by Rebecca D. Higgins
I was probably in the third or fourth grade when I had the revelation that I must be destined to be an artist! I just “knew” that I was going to do wonderful chalk drawings just like Mrs. Boggs, our school’s art teacher! Oh, the blissful ignorance of children!
As Christmas approached, I let my parents know that the deep desire of my heart was to develop this budding talent. Oh, if only I had the tools necessary to do so!
In our little eastern Kentucky town of Jackson, there wasn’t much in the way of art supplies to be found anywhere in the sparse offerings of the five and dime store on Main Street or at the frequently visited Maloney’s, Jackson’s version of a Dollar Store at that time. Oh, you could find a box of Crayolas, but no art chalk or artist paper. Those could be found only in a larger city like Lexington.
Our family didn’t make very many trips to Lexington. Mom and Dad’s responsibilities at Mt. Carmel, the boarding school where they worked, weren’t conducive for getting away very often. However, there were people at Mt. Carmel who did make frequent business trips to Lexington on behalf of the school. Mr. Raymond Swauger was one of those people.
Mr. Swauger, or just “Swauger” as we campus kids sometimes affectionately called him, had been an integral part of the history of Mt. Carmel from its very beginning. He was the architect who had designed and built the very first buildings on the campus back in the 1920s and he’d been there ever since. He and his wife had never had any of their own children; and when she passed away, that left Swauger alone. However, all of us adopted him and the feeling was mutual! Swauger was always jovial and kind with all of us campus kids and other students. We loved him, and he loved us!
Evidently my parents asked Swauger when he made a trip to Lexington to look for a box of pastel chalks and a large pad of artist paper and gave him the money to make the purchase.
As was our family’s custom, we were going away for Christmas that year to celebrate with relatives. We opened some presents before we left so that our car would not be as loaded down for the trip. While I loved the pastel chalks and art pad, my favorite present that Christmas was something else.
One day shortly before we were to leave for our Christmas trip, I looked up the gravel campus road that led to our house to see Swauger making his way to our door. Even now all these years removed I can picture his distinctive gait as he approached, carrying something I could hardly believe. He almost always gave some type of little gift to campus kids at Christmas—a box of chocolate-covered cherries or something. However, this year his gift for me was extra-special. In the shop in his basement where he made so many creative things over the years, he had made me a wooden easel. It was complete with adjustable legs, a tray to hold my chalk, and a board with clips to hold my art paper in place. In fact, he had clipped several pieces of art paper to the board. On the first page with a red marker he had scrawled the words “Merry Christmas!” I couldn’t believe my eyes! I was beyond excited!
I confess that as I type these memories, I get a bit teary. Perhaps at the time I thought Swauger’s special gift to me that Christmas was an easel. But what makes me remember it with great fondness after all of these years is something for which the easel was simply a tangible symbol. You see, Swauger’s real gift to me was NOT an easel. His real gift was that he had taken his personal time and had given of himself to believe in and affirm a little girl’s dream, and by so doing, had communicated something in actions that sometimes words alone fail to convey. His gift said to me, “You are loved, and you are valuable enough that you are worth my time.”
In the weeks leading up to Christmas, so often we get caught up in rushing here and there crossing things off of our to-do lists in an effort to make our parties and decorations the perfect Currier-and-Ives print or to find the perfect present to give everyone on our list. In the process we fail to realize that the best gift we can give to others is ourselves—our time, our love—not just in words but in actions. Sometimes what people want more than presents is PRESENCE. For those of us who have said goodbye to loved ones, when Christmas rolls around we don’t say, “I sure wish _____ was still around to give me a present this year.” No, what we really long for is their love and their presence.
When you really think about it, that’s the true message of Christmas: Immanuel—God WITH us. “So the Word became human and made his home among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen his glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son” (John 1:14 NLT). The Message puts it this way: “The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son. Generous inside and out, true from start to finish” (John 1:14 MSG).
May each of us learn to be a true reflection of that Christlike spirit of giving of ourselves in our interactions with others this Christmas season and throughout the year.
That was precious -brought tears to my eyes, especially thinking about Swauger. Thanks for posting.
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Presence, not just presents — so beautifully expressed.
Mr. Swauger was kind, caring, Spirit-filed, gracious, fun, a remarkable teacher whose brilliance never diminished his ability to communicate with students in a down-to-earth manner, and a man who loved God, his wife, and others.
Mr. Swauger was a very special person in my life — and continues to be so in my memories. He taught me math and physics, but he taught me so much more. He believed in me and encouraged me to believe in myself and to trust God for the rest. I could go through so many stories of how he impacted my life. Suffice it to say, part of who I have become is due in part to the influence of a Godly man named Raymond Swauger.
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Thanks for sharing your memories about Mr. Swauger, Rebecca. I’m glad to have some memories of him too. I loved the way he lead singing in the chapel. It put a smile on our faces. He was kind enough to offer me $25 for a painting that I did in my art class my senior year (class of ’79). But today when I received the mailing about the Lazarus Project, I learned about the history of the Administration Building that I had lived in for 2 years, and that Mr. Swauger was a major part of that. I also saw that my Spanish teacher, Mr. Kinnel – God rest his soul – also commented above back in 2017. God has surely blessed me to know Godly people from Mt. Carmel.
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Beautiful memory. I too will always remember what king and good man Mr Swauger was when I attended MTCH S back in the 50’s
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