Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Myron Buxton]
“I was down to Springfield selling Christmas trees at Christmas time. My sons and I have been cutting trees and picking evergreen for wreaths for some years now in the winter time. You know that's a big business up here in the hills. Most everybody takes a hand in cutting or hauling trees and fixing wreaths for sale. I heard one of the summer visitors here say once, ‘You folks are a crowd of Santa Clauses. How wonderful.’ I guess she wouldn't say it was so wonderful if she had to bend her back picking evergreen all day out in the woods when its mighty cold. But then, its not a bad business, and it fills in at the off season. We used to send our trees down to New York City to sell, but that's too much of a haul to make any profit on these days when times are bad and people don't buy so many trees. The past few years we've been selling our trees at a gas station down to Springfield. I go down to help sell the trees and I can tell you I don't like the work.
“Some of those women who came in to buy trees got on my nerves. They'd pretend to be so fussy and then they'd probably take the worst tree in the bunch in the end. They made me so mad. Why, one morning just when I was getting my trees out a woman came in and asked me if I would show her some. I asked her what size she wanted but she said she didn't know. Well, I brought out at least sixty before she finally decided upon one. I must have spent almost an hour with her. Then she asked me if I would tag it for her and she said she would call for it that night. I told her I'd be glad to tag it, but that we