Christmas Eve has such wonderful, magical memories for the three of us! Each year we attend our
family's annual evening together which includes lots of food and a visit from
Santa Claus himself. And each year, as we grow older, we remember the Christmas Eves of our childhoods!
Dorothy, Esther, and I love Christmas and
have many memories of our South Texas holiday celebrations with our mom and
dad, aunts, uncles, a myriad of cousins, close family friends who were part of our family, and of course,
each other. Our father’s Minten/Siemonsma Dutch heritage was dominant in our family,
and for that reason many of our childhood memories of Christmas revolve around
customs that our grandparents brought with them from the Netherlands. Daddy's sister, Tillie [Theckla, Dutch for Matilda], married Charles Boerjan, a man from The Netherlands, so all of those cousins, seven of them, were full-blooded Dutch.)
I
thought our mom was Dutch, even though I realized later on that she had her own
heritage! She was Irish, Scots, English, and I just learned recently, a little Welsh! Her sister, Ruth, and her family, along with our Grandpa Howard (mom’s
dad) lived just a few miles away and were always a part of every family
gathering. (All of our grandparents, except Grandpa Howard, died before I was born.) Mickey (Aunt Ruth’s middle child), and just two years younger than I
(Janie), shared with us in more recent years, that as a child she was really
disappointed to learn that she was not Dutch, and that all of those cousins were
not her cousins! They were Janie’s cousins!!
I think for a little while she was kind of mad at me about that!!!
One
of the traditions, probably changed from December 5th (St. Nicholas
Eve) in the Netherlands, took place every year on December 24. On that special
evening, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even some friends, the Akkermans, who were
also of Dutch heritage and were like family to all of us, would gather at one
of the family homes where we would anxiously await the arrival of Santa Claus.
I know there was always a lot of food, but I actually have no recollection of
eating anything at those gatherings!! I
do remember the hot chocolate that our cousin, Mary Boerjan, would make at all
winter family get-togethers. It was homemade from scratch (not a mix) and the best! I wish I could have some
right now!
When it became dark, we children would
anxiously peer out of the windows, going from one side of the house to the
other, looking for our first glimpse of Santa. You see, we all lived out in the
country on farms north of Falfurrias in the La Gloria area, so wherever the party was held, Santa always had plenty of
room to land his sleigh and the reindeer out in a field or pasture far away
from the prying eyes of children, so we didn’t know from which direction he
would come. We would be very quiet as we looked out for him, for we knew that
we might hear the sound of his bell before we would see the light from his
lantern.d That possibility was more likely if it was a warm South Texas evening and the windows were open! It was so exciting, but also a little scary!! This was in the days
before electricity in our homes and bright outside yard lights. It was really,
really dark! After 1950, a single light
bulb in the middle of the room’s ceiling or a lamp gave more light!
The adults were into this, too. They would
be there with us, looking and listening, and to add to the authenticity of this
yearly event, one of them would say, “Did you hear that? I think it’s Santa!”
Or they would point up into the sky and say, “There he is! I saw the sleigh and
reindeer!”
That would make us little ones look and
listen that much harder. And then, we would really hear it—the rhythmic ringing
of Santa’s cowbell! We’d rush to the windows on
the side of the house we thought the sound was coming from, and then we’d see
him in his red suit with his white beard just barely discernible in the glow of
his kerosene lantern as he walked the distance from where he had left his sleigh. One of
the grown-ups would go quickly to the door and invite him in, and what an
awesome thing that was for us! There stood Santa Claus himself in the doorway with
a pack full of gifts. We did not rush up to grab him. In fact, we would
hang back, sometimes standing close to one of our parents for a little
protection. We certainly did not yank on his beard, because WE ALREADY KNEW HE
WAS REAL!
He
wasn’t dressed in a regal red velvet suit with white fur trim. He didn’t have
on a wide shiny black belt with a golden buckle or highly polished black boots. His clothing, while
red and white, were homemade and rather old-world looking. His face was a mask (to
protect him from the subzero temperatures of the high altitudes as he flew at fast speeds in his open
sleigh—but really to disguise the fact that it was Aunt Annie or Cousin Mary or some other person that we knew quite well!!)
