Indiana University Bloomington

He really was Father Christmas

Diane Singleton

My memory of Dr. Wells was a sweet moment about a week before Christmas of 1990. I was sitting in a chair in the lounge of the IMU, moping about a final exam I'd just taken. I was feeling extremely sorry for myself. And then who should appear but Santa Claus!! He rolls right up to me in his wheelchair, says a hearty ho, ho, ho, and says Merry Christmas and gives me a candy cane!

This really made my day, because I thought at that time how silly I was being ... here was a 90-year-old man, who may have struggled tremendously just to get dressed that morning, and all to give me and everyone else in the Union that day a jolly Christmas greeting. After that day, I think I started to believe in Santa Claus again — that was the only encounter I ever had with Dr. Wells — so to me he really was Father Christmas. There was truly something magical about him.

From Remembering Herman B Wells, 1901-2000:, March 21, 2000

Thanks to the Bloomington Herald-Times for allowing Digital Wells to publish these excerpts from their archive.