Ahhh the memories of presents past .... the year my DH turned 70. I got the local tv station to add his photo and our good wishes to their occasional birthday greetings announcement. He was surprised beyond compare and I recorded the greeting to live on ....
Interesting memories, Max. I always prefer the personalized gift where you can tell someone was actually thinking of what you liked. I still have a dress my mom made for me (she was an excellent seamstress like your mom) when I was in 2nd grade, about 70 years ago. The dress was really nothing special except for the fact that she had embroidered my abbreviated first name on the collar. Now this is a woman who to her dying day never once called me that - it was always my full name which I disliked but everyone else called me the shortened version. The worst gifts were always the ones my boss gave me: anything with cats on it, like Christmas ornaments, calendars, coffee cups, collectibles, etc. Just how many cat things does one need? ha
I only remember asking for one present for Christmas when I was 5 or 6. I wanted a marionette puppet in the worst way. Come Christmas, there was a big box under the tree with my name and I figured my mom did it for a joke so I wouldn't think she had got what I wanted. Joke was on me, seems my older brother (mom's favorite) needed money, so she "bought" his guitar to give to me. She had trained us so well to act like we loved the gift, she didn't even know I didn't like it, LOL
Ahhh the memories of presents past .... the year my DH turned 70. I got the local tv station to add his photo and our good wishes to their occasional birthday greetings announcement. He was surprised beyond compare and I recorded the greeting to live on ....
Interesting memories, Max. I always prefer the personalized gift where you can tell someone was actually thinking of what you liked. I still have a dress my mom made for me (she was an excellent seamstress like your mom) when I was in 2nd grade, about 70 years ago. The dress was really nothing special except for the fact that she had embroidered my abbreviated first name on the collar. Now this is a woman who to her dying day never once called me that - it was always my full name which I disliked but everyone else called me the shortened version. The worst gifts were always the ones my boss gave me: anything with cats on it, like Christmas ornaments, calendars, coffee cups, collectibles, etc. Just how many cat things does one need? ha
I only remember asking for one present for Christmas when I was 5 or 6. I wanted a marionette puppet in the worst way. Come Christmas, there was a big box under the tree with my name and I figured my mom did it for a joke so I wouldn't think she had got what I wanted. Joke was on me, seems my older brother (mom's favorite) needed money, so she "bought" his guitar to give to me. She had trained us so well to act like we loved the gift, she didn't even know I didn't like it, LOL