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......in your memory from your childhood? Do you remember
then, your favorite present from back then? How old were you?

2007-11-25 11:45:16 · 18 answers · asked by Eve 5 in Society & Culture Cultures & Groups Senior Citizens

I was raised by grandparents and seldom saw my parents. When I was eight the whole big family had Christmas at our house and Mom & Dad got me a dollhouse w/all of the little furniture. Also at 10 when I got my 1st camera. I still have pictures of Grandma, Grandpa & our little tree.

2007-11-25 14:15:57 · update #1

18 answers

Good question. We're about ready to head to the store too, see you there.
It seems odd but when I first read this, I thought of the giant container of tinker toys. I was probably around five or six years old. I think I played with them for hours. The things you could make was remarkable.

2007-11-25 12:01:11 · answer #1 · answered by Wickwire 5 · 4 0

It's funny but the Christmas that stands out the most, was one
where my grandparents tried to get all of their daughters
families together for one Christmas. I don't believe my aunt
Florine and my Uncle Carter were there tho. He had been in
Brazil helping with the designing and building of a dam there.
But the rest were. And two had to drive from a couple of hours to get there, and it had snowed alot. There was a curve onto the road leading to my grandparents farm and the snow had made it difficult to navigate. The last aunt and uncle
who'd driven the farthest, got stuck in a snow bank at the end
of the road, and they had to walk in ankle deep snow (snow plows were not around then) to reach the house. When my
uncle arrived, we could all tell he'd been drinking alot. And he
shouldn't even have been driving. I remember they started to
sober him up before he'd spoil the evening for the rest of us.
Parents' didn't want their kids seeing an adult out of control,
and being drunk, in those days. I remember the uncle didn't
want to get sobered up, and there was a struggle verbally
before he consented to drinking coffee. I remember he even
admitted how good it was, after being out in the cold walking.
I was about nine then, and the little kids opening a present or two. And the laughter and noise all blending together. I remember the windows in the house steamed over and the aromas from the food grandma had prepared, right down to the Christmas cookies setting on a plate on the table before dinner was served. I remember grandmas cheeks so rosy from standing over boiling pots and intently stirring. Wearing a pretty Christmas apron with a bibbed top and her chubby hands creating a meal of love for us all to savor and enjoy. That was the only time the family was together or most of us anyway. And I'm glad I can still remember fragments of it.
I especially remember that little farm house, for I felt it was the house that 'love built'. It's gone now, demolished in a tornado that bulldozed it and the barn back in the early 60's. Luckily a new modern home was built just across the driveway into the farm. And it went unscathed. My grandma left without Grandpa a few years later in the late 60's, after my grandpa died of cancer from being a heavy smoker. I didn't make the connection totally, til later in life when my smoking caught up with me also. But I don't dwell on the unhappy times. The good times are beginning to also fade alot from memory.But I will try to hang onto them as they are now even tho more fragmented. Thanks for this trip back to the good old days!

2007-11-25 18:49:44 · answer #2 · answered by Lynn 7 · 2 0

The Christmas that stands out for me was the Christmas after my dad died when I was about 13 and we were all sitting around the tree and taking turns opening presents and then it was my turn . When I got it opened I just looked at it thinking ,crap, a typewriter! Why did they get me a typewriter! It was a white zippered leather case with my initials on top. I undid the zipper and I think I invented a new dance that year because it was actually a 3-speed Electrohome record player (my first). That was when I developed my love of music and I still love all music, not just the "oldies".

2007-11-25 14:54:18 · answer #3 · answered by Donna 7 · 5 0

I have many fond memories of Christmases gone by when I was a youngster. I can still recall how happy I was when my parents got me the record player I wanted so badly. It was second hand & didn't work so great but I tweeked it a little & got it to work. I'll never forget seeing the big red bow on it as I came downstairs Christmas morning. I was in Junior High. ( 13/14 y/o)

2007-11-25 12:00:35 · answer #4 · answered by Shortstuff13 7 · 3 0

It would have been mid 60's. I had begged for this Burgundy dress from the Sear's Catalog. Also a very stupid toy called a "linoprinter". I snuck out to the Living Room in the middle of the night and the dress was spread across the back of the easy chair and the Linoprinter was hidden under the coffee table. My sister and I took it out and thoroughly examined it all night. We weren't poor, but our parents didn't approve of buying Junky-Fad toys for us. P.S. The linoprinter never did work like it did on tv.

2007-11-25 11:51:03 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 3 0

The Christmas that stands out in my memory is the one when I got a real live lamb. I named her Frosty. I think I was 7 years old that winter. Frosty had to live in the barn but I spent a lot of time with her. She loved to be petted and ate her food right from my hand.

2007-11-25 11:56:57 · answer #6 · answered by Miz D 6 · 4 0

I was probably about 7 and my sister 5, we got a 'kitchen set' with the sink, stove, and refrigerator. We got up early and were so excited to see them under the tree Christmas morning. When we ran over and grabbed them to pull them out, we pulled the Christmas tree right over! It made a huge racket, lol. We still laugh about that to this day.

2007-11-25 12:12:42 · answer #7 · answered by luvspbr2 6 · 3 0

I was 8 years old and my mother was working in California (I was in Utah living with my grandmother). She promised she would be home for Christmas. Christmas Eve a huge storm blanketed our airport and no planes were landing. I went to bed, feeling sad and lonely. When I awoke the next morning, she was in the living room sitting in a chair by the Christmas tree. She was able to land in another city and took a Greyhound to get home in time for Christmas morning. It was the best Christmas ever! She is gone now, and I wish I had shared this memory with her. Thank you for reminding me!

2007-11-25 13:39:33 · answer #8 · answered by Wandering In The Wilderness 4 · 6 0

Science stuff, microscopes, the lady that you had to put all her body parts together and she had a see through body. I think I was 9 or 10. It was the same year I electrocuted myself on the aluminum tree when my parents went out and I put regular Christmas lights on it to make it pretty! BTW, yes you can get electrocuted with aluminum trees, they warned against it, but I loved science!!!

2007-11-25 12:13:55 · answer #9 · answered by slk29406 6 · 3 0

Grandpa died on Christmas day, the year I turned 18. I was a Senior in High School, and was gearing myself to go onto college on scholarship. Granny was so devastated at Grandpa's death that she lay very close to death herself for years afterwards. I finally lost her four months later, on what would have been their 40th Wedding Anniversary.

2007-11-25 13:10:44 · answer #10 · answered by bornagainmissionary 1 · 5 0

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