windmill her way through.

“Joey!” That was all Miss Buttram said. It was enough because she used her megaphone voice, which could be heard more than a quarter of a mile away on the top of the water tower with the name of the our town, BLACKWATER, painted in large block letters on the side.

Joey stopped.

There’s a rumor that Miss Buttram trained for the vice principal’s job by doing a stint with the Green Berets, but I don’t believe it. The Green Berets still exist, and they still fight, and that wouldn’t be true if Miss Buttram had crossed their path. She would have put a stop to that too. I can easily picture her windmilling Green Berets left and right, all four arms in action. So maybe the rumor was true. She clomped around the school in saddle oxfords because they were the closest thing she could find to combat boots.

Joey held the book high, beyond my reach.

“Give. Me. The. Book,” Miss Buttram said.

He handed it to her, reaching past me, over my head, to do it.

“Please, Miss Buttram,” I said. “It’s my diary. It’s private.”

“Joey. Tyndale. Wait. For. Me. In. My. Office,” she said. At Teacher College she had learned to speak in oneword sentences. For her it was a practiced art form, a kind of vice principal’s cement poetry. Literally. The words came out in cement. One of them fell on Joey’s foot, and he limped away, whimpering.

She began turning the pages of the book, slowly examining them one at a time as though it were the Book of Life. She wondered, I’m sure, if her name was written therein. It was not.

“Please, Miss Buttram…” I said.

“You really do write backward, Eleanor,” Miss Buttram said. “Why do you do that?”

“Ellee,” I corrected. Then I said, “It’s private,” to answer her question. It was a partial answer. Writing your diary across the lines seems to me to be an act of self-preservation. I am a pledged disciple of Rosa Parks, a Full Gospel Suffragette. There was a long pause as she examined the pages. The wildebeests lost interest and drifted away, looking for grass. “It’s my diary,” I said again. “A person has rights.”

“Not on my campus,” she snapped. She moved her lips, trying to read her way past the puzzling secret backward organization of the diary.

“Leonardo da Vinci wrote backward,” I said.

“Not on my campus,” Miss Buttram said again. Honestly, you’d think a Green Beret would understand why people write in code sometimes. “You do everything that way,” she said.

“What way?” I asked.

“Contrariwise, Eleanor,” she said flatly.

The word was wonderful. Contrariwise. As it came out of her mouth it took wings. I was so startled I almost gave up on the diary. But not my name. “Ellee,” I corrected. Then, “Can I have my diary back, Miss Buttram?”

She handed me the book. “There’s a right way to do everything, Eleanor, and a wrong way. You always choose the wrong way.”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2008

    Enchanting¿

    All Eleanor Crumb McKutchcon , aka Ellee, really wants is to be accepted for whom she really is. She does not want to be like her sister, Susie, or her grandmother, the original Eleanor. Her mother had a completely different wish. She wished her daughter would be an Eleanor. This enchanting Christmas story is about being accepted for who we are. Tweeners will appreciate the lesson in this tale. Adults should read it to learn the lesson. Jerry Camery-Hoggatt, author of My Mother¿s Wish, paints a vivid picture of the need to be loved unconditionally. His characters are delightfully real. I enjoyed this short tale and plan to give this book as a gift.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2008

    This is a terrific tweener Christmas Carol

    In Hastings, Nebraska, young Eleanor ¿call me Ellee¿ Crumb McKutchen heeds the call of the poet Juan Ramon Jimenez who urges people to ¿write the other way¿ thus Ellee¿s philosophy of life is ¿contrariwise¿. She wants to be part of the changing the world and knows where and who she wants to start with her mom who has an image that she expects from her daughter a vision that Ellee cannot see for herself.---------------- Considering running away the tweener sits at the Comeback Café, thirty miles from her home, wondering how to mend her broken dreams without hurting her mom who puts up blank Christmas lists for herself, her spouse, and her two children Susan and Eleanor Susan being Ellee¿s older engaged sister. Each fills the list, but fulfilling it is irrelevant. Ellee knows mom means well even if her good intentions pave the way to hell for Ellee. Suddenly a three-armed waitress and an eccentric truck driver Jedidiah accompanied by his cat Cecily provide the distraught child with a strange holiday brew an adventure on the backwaters of the Plains in what matters in life.------------------ This is a terrific tweener Christmas Carol, Americana Midwest style starring a distraught girl whose flight of fancy is in opposition to her mom¿s no nonsense attitude. Fans will enjoy Ellee¿s adventures as Captain Jedidiah and his not named Mrs. Smee cat take her on a journey of understanding. This is a fun tale and mom¿s gift to her youngest daughter is the perfect Christmas present.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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