I remember a Christmas morning when I was about 6 and my sisters would be 8 and 9. We came downstairs to find 3 dolls cribs all in a row. Mine was covered in a frilly flowered fabric and had a pointed hood and was on a stand my 8 year old sisters was similar but had a round hood and my eldest sister had a pale blue carry cot style. We were so excited that we pushed them up the road to show a neighbour.My Mum said that she had them made by someone she knew it was the best present I ever got and the only one that I ever remember.
When in year 2 my son became very upset as they were sewing at school and his eyesight was very poor. He was so frustrated because he wanted so much to make something beautiful. I worked out that his major frustration was that he could not see well enough to thread the needle. I whisked him off to a shop and bought him a pack of needle threaders. He was so thrilled. I still have the little sewing box he made so beautifully with a blue tit stitched on top. His teacher said he was determined to make it all by himself. What love, pride and dedication he showed. I was so proud and pleased for him - I still am.
When my son was about 2 I had a photo taken of him which I had framed. It was such a sweet photo. I sent it to my dad for his birthday. My mother said he cried because he thought it was such a lovely photo. Dad was already ill with leukaemia and always had that photo on his bedside cabinet until he died when Kieran was 7. I don't know if my mother still has it but I was glad it made him happy. Alison
My best ever present was my little sister. Dad told me he had a special present for me and lifted me up at the hospital window to see her. I was thrilled to bits. She is now 65. I still love her dearly and she was the best present I ever had.
This got me thinking, King. I considered my husband and thanked my mother in law. Long since gone.
On the chair next to where I am sitting, is a colourful patchwork. For many years, I had a bag of scraps of material left over from dressmaking down the generations going back to WW2 through to when I was sewing for my children and me. I gave the bag to a friend who said she could do "something" with them. So this patchwork full of reminders of clothes worn over the years. Love it!!
Over a lifetime I have memories of many special gifts, but one brings back found memories of a lovely lady. In her eighties knowing I liked chocolate she brought me a chocolate orange for my birthday, sadly she hadn't noticed it was out of date. Now every-time I see the chocolate oranges it recalls memories of all the good times we had with each other when she was alive.
Mine was a hand knitted .A.T S GIRL all in khaki my mother died when i was born dad was fighting in the second world war . My fathers sister traveled from west Yorkshire too Aberdeen to pick me up and the story ii was put on the luggage rack to sleep as it was a 9 hr journey (the racks then were made of a kind of netting) this old lady was knitting socks for soldiers and she made this ats girl some soldiers had the pipe cleaners that was needed . then they had a whip round for me I still have tha doll 71 years on
It was during the war and I was about 6. I must have asked for a dolls pram and a neighbour bought me one made of wooden slats. I thought it was fantastic and can still see it even now at 71
A very precious gift which I know you thought the world of Evelene71
When I was 7 my parents bought me a walking doll called Patricia. I loved her to death. One day I tried to brush her hair and some of it fell out. I was dreadfully upset!
I've got a walking doll called Patricia 'The Wife' Bev
I was about 7 I think,& never forgot getting up Xmas morning & finding a bike under the tree from Gramps.Had been wanting one for so long! Turned out he had bought an old one,& sanded,polished,& painted it,to me it was new!!Oh the excitement.!! Xxx
Bless your heart Wendells . Little things always mean a lot
I have manu favourite gifts, too many to mention, but one that standa out in my mind is a little porcelain squirrel that my daughter, (then aged about 8yrs), bought for me from a little sale they had at school to raise money for a charity. She accidentally dropped it on her way home eager to give it to me, and was in tears, but we glued him back together, and I loved him just the same because she had chosen it for me. Bless her, she is 33yrs old now, and we laugh. I still have the little squirrel, and will cherish it forever.
Of course, it goes without saying, that the most precious gift I have is 4 children (now all grown up ) and 3 beautiful granddaughters. I feel dreadfully sad for folk who cannot have any, (my sister included), and my daughter went through tough years to have her 2 children. I feel very blessed that I was able to, and I so wish that others could too.
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