Remembering Gifts …
As the world of shopping swirls around you in the weeks ahead take
a moment out, take a deep breath, and think back to one gift you
received. One which, when remembered, still warms your heart or
makes you smile. Remember what it was?
When you are looking at the ads - and thinking about the frenzy of
rushing around to buy things. Pause. For sure the ads want us to go
for bigger, better and more.
But what do you remember loving? Maybe talk about this with folks
over dinner -or tea or while going somewhere in the car. What do
your friends or family members recall?
My friend Max says that guys remember food gifts and that Moms
love framed photographs. True for you? My husband likes an
“AT YOUR SERVICE DAY”coupon which he can cash in any time in the
year. I love cut flowers always … and when they are done they go
into the compost to feed more flowers.
My perspective may well be a bit skewed as I spend so much time
helping people get rid of stuff that doesn’t bring them joy. But
that’s who I am. How bout you?
Wishing you a wonderful and peaceful December…
December 1st, 2007 at 9:37 am
What I remember is a very little thing. This was given to me in June 1935…a small key chain when I graduated from ShadySide Academy with my initials on a sterling silver disk. That was 72 years ago -it has my house key,post office key and a little screw driver. I use it everyday. I didn’t take it with me the 3yrs 9 mos when I was in the Army during WWII. I didn’t need it then but otherwise I’ve used it all my life.
December 11th, 2007 at 9:51 pm
As I read this entry, the first gift to come to mind was a small manicure set given to me by my mother. I was about eleven and this gift made me feel like a real young lady. I’m sure the set wasn’t very expensive, but at the time it meant so much to me. Over the years, I’ve lost some of the tools, but I still use some of them and each time I see the little white plastic holder with the red rose on it, I think of my mother. Today, thinking about this gift and remembering Mom ten years after her passing, I’m moved to tears- and treasuring the little white manicure set all the more.