But we didn’t care. We didn’t see that. We did not have the images of Santa
Claus coming at us from every direction as today’s children do. He WAS Santa
Claus! He was our vision of Santa Claus and the only one we knew!
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| Christmas Eve family gathering mid 50s at Shorty and Evelyn (Boerjan) Solomon's home at La Gloria, 5 miles north of Falfurrias. Not all of the family is pictured, but Santa Claus is the second from the left standing in the back row right between Esther and Dorothy. I am sitting in my dad's lap on the floor right in the middle a tad to the right! I'm sure that our mother was the photographer. |
Santa had gifts for the good kids, and all
of us were quite sure we fell into that category. But, you never knew for sure,
because Santa might have remembered something you had forgotten from the past
year!! After all, he had been keeping a list!!!
He would begin handing out gifts, calling
the names of the recipients in his booming voice (well, it sounded booming to me when I
was a little girl!). It was such a relief when you heard your own name called,
because, if you had been naughty, Santa Claus would wait until all the gifts
were handed out, then he would call your name, tell everyone you had been bad,
grab you, stuff you into his now empty toy sack, and take you back to the North
Pole where he would make you into a doll. (Just a personal note: It never
bothered me to think that my dolls had been bad little girls! I never
connected the two.) We never found out what he did with the boys!!!
Just to emphasize that he meant business,
he would usually start pulling someone toward him, but then an adult would
usually talk him out of it, saying that the child really was a pretty good kid.
Most of the times, it was an adult he would pull toward him, so as not to
frighten the children too much!! Christmas, 1930, stands out in Dorothy’s
memory. She was three years old, and our parents and grandparents were hosts to the extended family. At
the time, Mom, Dad, and Dorothy, were still
living in the original house built by Grandpa Peter J. Minten, and everyone was
in the kitchen. Santa Claus actually did put seven-year-old cousin, Buddy
Boerjan, in his sack, and he left with him. He must have changed his mind,
because he let Buddy go when he was out of sight of the others. This story was
handed down for years, and it made believers out of us, the next
generation!
It was not until I was an adult reading a
book of Dutch Christmas customs, that I learned this was a Dutch practice.
Sinter Klaus comes from Spain on a ship, rides a white horse while in The
Netherlands, and takes naughty children back to Spain in his toy sack. It
didn’t mention what he does with them, and I somehow think that the “doll
story” was a result of our Aunt Annie’s very active imagination. She was always
doing something to make our holidays exciting. She was the youngest of the five
children in our dad's family, and was our beloved, (and for many years) old-maid aunt! She had such an imagination and was super creative!!! There was never a dull moment when Aunt Annie was around. She did marry later in life, but never had any children of her own.
Now you know why we had a good healthy fear
of Santa as well as great love for him. You've got to admit, it was
a great way for our parents to remind us all year that we’d better be
good. And besides that, he had a way of watching us through the windows at our
house. At various times after Thanksgiving, we’d be doing dishes or one of our
other chores in the kitchen at night when we’d hear a scratching noise on the
window screen (the window being open due to balmy South Texas weather) and turn to see his
masked face peering in the window at us. Then he would disappear. Dorothy and
Esther learned years later that it was Aunt Annie, our dad’s sister, doing the
honors. Dorothy and Esther carried on the tradition when I was little.
Our mother loved Christmas, too, and she
would decorate the whole house. The home where we grew up was the second house built
by our grandfather in 1926, and many of those Christmas Eve parties were held
there when it was Mom and Dad’s turn to be hosts to the family. Today, that
same house is our Christmas store, Santa's Texas Workshop. Oh, what memories
that house holds of Christmases past!!!
We never lost our childhood awe of the
holiday, and as adults we continue to celebrate in very special ways including
that family party on Christmas Eve. These days, we meet at a cousin's home for
this annual event. Santa still comes, but the story of being taken back to the
North Pole if you've been naughty is a thing of the past.
Everyone brings food, and we eat and visit and have fun together. There are a
lot of little ones in our family right now, as our cousins' grandchildren have
children who are getting to experience this Christmas Eve tradition. They
are not all there every year, as they spend Christmas Eve with their
spouses' families every other year. That's a nice tradition in
itself!
