Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Tissues Optional for Today's Post.

Ok. So yesterday I got scolded for not issuing a tissue warning before putting up my post. Today should be in the clear but keep them close just in case. Don't worry. Tomorrow is completely irreverent and ridiculous as you have come to expect from me. And now on with our show!!

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The question of the day:

Tell us about a favorite holiday memory from YOUR childhood.
There is a story that is told (entirely too often) in our house that stands out as a superstar memory from my childhood. My mother and father worked in a sewing factory when we were growing up - my mother as a seamstress and my father as the manager of the cutting room/master machine mechanic. I am sure that it goes without saying that the pay for those positions was not rock star pay. Did I know the difference? No. Did I care? No. I just knew that we had food to eat, a roof over our heads and a great community.

One Christmas in a budgeting strategy we can all take a lesson from nowadays, we had a full blown homemade Christmas. My father converted a refrigerator box into a puppet theater with some blue paint, a screen door spring and some cotton curtains. It was my sister’s present but I think it is safe to claim that we both played it to death. There were homemade Care Bears under the tree and there was a red and blue sleeping bag with a built in bear head pillow laid out on the couch.

I was just learning to read at the time. When we came down the stairs Christmas morning we sprinted to the puppet theater and I saw on the tag that there was a name that started with B. That was for my sister Beth. Then I saw the sleeping bag. That tag had a name that started with B too. Grudgingly I said, “Bethie this one is for you too! Wow! It’s really great!” And I was content to move to the rest of the presents under the tree to find a tag with an S name on it.

Then Mom said, “Sarah, look closer at that tag.” I was a huge fan of teddy bears at the time so I was known to family as Bear (something I have never confessed much less in such a public forum). Beth looked at the tag and said, “It doesn’t say Beth! It says Bear!” Before anyone could take it back I was in the sleeping bag and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

We went home for my sister’s wedding in January 07. Beds were limited so my mom pulled out some tricks. There was an air mattress that Tuck slept on in Grammy and Poppie’s room. And Auntie B slept in Mommy’s old twin bed in her room. Daddy and I shared Auntie B’s full size bed in her room. Munch wasn’t here yet. And guess where Molly Magoo slept?

On the floor beside Auntie B in a very familiar old red and blue sleeping bag with a built in bear pillow.


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17 comments:

Michelle@lifeinawhirlwind said...

Aw Bear. What a cute story Bear. On a serious note though, it sounds like a wonderful memory. What resourceful parents you have and once again it proves that the best gifts don't have to be expensive. How sweet...Bear.

jennifer said...

How sweet! Thanks for the warning, although I'm not quite as emotional today =)

Celina said...

That is one inspiring story! Makes me want to take back the toys I've bought so far!

Natalie said...

Gifts like that are the best kind to recieve because you know there was a lot of time and effort put into them.

Melissa said...

Thank you for sharing such a sweet and wonderful memory! It sounds like you had brillant parents!

~Michelle~ said...

Awww, you made me tear up!! Those are some sweet memories!!! Thanks for sharing!

Laura said...

What a nice story - thank you for sharing!

Cathy said...

That was a very sweet and touching story! Thanks for sharing with us!

Tena said...

Awww Bear... the zoo notes take on a new meaning for me today! Your zoo started a long time ago!!
Loved your post

Erin Tales said...

Awww...how sweet!

Staci said...

It's amazing the things our parents do to make us happy. That's such a sweet story. You are brave for admitting your nickname-me not so much!

Jenni Jiggety said...

That is such a sweet story!

Tracye said...

how sweet!

sandy said...

What a great story:)

Erin Tales said...

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Trish said...

Aww. My mom made us all sleeping bags too. I think they are at my grandma's house too. She also made us matching ones for our dolls, so we could put them in matching sleeping bags. I still have the pillow from my bag though!

Momstart said...

Full house!