Friends have asked for more Isabel stories and since I am still working on the sequel to The Vision of a Mother’s Heart, I thought it would be fun to write stories about “Little Isabel,” a prequel of sorts. Isabel was born in 1914 so the stories will take place prior to 1924.
In case you missed the Little Isabel Christmas stories from my first blog, I am re-posting them on my personal blog. There are several parts to Little Isabel’s Christmas Joy. So enjoy!
(I have posted a preview of the sequel to The Vision of a Mother’s Heart. Look in the archives for The Watch which is taken from the sequel, Hope Beyond The Sunset.)
By Katherine Hinchee Purdy
Isabel’s curls bounced as she jumped and clapped her hands. “Papa’s coming, Papa’s
coming,” she sang while skipping into the kitchen where Mama was taking out a tray of ginger
bread men from the oven.
“Isabel,” Mama softly chided the child, “you will be out of energy before we trim the tree if you
keep that up! Besides, Papa and the boys have work to do before they bring the tree into the
house. Climb up on the stool and help me decorate some of the cooled cookies.” Mama
walked around the kitchen work table, tied Isabel’s hair back with a ribbon, placed Isabel’s
Christmas apron over her head, and tied it in the back. “Have you washed your hands?”
“Yes ma’am,” Isabel said as she picked up a flat butter knife and began spreading frosting on a
butter cookie. “I’ll bet baby Sylvia wishes she could help too!”
Mama looked at the baby in the cradle in the corner and smiled. “Perhaps next year she can
help. Maggie is only three years old but she did a wonderful job helping with the first batch of
Isabel looked over at her sister napping on the cushioned chest against the back wall, covered
with her favorite quilt. She envied her sister but refused to give in to the urge to nap since she
had declared herself “too old” to nap on her fifth birthday. Besides, if she napped she might miss
something and this little girl didn’t want to miss anything.
Mama turned to the stove and gently used the spatula to remove the cookies from the pan and
placed them on a cooling rack and then stepped into the back porch and returned with a napkin
holding a disc of cooled dough for another batch. While Mama’s back was turned, Isabel quickly
ran her finger around the bowl of icing and quickly popped her finger into her mouth just as Mama
returned to the kitchen.
“Save the icing for the cookies Isabel or you’ll ruin your appetite for supper.”
“Yes ma’am,” Isabel whispered and lowered her head. “I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, child. I did the same thing this morning. The temptation was too great. Just
one more taste and then you can put a ribbon hole in this last batch of gingerbread boys so that
we can hang them from the tree.”
“Mama,” Isabel said as she carefully used a small dowel to place a hole in the last gingerbread
boy’s head. “I wish we could cel-eeee”
“Celebrate” Mama said with a smile.
“Cele-brate Christmas every day!”
“That would be lovely dear but we celebrate the birth of Jesus. We only have one birthday each
year. Besides, if we celebrated every day, don’t you think you would get bored?”
“Oh no,” Isabel said with a smile, revealing a space where a new, permanent tooth was just
beginning to show. “I can never get tired of Christmas.”
Just as she placed the last ribbon hole in the gingerbread boy, the back porch screen door