the story of rudolph
Thursday, 25. December 2008, 23:20:45
"True Story of Rudolph"
A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his
drafty
apartment window into the chilling December night.
His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bobs
wife,
Evelyn, was dying of cancer. Little Barbara couldn't understand why
her mommy
could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and
asked, "Why
isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?" Bob's jaw tightened and
his
eyes welled with tears. Her question brought waves of grief, but also
of anger.
It had been the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different
for
Bob.
Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was
too
little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names
he'd rather
not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to
fit in.
Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to
get his
job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression.
Then he
was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn's
bout
with cancer stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his
daughter
were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums.
Evelyn died
just days before Christmas in 1938.
Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even
afford to
buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined
a
make one - a storybook! Bob had created an animal character in his own
mind and
told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and
hope. Again
and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling.
Who
was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May
created was
his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a
misfit
outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer
named
Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob finished the book just in time to
give it to
his little girl on Christmas Day. But the story doesn't end there.
The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little
storybook
and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the
book.
Wards went on to print, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and distribute
it to
children visiting Santa Claus in their stores.
By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies
of Rudolph. That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the
rights from Wards to print an updated version
of the book.
In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all
rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and
marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing
family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his
grieving daughter. But
the story doesn't end there either.
Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph.
Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing
Crosby and
Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.
"Rudolph the
Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1949 an d became a phenomenal
success,
selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception
of "White
Christmas."
The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago
kept on
returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the
lesson,
just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad.
In
fact, being different can be a blessing.
Merry Christmas 2008















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PainterWoman # 26. December 2008, 00:45
San # 26. December 2008, 00:52
Starphoenix # 26. December 2008, 01:09
Léazz # 26. December 2008, 03:38
Kiran # 26. December 2008, 07:16
Babs # 26. December 2008, 10:34
scott cumming # 26. December 2008, 10:42
scott cumming # 26. December 2008, 10:53
a friend of mine who is now far away sent this to me today. well, yesterday. i couldn't wait to share it.
san,
so glad you came by. thanks for commenting. i had never heard the story before either. but before posting, i did do a little research to make sure it wasn't totally apocryphal. even if it was, i reverberated to the kernal of truth it contains.
starphoenix,
i know, it is such a moving story. even for me, it was a big help.
hi kyren,
i am so happy to see you popping up often again. it means to me that your situation has become a little more tenable, with a little more freedom.
scott cumming # 26. December 2008, 11:12
keep up the good work... it's a saving grace.
Léazz # 26. December 2008, 13:06
Kiran # 26. December 2008, 15:47
To tell you truth I am happy with my life.
I am neither from the "heighest" caste nor from the "lowest" caste in the caste system.My caste Bhavsar Kshyatria comes at the second position in the caste system.It's just that I feel that the caste system is unjust and it has to be abolished that's why I wrote the posts.
lokutus_prime # 26. December 2008, 15:57
keep up the good work... it's a saving grace."
Scott - yes, she does!
Lea - you do profoundly wonderful work and you are loved and respected and held in high esteem by your loyal and enduring friends
Kimberly # 26. December 2008, 23:11
again...thx for sharing
scott cumming # 26. December 2008, 23:40
i know the kshatriyah are second only to the brahmins who serve only god. in war they are the heroes who win wars through great acts of courage. but i am more with the brahmins who wish to penetrate the very reason for our existence.
we are in total agreement about the static 'status quo' in modern time which relegates your fate to rules. it serves the power possessors only.
it's a giant misunderstanding of the meaning of human existence. wise men in ancient times were only trying to help by categorizing various life purposes.
Kiran # 27. December 2008, 07:49
Btw,Siddhartha a.k.a Gautam Buddha was a Kshatriya.Hindu philosophy is not created by brahmins only.Hindu deities,sages and saints who were not brahmins.
I wish I could rewrite my blog.I think there's nothing wise in the rigid caste system.A person's caste is not an indicator of his worth.It's an ancient evil tradition and it has to go.
lokutus_prime # 27. December 2008, 09:27
Eliane a/k/a Elly # 28. December 2008, 05:54
Matthew # 28. December 2008, 15:02
What a great story.