While the children all get gifts, we
adults often exchange gifts through the person of Santa Claus. This is a great
way of giving someone a gag gift without ever having to admit who it is really
from! (This is another Dutch tradition!!) However, more often than not, the gifts are
very nice, and we do find out who slipped them into Santa's bag.
There were five children in our dad's
family. When we were young, the families of Tillie, Henry, and Johnny all lived
within “yelling distance” of one another, so the cousins played together all the
time. Annie lived in Falfurrias, just a few miles away, and she took part in
our Christmases, but she never had any children of her own. We also knew we had
lots of cousins from the Albert Minten family in San Antonio, and sometimes
they came to see us (although it was not at Christmas). As a result of this,
many of the local first cousins and their children remained very close to
each other as the years passed. Now, there are only 6 of our
grandparents' 20 grandchildren still living: the three of us Minten sisters
(Johnny’s girls), Evelyn Boerjan Solomon, the youngest of Tillie's seven
children, (she's still in Falfurrias) Henry's only son, K. Henry, and one of Albert’s
nine children, his daughter, Genevieve. (The latter two live in San
Antonio.)
This past Christmas Eve, as I sat and watched the
children receiving their gifts from Santa, I could not help remembering our
parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, who now spend their Christmases with the One
whose birth we celebrate. However, through our memories of past Christmas Eves, they
were all there with us tonight. I could see their smiling faces in the corners
of my mind! I know all my cousins who are my age and older were seeing them, too, as the
children played and had a good time, oblivious to the memories of ancestors who actually
made all of this possible for them. I pray that their parents will help keep
the past alive for them, because if we don’t know our roots and our history, it
takes away some of our future!
I couldn't help but think that our
great-grandfather, Renier Minten, and our great-grandmother, JoAnna Maria
Mathiola DeBijl Minten, would be glad to know that their decision to leave the
Netherlands for America in 1869 when Peter John was 5 years old, leaving family behind to never see them again, was a good
decision—led by God to shape future generations as well as the lives of all
that they would touch in this country for years to come!
Our
other great-grandparents, Rombertus Siemonsma and Teetske Haijes Ververda
Siemonsma, left the Netherlands in 1882, coming to America with their large family. One of their children, Marijke, was 18 at the time. Again, there was a decision led by
God, who in 1887, brought these two Dutch families together in Milbank, Dakota
Territory with the marriage of Peter John and Marijke.
I
believe that our great-grand parents, Renier and Joanna Minten (she lived only a few months after arriving in
the U.S. in 1869), and Rombertus and Teetske Haijes Ververda Siemonsma, and their children, our grandparents, Peter John and Marijke (Mary) Minten, would be
proud if they could see their many descendents still gathering together to
celebrate Christmas. Some of the little ones who were there tonight are
their great-great-great-great grandchildren. Who knows, perhaps on this
most special night of the year when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, God may allow
those who dwell with Him to have glimpses of their families here on
Earth. I'd like to think so. I'd also like to think that if that’s
so, our ancestors are proud of what their many descendants have become and what
they have accomplished. We have a lot of family members who have done good
things as they have sought out the will of God in their lives. They have
married men and women who have added the traditions of their families with
those of ours. The family’s children of today have rich and wonderful
heritages upon which to build their lives.
As children, we did eventually learn the
truth about Santa Claus. Different members of the family had played the part,
including Aunt Annie Minten (Bone) and Cousin Mary Boerjan (Bone), who were really good Santas. (Those two women, aunt and niece, married brothers) In more recent years, Tim Boerjan (grandson of Tillie Minten Boerjan and grandfather to many of our little ones) has been our Santa with a great sense of humor!
But
the most important thing that all of us who grew up in this wonderful family
learned was the true meaning of
Christmas. While Santa is a wonderful tradition and figment of the imaginations of our
ancestors, and of ours, Jesus Christ is real in each of our lives today. All of
our parents did a good job of raising us to know the difference. It never
crossed our minds to question the reality of Jesus’ Virgin birth, His life, His death
on the Cross of Calvary, or His Resurrection. He truly lives for us and in us
today.
I pray that each of you, my readers, will
have many blessed and merry CHRISTmases in the years to come, and that the true spirit of the season
will remain in your hearts all year long. I pray that each of you know Jesus in a very personal way!
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