Jerry's View: Christmas giving means a lot to those in need
I was born and raised in Portland, Oregon and Christmas was always pretty slim at our house but one thing we kids looked forward to every year in the twenties was a visit to our house by the Sunshine division of the Portland police department.
Without any fanfare each Christmas season, unannounced, a big police truck would pull up at the front door of our house. A bunch of uniformed men marched up the walk. They announced that they had a barrel of food and presents for the Robinson family and proceeded to carry it into the front room and deposit it on the floor. We were always excited because the food included a turkey, a pie or two, some games and toys and some fresh veggies. It was, as the saying goes, "manna from heaven."
After leaving us gawking kids standing on the front porch, they headed down the street to play Santa to some other family.
The White Center News had a mini version of the program in the 50's.