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Christmases Past

December 28, 2010 //  by Wendy Lawton//  4 Comments

Blogger: Wendy Lawton

Location: Home for the Holidays

kids0001When it comes to Christmas memories, I blush to admit that so many of mine are toy related. I grew up in a warm, happy family. My parents knew the value of play and sacrificed to make sure we had what my mother called “the tools of childhood”– good toys. During the week before Christmas each year, we’d go through our toy box and choose about half the toys to give away. We spent hours laundering and ironing doll dresses and spiffing up toys. Mom would pack up the babies in a buggy (ours was a pre-adopt foster home, and we always had a sweet crop of babies), and we’d walk down to Sanchez Street in San Francisco to deliver our toys to the firehouse Toys for Tots drive.

And then we’d wait for Santa Claus.

Wendy_with_Magic_Skin_BabyI always asked for one thing– a doll. One year it was a Magic Skin baby.  Another year it was Betsy Wetsy. And then Chatty Cathy. Once it was the fabulous Patti Playpal. And then, as I got close to my teens, Barbie.

I don’t know what it is about toy memories, but they form the framework of childhood. Remember the famous sea monkeys? They were advertised in the back of comic books as “instant pets.” The illustrations looked so engaging that my brother and I saved our pennies and sent off for them.

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I knew I couldn’t be so lucky as to get a real monkey or a sea horse, though I half dreamed that’s what we’d be getting. What arrived instead was a box containing eggs guaranteed to grow Sea Monkeys. No one told us Sea Monkeys were more akin to brine shrimp than mammals. We learned an important lesson in Buyer Beware from Sea Monkeys.

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One of my brother’s favorite toys was a little submarine that was powered by baking soda. He played for hours with that little sub. Can you imagine how delighted I was to find reissued Sea Monkeys and a replica of that little sub? I bought both for my brother this Christmas.

Many of the skills I use in business were developed in childhood, playing with toys.

I’m so thankful that my family valued “tools.” We still do. Tools are important at each stage of our lives. My grown-up kids got appropriate tools this Christmas as well. My two daughters got Kindles, and my son received a new laptop– all considered the toys of adulthood, but all that will enrich life.

What about you? Did you receive important “tools” as a child? Did any of those give you a hint as to what you would do (vocation or avocation) as a grownup? What kind of writer’s tools did you receive as a gift recently?

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Category: Blog, Christmas, Life, Writing LifeTag: Barbie, Betsy Wetsy, Chatty Cathy, Christmas, Kindle, Magic Skin Baby, Patti Playpal, Sea Monkeys, Toys for Tots

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  1. Valerie C.

    December 28, 2010 at 12:35 pm

    You’ve started a flood of memories, Wendy! We would spend hours scrutinizing the Sears catalog, earmarking everything we wanted. But books and Barbie clothes – those typically topped my list of Christmas wishes. I would spend hours dressing and posing my Barbies (not play-acting, mind you, just showing off the clothes). As I grew up, Mom taught me to sew using Barbie patterns and scraps of fabric. When it was time for bed, out would come the books and a flashlight. I remember wanting the matchstick grandfather clock kit or the make-flowers-from-egg-cartons book – I loved building things.

    It’s probably not a coincidence that that I’m a writer today. Or that I paid much of my way through college working as a seamstress in bridal wear. Or that I’ve moved into set design and stage costumes. Those toys provided a pretty good foundation.

    Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Happy New Year!

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  2. Sue Harrison

    December 28, 2010 at 6:53 pm

    One of the best Christmas gifts I ever received was from my Grandmother Kate, who sent me my first LITTLE HOUSE house book when I was ten years old. I read the book, fell in love with words and decided I would be a writer. Every year through high school my grandmother sent me another Laura Ingalls Wilder book. I still have the whole set, each with a sweet note from my grandmother. They helped shape my life as a writer.

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  3. Lauraine Snelling

    December 29, 2010 at 2:34 pm

    One year I got a Betsy Wetsy doll, what a surprise because Iknew we had no money for toys,. But Mom and Dad had sold a cow and used part of that money for a toy for each of the three of us. My doll is still in the cabinet in the living room. She is wearing a crocheted dress that my grandmother made for her. I didn’t kow we were poor though, after all I had a pony by name of POlly. One of these years she has to star in a book.

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  4. Ann H Gabhart

    December 30, 2010 at 4:46 pm

    The gift I remember best and with the most fondness is a fountain pen I had to fill up with ink from an ink bottle. I always bought blue black ink, and I filled up the pages of a lot of notebooks with that inkpen. Then there were those squares of Hershey’s chocolate spaced out on a white cardboard strip and covered with cellophane. I had to have something to eat while I was writing all those stories.

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