Being one of the poorest families in our neighborhood, a fact totally lost on us because we didn't know any better, several boxes were dropped off at our home during the Christmas season with some great stuff in it. I assume a teacher or the school had given our name to the local chapter of the Goodfellows.
I was six years old. The door bell rang and Three. Tall. Muscular. Beautiful. Blond. Men walked into our home carrying several boxes. They were all over six feet tall and they were wearing their firemen gear.
One of them made a big impression on me. Maybe it was the uniform or how high I had to look up to see his face, or how blond he was or that deep voice when he offered the boxes to my Mom, but I was instantly smitten. Up to that point, all the men I knew were friends of my parents. They were short, flabby, and all brunettes. This was a new revelation of manhood never before experienced! It was as though Superman had walked in the door.
To have strangers in our home was exhilarating for the five of us. My Mom was incredulous. all this for us! In the boxes were foodstuffs, white t-shirts, toys for my brother, and dolls. We were touched. My mother cried when they left. The Goodfellows came several years after that always wearing their uniforms. They were sometimes police officers or firemen and it was thrill to have them in our home.
My family think of the Goodfellows with great affection. I saw them today selling their newspapers and it always transports me to that day when I discovered tall gorgeous blond men that others actually cared about our family. They made sure we had a good Christmas and we will always be grateful.