Christmas is coming
I always feel like I have not gotten anyone gifts. There may be some in the closet, or downstairs, or in my drawer, but I always feel like I have not found the right gift.
This is something that I have felt since childhood. I remember going to a local Wieboldt's store and buying my mother a hairdryer. This was in the late 50s or early 60s. It was on a stick and she could take it off the stick and dry her hair.
She was thrilled, but I always suspect is was an over reaction to an underwhelming gift. She never said she did not like it, but I have always wondered.
My dad was easy to buy for. Cigarettes, Brazil nuts and walnuts. Give him those and he was a happy man.
We thought.
I have mentioned my dad several times, but here is a refresher. He may have been a little "off." My Aunt Jean died when I was about 8. I did not go to the funeral or visitation because I was too young.
But my dad did. Later he told me Jean sat up in the coffin and said to him, "Carl, Dorothy is a witch. Be careful." Dorothy was my mom's and Jean's sister.
Let me tell you, THAT leaves an impression!
But I digress.
So...nuts and cigarettes for pops. That was a holiday tradition. When he worked, often he would get a tie or shirt, but nuts and smokes were the main gifts.
When he died, Jackie and I were helping my mom clean out some things. She told me to empty the cupboard on the back porch.
I opened the doors and a ton of nuts fell out! The cupboard was loaded with them.
At least he smoked hte cigarettes.
And I didn't find the hairdryer when we were cleaning out stuff, so after 20 years of so she must have used it or tossed it. I'll never know.
Peace and Love