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A Christmas Memory
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A Christmas Memory humorguaranteed requested, if I felt like it and it didn't upset me, etc, that I share a story or two about my late uncle. There are two memories which stand out the greatest for me (at the moment). One is my earliest memory, the other is one of my most recent. It's fitting that I share the earliest memory today as it happened on Christmas, many lifetimes ago. Or roughly 30 years ago, however you count that lol. Now... how much is my actual memory, and how much was "fill in the blanks with imagination based on what others told me later" I'm not 100% sure. All the same... It was Christmas. I was about 7 years old. I always had multiple Christmas's Between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day I always spent part of the day with my Dad (whom I lived with), part at my Mom's, and we usually spent Christmas Eve at my "Spokane Grandma"s house. Yes: we differentiated our Grandparents by where they lived. Spokane Grandma and Coeur d'Alene Grandma. Since Spokane Grandpa died when I was two there was only "Grandpa". And Santa loved me so much he always delivered the gifts to Spokane Grandma's house early so I wouldn't miss out. And yes, we did visit both sets of grandparents every holiday growing up, plus time at both parent's homes. My uncle knew I was crazy, and artistic even then, so he had bought me "the perfect gift" and was excited and anxious for me to open it. As a giver myself I totally understand.... This may have been the first Christmas after he moved back from Texas, as he was expecting a "Normal ". Me? My mom tells me I've never been "normal". What he was expecting: An excited 7-year old girl, who can't wait to open her presents, paper flying, squeals of excitement. What he got? Demure me. Daintily and carefully removing every single piece of tape from the wrapping paper, getting upset if the paper tore, carefully unwrapping it, folding the paper and setting it aside... THEN looking at the gift. The gift: A paint-it-yourself statue with paintbrushes and acrylic paints. No, I never did paint it, but I played with and kept the for years. Yes, I did<b> love </font></b>it, though I never squealed. Incidentally that is the only gift I completely remember getting that year. So... there's my earliest memory... him frustrated over me not being a materialistic "gimme gimme gimme" type . Hope everybody has a wonderful, safe, and happy Christmas. Just for the heck of it: A Christmas Photo... Sassy-Santa. A few years old... Sassy hissed and growled at me while putting the outfit on her, but then wore it all around the house, no problem. I think it made her feel more "people". The next day I put it on her and she made half a hiss and that was it, and wore it all day. Goofy butt.  |
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Sometimes the right gift is about the gift, sometimes the right gift is about the giver, and sometimes the right gift takes on significance only years after it is given. The blogosphere is honored you shared this part of yourself and your late uncle: Merry Christmas -- and thank you for this gift! Stop in, read, and offer comments at my "swinging as seen in the media" blog, "Confessions of a Lifestyle Man" humorlife, which is also the home of the monthly virtual symposium. New post: The Virtual Symposium Returns Lets Pick A Topic
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Kitten, that's a wonderful story, and a wonderful memory! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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12/24/2014 6:40 pm |
That is a wonderful story and I think it has inspired me to share a favorite Christmas story of mine on my own blog. Thanks for the inspiration! Dennis (Idahonuke) To read about myongoing adventures and journey into the lifestyle: [blog Idahonuke]
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