LB 30…Story For Father’s Day

Here’s a sweet story for kids:

“Four Jars Of Jam”

By: Uncle Arthur (Arthur S. Maxell)

Tubby and Toby had just returned home from the big city. They were very much excited and very tired, though they wouldn’t admit it, for they had spent the whole day with Mother walking around a wonderful exhibition. It had been such fun! They had seen so many interesting things that when they began to tell Daddy about them they got all mixed up.

Then they began to bring out the treasures they had gathered during the day. Both of them had a collection of the most delightful little samples you could wish to see–tiny pieces of cheese wrapped in silver paper, packages of cookies and cornflakes, and, best of all, four dainty little jars of jam.

Oh, those jars of jam! What shrieks of delight greeted their unpacking! How pretty the looked, standing on the table with the light shining through them. One was strawberry jam, one apricot jam, one black currant jelly, and the other marmalade. Tubby and Toby took quite a long time to decide how the four jars should be divided, but at last Tubby agreed to have the strawberry and the apricot, and Toby took the black currant jelly and the marmalade.

Fancy having two whole jars of jam each! It seemed too wonderful to be true. Tubby and Toby stood them up beside their plates at suppertime so they could keep their eyes on them. Or course, they were not very big jars, but to the happy, excited eyes of Tubby and Toby they were more precious than the biggest jars in Mother’s cupboard.

All through suppertime they talked about these four treasured jam jars–how they got them, and what they were going to do with them. They were quite sure they were going to eat all the jam themselves, and that if they tasted only a spoonful every day the jars would last for weeks and weeks.

Supper was almost over when Daddy said something that upset things a bit.

“Poor old Dad!” he said, talking as though to himself in a very disconsolate tone of voice. “Poor old Dad! He never has a jam jar all to himself. Nobody ever gives him anything. Poor old Dad!”

Tubby and Toby stopped talking. They both looked at Daddy in surprise, questioning in their minds whether he really meant what he said. Then they looked at their precious jam jars.

“Here, Daddy,” said Tubby, “have my jar of strawberry jam.”

“You darling boy!” said Daddy. “I don’t want to take your jam. It was only fun.”

“But you must have it,” said Tubby, setting the jar of strawberry jam down with a bang in front of Daddy’s plate. “You see, I still have the apricot left.”

Daddy nearly shed a tear at this, but he didn’t because he was too busy watching Toby out of the corner of his eye.

The struggle was harder for Toby. He was breathing deeply and looking hard at one jar and then at the other. He picked up the marmalade, put it down, then picked up the black currant jelly. His solemn little face showed that a big battle was being fought inside.

“Daddy,” he said at last, “I think I will let you have one of mine as well. You can have this jar of black currant jelly.”

And with that Toby plumped the jar of black currant jelly down beside Daddy’s plate.

“You dear, precious boys,” said Daddy. “Of course I won’t eat your lovely jam; but I am pleased you gave it to me. I’ll remember it forever and ever.”


From “Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories”, Vol. 1



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2 Responses to LB 30…Story For Father’s Day

  1. ptl2010 says:

    Thank you for sharing this Uncle Arthur story. I enjoyed reading many stories from the Uncle Arthur series and they taught me many life lessons while I was growing up.

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