We did this one holiday season near Burnamthorpe and Tomken road in Mississauga. To put fake chocolate on it, the heating oil tank emptied around that time as we prepared to move to Winnipeg.
This experience, in grade 11, is BURNT into me (as is lying on the black vinyl couch listening to the live version of Rick Wakeman's Journey to the Centre of the Earth) (On vinyl, with the big book of photos in the sleeve)
Thank you, therapy and adult techniques. Thanks also to those who use words for good.
I grew up in a household with six children and hardworking parents who had bought a house in Port Credit because they didn’t want their kids growing up in the slums of Toronto. There was very little money to be had. With one dollar in hand ,we each would go to the five and dime and buy a gift for each member of the family. These would be wrapped and piled under the tree and were always greeted with excitement . One year we pooled our money and bought my dad a monogrammed tie clip . It may have cost 50 cents. We could have D for daddy ( our name was Dadson so that might have worked) but we decided F for father was more sophisticated. My dad wore that tie clip for years. When people asked what the F was for he would proudly say Father. He was genuinely upset when he lost it. I was an adult by that time. Here I am getting teary eyed with the memory.
Beautiful story (I feel another book’s on the horizon!). It’s the essence of the reason to celebrate (apologies to the religious folks out there), simply but wonderfully portrayed. I’ll share it.
We would fill old shoe boxes full of candy (that we always said no to at the grocery store check out lane) and wrap them as a Christmas gift. The kids loved it.
How I wish there were more journalists like you, who remind readers of the things that actually MATTER and reinforce the fact that common sense needs a reboot.
Thank you for this wonderful post....it will make a difference to everyone who reads it
Christmas is people not presents, not bangles and boxes, making joyous noise, not toys. It's family and friends, not bonuses and dividends. Charlie Brown's and Grinche's Christmas, not before and after excesses.
We did this one holiday season near Burnamthorpe and Tomken road in Mississauga. To put fake chocolate on it, the heating oil tank emptied around that time as we prepared to move to Winnipeg.
This experience, in grade 11, is BURNT into me (as is lying on the black vinyl couch listening to the live version of Rick Wakeman's Journey to the Centre of the Earth) (On vinyl, with the big book of photos in the sleeve)
Thank you, therapy and adult techniques. Thanks also to those who use words for good.
All the best you
I grew up in a household with six children and hardworking parents who had bought a house in Port Credit because they didn’t want their kids growing up in the slums of Toronto. There was very little money to be had. With one dollar in hand ,we each would go to the five and dime and buy a gift for each member of the family. These would be wrapped and piled under the tree and were always greeted with excitement . One year we pooled our money and bought my dad a monogrammed tie clip . It may have cost 50 cents. We could have D for daddy ( our name was Dadson so that might have worked) but we decided F for father was more sophisticated. My dad wore that tie clip for years. When people asked what the F was for he would proudly say Father. He was genuinely upset when he lost it. I was an adult by that time. Here I am getting teary eyed with the memory.
Beautiful story (I feel another book’s on the horizon!). It’s the essence of the reason to celebrate (apologies to the religious folks out there), simply but wonderfully portrayed. I’ll share it.
You captured the real magic of Christmas with this post.
We would fill old shoe boxes full of candy (that we always said no to at the grocery store check out lane) and wrap them as a Christmas gift. The kids loved it.
How I wish there were more journalists like you, who remind readers of the things that actually MATTER and reinforce the fact that common sense needs a reboot.
Thank you for this wonderful post....it will make a difference to everyone who reads it
Christmas is people not presents, not bangles and boxes, making joyous noise, not toys. It's family and friends, not bonuses and dividends. Charlie Brown's and Grinche's Christmas, not before and after excesses.