I drove past the most beautifully decorated house on Saturday. I actually drove around the block a second time so I could get a picture....
Nothing stresses me as much as buying Christmas gifts for people, and it is not the money! I love giving gifts! I am simply not a shopper. I cannot pick out gifts to give.
Back when I worked in Raleigh I would tell Poppy to expect me home late...that I was going to do some Christmas shopping after work. Well I would walk and look and look and walk, and finally after wasting three hours of precious time, would go home, mad at myself and depressed.
Somehow every year though, I manage to get the gifts, as mama would say..."such as they are," get them wrapped and under the tree. From a couple years back...
Christmas shopping used to be simple, and fun! of course, I was a child then! Daddy used to give each of us children a little shopping money before Christmas to buy each other presents. There were no malls around then. Our shopping was done simply by walking to town...the town of Robbins, in the early 1950's.
Gift buying was exciting! For daddy, it was a box of chocolate covered cherries, Old Spice after shave, or a pack of handkerchiefs. And every year daddy was totally surprised, and as pleased as could be with what we had picked out for him.
Lee's dime store was where we shopped!!! For mama, there was so much to choose from...fingernail polish, lipstick in the little metal tubes, Jergins lotion, Pond's cream, ladies handkerchiefs, Evening in Paris perfume. Lee's sold all sorts of lovely things! Mama was always surprised too, and happy with what each of us had picked out for her! How proud we were to watch them open their presents on Christmas morning!
What Shelby, Jackie, and I got for Christmas didn't come from Lee's dime store. Everything we wanted could be bought at Sears Roebuck. From the time the Sears Roebuck Christmas catalog arrived until Christmas eve, one of us had a pencil and sheet of notebook paper making lists. Everything we wanted was in that catalog and Santa Claus somehow knew that.
There was no doubt in my mind about there being a Santa Claus either! There was a Santa Claus! Why would anyone even question such a thing. Then one day Shelby was snooping around while mama and daddy were away from the house. She found everything! Under a bed! Did she keep it to herself? No! She broke the terrible news to Jackie and me. DRAT!
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This is not a picture of our tree nor of our house. Sure wish I had more old family pictures to share with you. There used to be a box full of pictures at home, like there is in every household. Somehow I got the short end of the stick when the family pictures were doled out. Anyway, the old picture above reminds me a bit of how things looked when I was growing up.
One Christmas Santa Claus brought me the most beautiful baby doll. She was dressed in pink and lace and she wore a pink bonnet over her blond hair. She was a large doll, in a pink box. I first saw this doll displayed in Williamson's grocery store sitting high up on a shelf. I knew she had to be mine...I just knew it! I remember right then telling mama and daddy, that is the doll I want for Christmas! Mama and daddy were friends with the Williamson's and I had gone with them to the store. Occasionally, the four of them would get together and play cards. Their names were Dawsey and Pearl. Their small grocery store was on a street behind the grammar school in Robbins. Dawsey and Pearl lived in a small house that was connected to the back of the store. Friends, on Christmas morning, that very doll was under the tree with my name on it!
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