A Mark Twain Christmas
By Carlo DeVito
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Filled with the remarkable wit and humor of America's favorite storyteller, A Mark Twain Christmas gives readers insight into Twain's life through little known stories about how he and his family celebrated this treasured holiday.
If my boot should leave a stain on the marble…leave it there always in memory of my visit…and let it remind you to be a good little girl. When Market Twain penned this enchanting letter from Your loving Santa Claus to his daughter Susy in 1875, a holiday tradition was born inside the Twain family home. And while Twain is celebrated as the sharpest satirist in American letters, he always had a soft spot for Christmas. A Mark Twain Christmas is in turns charming, heartwarming, and heartbreaking, and it ultimately reaffirms the magic of the Christmas spirit. Looking in on three holiday seasons with Twain, we learn more about the man than we ever knew before, and we discover fascinations from gifted elephants to burglar letters to Santa's bootprints. But most of all, we regain an understanding of what is most important in our own lives, and that is the greatest gift of the Christmas season.
Carlo DeVito
Carlo DeVito is one of the most experienced wine, beers, and spirits editors in the world whose list of authors has included The Wine Spectator, The New York Times, Michael Jackson, Kevin Zraly, Clay Risen, Matt Kramer, Oz Clarke, Tom Stevenson, Howard G. Goldberg, Josh M. Bernstein, Stephen Beaumont, Ben McFarland, Jim Meehan, Salvatore Calabrase, William Dowd, and many others. His books and authors over the years have won James Beard, Gourmand, and IAACP awards. He has traveled to wine regions in California, Canada, up and down the east coast, France, Spain, and Chile. He is the author of Jiggers and Drams: A Whiskey Journal, and is the publisher of East Coast Wineries website which covers wines, beer, whisky, wine, and ciders from Maine to Virginia.
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A Mark Twain Christmas - Carlo DeVito
Introduction
How appropriate is it that as I sit here in rural New York during the winter holidays (a white Christmas this year, I might add) attempting to write this introduction, one of our many cats (Calli) insists on helping me by laying across my lap and then across my laptop? Twain loved cats. Luxurious as my lap is, I know she will desert me as soon as my wife enters the doorway, returning from her errands. The Christmas tree is decorated and lit. My children, now teenagers, are busying themselves with their presents and video games.
Several years ago, I visited the Mark Twain House during the Christmas season with my wife and our two young twin sons. The house on Farmington Avenue in Hartford, Connecticut, is beautiful throughout the year, but it was especially done up for the holidays when we were visiting. The boys attended under protest, and with our passing from one room to the next during the tour, they writhed in pain as if they were being stuck in their backs with forks that were being turned once plunged in. With every second that passed like Chinese water torture, their patience grew immeasurably thinner. I laughed, thinking Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn might have had the same reaction being taken through an old historical home. It’s not an unlikely response for boys that age.
Somewhere, Mark Twain must have been laughing.
I first toured the house back in 1980 or 1981 with my parents. They loved visiting old historical houses, their favorites being in Newport, RI. But with my parents, any old house would do. I remember going through with the same horrible feeling my sons now had, asking repeatedly when we could leave. But still, the Twain House made an impression on me. I was a high school student at the time, and later an English major in college (a detail that obviously made no impression on me, as I commit murder of the language every day) where I read Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in one of my classes. I remember thinking that I could not help but be impressed. Of course, Twain had written The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, which was nice when I was a grammar school student. But as a college student I was stunned by his sense of irony, his facility with language, his ear for pronunciation, and the seriousness of the content. It suddenly dawned on me: Twain was a great writer! I carried this discovery around like I was the first one to find the New World. I had discovered Mark Twain! My professors were horrified and amused by my sincere proclamations marked by a sheer lack of worldliness.
Again, I think Twain himself would have been amused.
I remember thinking how wonderful the house looked. The tour made a huge impression on me. One could not help but imagine Twain’s chattering three daughters, Susy, Clara, and Jean, squealing about the house amidst the festive decorations in anticipation of the holiday season. One can practically see Twain himself walking about the house amid the holiday madness he accused his wife Livy of fomenting. But, of course, Twain was a classic enabler when it came to the season.
Samuel Clemens, the man behind the pen name Mark Twain, loved his family. He loved his large home in Hartford. And for all his humorous protestations and posing, he loved Christmas. His wife Livy, whom he adored, loved Christmas even more. And Christmas remained with him, like a haunting ghost, long after the golden days had passed and the children had grown up, when the family no longer lived at the Farmington Avenue residence. Even in later years, when old age had sapped his strength, he held on tightly to those memories, as did his daughters. Christmas in the Clemens home was in fact a magical time.
That is part of the magic of Twain’s story and the magic of Christmas. It’s hectic and messy and expensive, and there’s worry and joy and argument. And we do it all over again every twelve months! But it is a shared madness. It is something we all have in common—the joyful experiences and the lifelong memories.
Family is the connective tissue that makes Christmas such an important season for each and every one of us. Twain had many festive Christmases with his family, most of them in the Farmington Avenue home where they lived from 1874 to 1891. In discovering more about Twain and Christmas, he, like everyone, also had his share of sorrow. I found great humor and pathos in three of Twain’s Christmas seasons. The first, Twain’s penultimate holiday in 1908, is a snapshot that perfectly captures his famous wit and wisdom. The 1875 season paints a perfect picture of Christmas cheer. And Twain’s last Christmas in 1909 reveals the humanity in America’s greatest writer.
In preparation for this book, I asked my sons to accompany me back to the Twain House this past Christmas, 2012. Of course I had to bribe them. Two-foot-long hot dogs at Doogie’s restaurant in Newington, right down the road, was the agreed upon price for their acquiescence.
As we toured the home again, there was less writhing. My sons, now teenagers, instead pointed out things with a sense of fascination. Little things. Children’s ABC blocks in the nursery. Details in Susy’s room. They laughed at several stories told by the college-aged young man who was our tour guide. They envied Twain’s huge office complete with desk and pool table. As the guide told stories of Twain and his friends smoking cigars, drinking, and playing pool, my sons chided me that they would be more interested in books if my office more resembled Twain’s. Suddenly, Twain, this irascible, cigar-chomping comedian, was interesting to them. And to my surprise, there was no rush to leave. We even spent some time in the gift shop buying books, without complaint. Afterwards we went to Doogie’s, as promised, and scarfed down hot dogs and fries and washed them down with sodas.
On the car ride home, I remember looking into the rearview mirror of our minivan expecting to find my sons asleep. Instead, I noticed one of them reading a Mark Twain quote book, and laughing. And I thought to myself, Now there’s a Christmas present.
And then I thought, well, somewhere Twain must be laughing