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.
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.
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.