In 1950, I was an elementary school student at Winchell School in Fresno. On the last day of school before Christmas vacation, my teacher gave me a piece of paper with my and my three sibling’s names and ages on it. I was told to take it to the Frank J. Sanders car dealership on Tulare Avenue.
When I got there, I saw a a large table full of toys. I was told to pick one toy for each of my siblings. I chose a small doll house for me, dolls for my two sisters and a toy truck for my brother. I also was given a bag of oranges and Christmas candy. Coming from a very poor farm-working family, these were the only toys we got that Christmas but we were very happy and thankful.
God bless the Frank J. Sanders family, Povarello House, Fresno Rescue Mission and all organizations who help the poor at Christmas. I am 77 years old now, but I haven’t forgot that special Christmas of 1950 and the generosity of strangers and good will toward men.
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Priscilla Banuelos Chagoya, Reedley