Back then when you were 7 or 8 you started
to realize that your Mother was pretty important
to your everyday existence.
You then find out at school that there is a Sunday in May
when you are supposed to give her something.
But you have no idea what to give her and
if you did have an idea you have no money!
Your big brother is clueless.
Your big sister says I should draw Mother a Hallmark Card.
Michael suggested we sing Kumba ya accapella...
Timmy was 3 & sanding wood figurines...
So i snuck in "THEIR" room & grabbed the 1st thing I saw.
Rosary Beads!
I put the beads in a box & my Mother Loved them!
just another reason why I was Mothers favorite...
lol...
5 comments:
That's a cute story about your "gift". I did the same thing one time...only, my "gift" was a pair of earrings--"purchased" from the top drawer of Mother's bureau and beautifully "gift-wrapped" by moi! She loved my gift, too! Makes me wonder...did any other siblings choose their gifts as wisely as we did?
I always shopped at the 5 & 10... bandanas, coffee mugs, etc., I spent some of my allowance money for them. btw... no, I never got an allowance, don't think any of us did?
I too, was broke, back in those days...don't believe I ever re-gifted anything for them, either...but I do have one story to relate..
When I was 15-16yrs old, back in 1963-64, I was bedridden for a while and to while away the hours, I was given a small Arts & Crafts,dish/kit with a mesh strip and some ceramic blocks and glue.. to make a keepsake...such was therapy back in the day...
Anyway,I remember making it while lying in Mother & Dad's bed, I put it together, painted it and on one side, I painted the words "MOM & DAD"...not Mother, cause it wouldn't fit. They made a fuss over it and put it on top of their dresser for loose change, cufflinks, etc..
Fast forward, we are bedside, when Dad passes away, actually, missed it by a few minutes...feeling sad, I decided I would like something to remember Dad by...I turn around and look at his dresser and there on the top, what do I see, but my little ceramic tray, with "MOM & DAD", sitting on his dresser, with some coins and his watch and some other things, sitting in the tray...36 years later! I never knew Dad to be sentimental.. it touched me and made me smile.
Your stories reminded me of this little event in my life...thank you for that!
I forgot to mention..I did not take the tray off the dresser, it didn't belong to me and I had hope that Marie would ask us if we wanted anything belonging to Dad, at some point down the road.. Sadly, that never happened, and my guess is that this small little hand-made ceramic tray, was tossed away with some of his other personal items, later that week. I should have quietly tucked it in my pocket, but I will always remember that Dad kept it all that time and it still makes me smile to think of it.
Now that is a good story Michael P. I did not know that.
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