SID SALTER I remember so well the unbearable anticipation of Christmas Eve with my sisters Sharon and Sheila in the little teacher’s home across from the Beulah-Hubbard school in rural Newton County a half-century ago. Sheila, my twin, shared my suffering. Sharon, who was older and wiser, was able to put up a more mature front. There were photos made of the children by the tree in our pajamas.