Kimberly # 28. December 2008, 18:15
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scott cumming # 28. December 2008, 22:56
hi kim... so glad to see you.
and matthew, always happy when you drop in.
kyren,
of course, ideally, we are all humbly equal.
mom,
Kimberly # 29. December 2008, 05:56
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scott cumming # 29. December 2008, 06:49
lokutus_prime # 29. December 2008, 15:15
Thanks for that
Best wishes, Scott
scott cumming # 29. December 2008, 21:12
lokutus_prime # 29. December 2008, 21:29
Scott, I leave you with some memorable quotes from "The Dark Tower" (Steven King):
"Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant, did you ever notice that?" - end of Chapter 32, The Body (Stand By Me)."
"The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final "I think that real friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high odds." - Chapter 69, Eyes of the Dragon."
"..He lay down upwind of his little blazon, letting the dream smoke blow out toward the waste. The wind, except for occasional gyrating dust-devils, was constant.
Above, the stars were unwinking, also constant. Suns and worlds by the million. Dizzying constellations, cold fire in every hue. As he watched, the sky washed from violet to ebony. A meteor etched a brief, spectacular arc below Old Mother and winked out. The fire threw strange shadows as the devil-grass burned its slow way down into new patterns - not ideograms but a straightforward crisscross vaguely frightening in its own no-nonsense surety. - part of Chapter 1, The Gunslinger."
scott cumming # 29. December 2008, 21:47
sometimes i wish i could own a friend or a girl and keep them in my pocket. whenever i am down just take 'em out and laugh and play.
loku english elder brother.... you may be far away, but you are close to my heart.
lokutus_prime # 30. December 2008, 00:05
scott cumming # 30. December 2008, 00:12
lokutus_prime # 30. December 2008, 00:21
scott cumming # 30. December 2008, 00:49
Babs # 1. January 2009, 01:29
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Arne K Lund # 11. January 2009, 12:47
dɹɐzılpǝkɔıw ɐʞɐ ɹǝɥgɐllɐg lǝbɐsı # 14. January 2009, 09:34
scott cumming # 14. January 2009, 22:16
"trust in god, but tie your camel"
thanks for commenting isabel.
and arne... if i were wise i wouldn't be in this situation.
Arne K Lund # 15. January 2009, 09:45
dɹɐzılpǝkɔıw ɐʞɐ ɹǝɥgɐllɐg lǝbɐsı # 15. January 2009, 16:10
scott cumming # 15. January 2009, 19:58
thank you for extending the analogy. for that, you get the story of the donkey and the camel. they traveled together. one day the donkey, who was always stumbling noticed how sure-footed the camel was who never lost his balance.
"how do you do walk so well never stumbling like i do all the time?" asked the donkey."
"well, when i walk, i keep my eyes on the horizon. when you walk, your head is down looking at your feet."
thanks isabel, i am always glad when you comment.
dɹɐzılpǝkɔıw ɐʞɐ ɹǝɥgɐllɐg lǝbɐsı # 15. January 2009, 20:51
lokutus_prime # 15. January 2009, 21:57
scott cumming # 15. January 2009, 22:06
lokutus_prime # 16. January 2009, 00:41
Taking tea is something good for we.
I prefer to sup the nectar in a bone china cup,
and add a dash of milk, to turn the color
into pearly silk.
Shall we have a cake? One with fruit imbedded.
Oh the glory of that. We shall be light-headed
as the honey'd taste slides down.
Neither thee or me will make a sound
as we enjoy our tea - gazing quietly out
at the ever undulating sea.
Just us two - just we.
I keep you in my memory, my dear american brother Scott
scott cumming # 16. January 2009, 04:24
do drop in anytime.
lokutus_prime # 16. January 2009, 09:24
Kiran # 16. January 2009, 10:33
lokutus_prime # 16. January 2009, 13:10
I will also add my humble comment, when Scott has said his words to you
Kiran # 16. January 2009, 14:00
lokutus_prime # 16. January 2009, 15:15
scott cumming # 16. January 2009, 20:05
when i come to a word i don't know, i copy the sentence. i have a composition book where i write the new words, the sentence and the definition from websters collegiate dictionery, or oxford or american heritage dictionery.
i have a third notebook i make up a sentence using the word and write the word about ten times.
i used to get so bored doing this that i started writing in colored inks. now the notebooks are beautiful.
Kiran # 18. January 2009, 05:04
I had read somewhere that one has to be a voracious reader and make a conscious effort to have a great vocabulary.I don't make serious effort to remember the new words I come across while reading.I have to cultivate the habit of loving words.My head hurts when I meet new words.I skip or ignore them.
My spoken eglish is bad too.
I wish I was born in America.
Hi Loku,now your method please.