A Gift for Mama

Growing up in the 1950s and 1960s, I remember Mama receiving gifts at Christmas time. Did I personally give her a gift? I just don’t remember but perhaps I can blame that on the many years that have passed and how self-centered children often are.

I searched for a picture of a slender, cobalt blue perfume bottle. The one that matches my hazy memories is Evening in Paris. Probably Dad got this for Mom rather than it being a gift from her children. I see the bottle alone is $20 on Etsy these days.

blue perfume bottle- etsy

As children living in the country, our only trips to town were with Mom, and we had no allowance or money to save towards such a present. Even though the price at that time seems modest by today’s standards, Dad was only able to afford a single bottle, not the gift set like this one I found advertised.

evening in paris adevening in paris ad Sun, Dec 17, 1950 – Page 183 · The Philadelphia Inquirer (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) · Newspapers.com

Right above the perfume ads, I noticed one for Old Spice aftershave. That was what Dad used. Probably that was his Christmas gift from Mom.

Perhaps at school, the teacher had us make a Christmas card for our parents or we might have made something from popsicle sticks.

Now it’s 50, even 60 years later. What would I give my mother for Christmas? I’d choose the gift of preserving family history. It was something she worked on for years.

I’m trying to carry that work on and want to turn it into something concrete, something she could hold in her hands. So far, I’ve created drafts of some family books and need to redouble my efforts to turn these into actual books. Mom’s not here anymore, so I wish that it was something I’d tackled earlier.

shutterfly prototype book covers

5 thoughts on “A Gift for Mama

  1. Mom knew I was working on a book about her family during WWII. She’s been gone four years, and the book was birthed just this fall–after working on in two dozen years! (I’m 75.) I turned out nicer than I ever imagined. I’m sure Mom and her family would be pleased with it. Leora was her mother, the mother of the five brothers who enlisted, but only two came home.

    Leora’s Letters:The Story of Love and Loss for an Iowa Family During World War II.

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    • I’m looking forward to these books, Ginger! I think breaking the stories down into individual books is a good strategy to get it done. Because, as we know, the stories never end so the “big” book will never be finished!

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    • Thanks for mentioning the title of your book, Joy. I’ve marked it “to read” on Goodreads and shared it with my friends on Facebook. It sounds like a wonderful book, with love and heartbreak and all that life hands us. .

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