Mom's journals are filled with fond and happy memories of Christmas. Here are two that I really liked. Merry Christmas!
Do you have any
special memories of the holidays?
I believe our best Christmas was a year that we had
absolutely no money. Mom and dad
normally waited until Christmas Eve when
times were hard to purchase a tree. They
could buy one for $1.50. They didn’t
have the money. Dad and Gilbert went out
by the old jail house and cut off a limb from an oak tree. Dad built a stand for it. It was the prettiest tree we ever had. I don’t know if that was the same year that Santa
came to our house and when the Catholic Church delivered a big box of food. I remember how thankful and grateful we
were. It was a special Christmas.
December 26, 1973
- When Bob came home two weeks ago he bought a gift and put it under the
tree. The kids said it was for me and I
noticed it was from Deseret Book. Bob
said it was a family gift. I picked up
the package and naturally I rattled it.
After doing this I said, “Oh it’s a game, what else could it be from
Deseret Book?” Bob then replied back
saying something to me that really made me feel that I was right. The gift turned out to be a Book of
Remembrance. I really was fooled but
well pleased as I’ve needed a new book for some time.
Now I want to write about the 2nd gift Bob
gave me. Saturday or rather this past
Friday night when Bob came in from Salt Lake he again had a gift which was in a
plain looking box, the kind you get from a clothing store. He gave it to Cindy and told her to wrap
it. When I saw the box I thought to
myself oh no, he’s bought me a dress and I know I’m not going to like it. I’d like to add that Bob told me continuously
that I would not like his gift. At one
time I asked him why he bought it for me if he knew I would not like it. Saturday night Bob asked me what dress size I
wore. I told him what size, but that it
really depended on the amount of money spent on the dress as to what size I
wore. An expensive dress would be a
smaller size and a less expensive dress, a larger size.
Bob then said, “Oh no, I know you aren’t going to like
what I got you now”. After this remark I
just knew I wasn’t going to like what he got me. I was now positive he had gotten me a dress,
a lesser expensive one and the wrong
size. I began to feel a little sick
inside because I dreaded opening his gift to me. I just knew I would be terribly disappointed,
hurt in a way and I knew I’d show my reaction.
I didn’t want Bob to know that I didn’t like his gift.
Christmas eve Bob said to me, “I think you better open
your gift tonight because you aren’t going to like it”. Again, I thought, “Oh no, he’s gotten me
something really terrible”.
Bob couldn’t find the gift under the tree, so he said I’d
have to wait until Christmas to open it.
He said for me to make my “Oh’s” and “Ah’s” but not to hold the gift up
for everyone to see. Now I knew I
absolutely would not like what he bought me and I dreaded opening the package
even more.
How surprised I was.
I just love my gift! It was truly
a great surprise. He gave me my temple
clothing and I see now why he didn’t want me to hold it up for all to see. His dad and Juanita were with us. Now I need to make a new dress or buy one and
I’ll have all I need. I’ve wanted my own
temple clothing for a long time.
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