Daily Newspaper and Travel Guide
for Pecos Country
of West Texas
By Peggy McCracken
Tuesday, December 22, 1998
Ogre and the Angel poem
written for children
Just when I was wanting a Christmas column, the little poem below showed
up in my e-mail box. Micheal Hardgrove of Wewoka, Okla. offered the poem
for use in any way I see fit. So here it is. If you want to let him know
you read it, his e-mail address firstname.lastname@example.org.
"The Ogre and The Angel"
(Written by Micheal Hardgrove)
Once not long ago on a mountain far away,
A little angel called a little ogre out to play,
The Ogre lived there in a cave, alone and in the dark,
And when the Angel came to play, it blessed the Ogre's heart;
That's why the Angel was surprised to hear the Ogre yell,
"I don't wanna play today! I'm not feeling very well!"
The Angel flew down to the cave and called out once again:
"If you won't come outside, is it all right if I come in?"
"Oh, no!" the Ogre shouted and stepped back from her light;
The Angel knew a thing or two, and she knew this wasn't right;
She waved both hands, and suddenly the darkness left the cave,
(That's because bright magic happens when an angel waves);
When she peeked inside and saw him, she thought that she would cry;
Her friend, the little Ogre, had a big, black eye!
"I just fell down," the Ogre said. "Now make it dark again!"
The Angel said, "You shouldn't tell a fib to your best friend."
The Ogre turned away and said, "What makes ya think I'm fibbin'?
I don't have wings like you do to keep my feet from trippin'!"
"I only asked because I care," she said. "Don't get excited.
If you had only fallen down, you wouldn't try to hide it."
The Ogre said, "Okay, you win," and gave his eye a rub;
"I went down the mountainside and the Grumbles beat me up."
The Angel turned and flew outside, and the Ogre came along;
The Angel said, "It's just not right! In fact, it's very wrong!
I think I'll have a talk with them and ask them to be nice."
The Ogre said, "Oh, no! Not that! You can't talk to these guys!
If they find out I told you, they'll beat me twice as bad!
Promise me you won't go down and make the Grumbles mad!"
"It's okay," said the Angel as she flew toward Grumbletown;
"Hey, wait!" the Ogre hollered as he followed on the ground;
The Grumbles down in Grumbletown were standing in a group,
Outside their caves, around a pot, cooking Junebug Soupó
They didn't see the Ogre or the Angel coming near,
Until the biggest one looked up and said, "Well, lookee here!
That little ogre's back again, and he's got some company!
I'm big and strong. This won't take long. Just save some soup for me!"
The Big One snarled and threw a rock which barely missed the Ogre;
"Angel!" cried the Ogre. "Please! Let's not go any closer!"
All the other Grumbles laughed and yelled the Big One's name;
The Angel said, "Don't be so mean! You all should be ashamed!"
The Big One threw a rock at her, and all the Grumbles hollered;
But then the Angel waved her hands and Grumbletown got smaller...
...And smaller and smaller and smaller until,
Even the great Big One was no bigger than a pill!
The Ogre looked down in surprise and heard the squeaky noises,
That the itsy-bitsy Grumbles made with all their tiny voices;
He said, "You needn't be afraid, but I'll give you all a penny,
If you'll be nice to smaller things, that is, if there are any."
The Ogre turned and walked away back up the mountainside,
As what was left of Grumbletown ran away to hide;
Back up on the mountaintop in his bright-as-daylight cave,
The Ogre and the Angel sat and drank some lemonade;
The Ogre asked the Angel,"Will they always be that size?"
The Angel said, "They'll learn and grow when they want to be nice."
So the Angel helped the Ogre, and he was glad he let her;
They laughed and played again, and pretty soon his eye got better;
And the Ogre learned the lesson that it's never ever naughty,
When ANYONE is hurting you, to go and tell somebody.
The online version, complete text and illustrations,
of "The Ogre and The Angel," is at
"Let the little children come unto me, and do not forbid them, for the
kingdom of God belongs to such as these." Mark 10:14, NIV
Peggy McCracken is webmaster, reporter and columnist for the Pecos Enterprise. Her e-mail address is email@example.com.
Yes, Virginia there is a Santa Claus
More than 100 years ago, an eight year old named Virginia wrote a letter
to an editor. She said her friends questioned the existence of Santa Claus.
The editor's response became a classic, and the Pecos Enterprise, which
wishes all our readers the best Christmas ever, can think of no better
way to salute the season than with this famous reply:
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by
the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they
see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their
All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little.
In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect,
as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence
capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Viginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certianly as love
and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give
to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the
world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were
no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance
to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in
sense and sight. The enternal light with which childhood fills the world
would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!
You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the Chimneys on Christmas
eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming
down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign
that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those
that neither childen nor men can see.
Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's
no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the
wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside,
but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man,
not even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived,
could tear apart.
Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain
and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real?
Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else so real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand
years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he
will continue to make glad the heart of childhold.
On behalf of the United States Immigration Service, the staff of the
Pecos INS Office and the governments of Honduras, Nicaragua and Guatemala,
I would like to thank you and the community of Pecos for the donations
made to help the victims of Hurricane Mitch.
Rosie Flores of your staff was instrumental in publicizing this effort
and coordinating a drop off point for donations in your office. With her
assistance and the generosity of the people of Pecos, we collected 1,350
pounds of food, water, clothes and medical supplies.
I delivered these items to the consulates of Honduras, Nicaragua and
Guatemala in Houston on Dec. 9. These consulates will now forward these
much needed supplies to their respective countries.
Once again, we extend our most sincere appreciation for the donations
and wish everyone a happy and prosperous holiday season.
Pecos INS office
Couple spent interesting time in Pecos last spring
My husband and I visited Pecos last spring, each having lived there
at different times in the 40's. It was an interesting and sentimental time
Everyone was so hospitable and we farmed it was an interesting time
seeing all the changes.
We were especially grateful to the museum and Freda Blahosky who was
able to answer our questions. Pecos has a lot to offer there.
Julia Hall Yelsits
Family requests cards for dad's memory book
In 1952, Pecos became the home of Anthon and Emma Jean Woods, who moved
from Oklahoma to your more healthful area to continue his farming career.
They lived in Pecos, raising cotton, cantaloupe and five children, until
about 1982, when a move from the area was a requirement due to family circumstances.
This year, on Dec. 20, Anthon will turn 80 years old (yes, it's true
I checked his passport to be sure of the birth year). How special it is
to have lived long enough to see the advances made in this old world -
from immunization shots to organ transplants - from horse and buggy to
space travel - from still photos to television to videos on the internet.
Because of the holiday season and the health of so many friends and
relatives which hinders travel for a personal celebration, the family would
like to have anyone who remembers his, or the children, to share their
memories. A short note of remembrance of the time you met him, a special
memory you have of him, an event that changed your life in some way, perhaps
something that was done for you by this very caring man, something funny
that happened to both of you, or - well, you get the idea. We have begun
a "Memory Book" to which all letters will be added, so that Dad can reminiscence
at his leisure.
Because of the shortness of time, we can take advantage of the electronic
advances in this world by use of fax machine, and e-mail. Of course, "snail
mail," i.e. the post office, is still an option. Please direct your letters
and/or cards to the following addresses: Fax number: 806-358-3129; e-mail:firstname.lastname@example.org regular mail: Jeanne Woods Stephenson, 12407 Bell
Street, Amarillo, Tx. 79118.
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