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What was your very favourite Christmas present you got as a child?
Mine was a pink organza 'treasure cot' with a beautiful black doll who I called Susie,my mum knit a full outfit for my doll, a pink woolen dress,hat and bootees with pink ribbon slotted through and she made a little pillow and quilt cover for that cot....happy days
Mine was a pink organza 'treasure cot' with a beautiful black doll who I called Susie,my mum knit a full outfit for my doll, a pink woolen dress,hat and bootees with pink ribbon slotted through and she made a little pillow and quilt cover for that cot....happy days
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It was a doll with a wonky eye.
I yearned for a Tressy doll but times were hard and I knew that wasn't going to happen.
There was a charity for children whose parents couldn't afford presents, folk donated toys for distribution among the not so fortunate, and to my absolute joy our mam came home with a doll for me. She wasn't Tressy but I was overjoyed just the same. Only problem was the doll had a wonky eye which was permanently stuck closed.
It didn't matter - I loved the doll anyway, but my nasty little brother took one of his new colouring pencils and poked her one good eye in.
I cried for hours and he was sent to bed with a clip round his ear.
Happy days. :0}
I yearned for a Tressy doll but times were hard and I knew that wasn't going to happen.
There was a charity for children whose parents couldn't afford presents, folk donated toys for distribution among the not so fortunate, and to my absolute joy our mam came home with a doll for me. She wasn't Tressy but I was overjoyed just the same. Only problem was the doll had a wonky eye which was permanently stuck closed.
It didn't matter - I loved the doll anyway, but my nasty little brother took one of his new colouring pencils and poked her one good eye in.
I cried for hours and he was sent to bed with a clip round his ear.
Happy days. :0}
Morning All :-),
I am really pleased that my lengthy memories typed in the early hours was worthwhile and gave so much pleasure for you to read and share.
Perhaps you may indulge me and read some more wonderful memories about our wonderful Christmases as children.
As previously written every other Christmas we travelled to Wargrave to stay with uncle Fred and Aunt Vera and Cousin Anthea who was about two years older than my sister. In later years we would be accompanied by Anthea's young man,Rex, who was my hero. He had comleted his National Service in Germany, playing football, for his regimental team,the Royal Signals and when demobbed resumed his courtship with cousin Anth. He was and still is a great conjurer at 80 .
Wargrave was a very staid and conservative town ( very Downton Abbeyish) It was ideally suited for Uncle Fred who was a very serious man who always appeared to be carrying the world's troubles on his shoulders and as Manager of the village Purveyor of Groceries , Budgens, he took his duties most seriously especially when dealing with the Lords and Ladies of the manor house.Aunty Vera, by contrast was always playing jokes on us kids, whoopee cushions etc much to Fred's tut tuttings and 'Really Vera'. She was like the eternal flame. Always had a Bachelor cigarette bouncing up and down in her mouth as she nattered with Mum in the kitchen. I used to watch her stirring the veg simmering on the hobs on Christmas day waiting for the ever lengthening ash to fall in the veg pots. It never did. She was well practised. I was also treated to a puff of her cigarette when Dad was in the front room putting the World to rights with Uncle Fred over a glass of Vat 69. I digress but that gives you a backdrop of a little conservative town and a sort of conservative family.
After our late supper on Christmas day when the yule log and Christmas Cake was cut it was time for the family fun.
Into the front room with the wood fire burning we played charades first, blind man's buff. Time then for Snowballs.Aunt Vere, by magic, would produce the expected box of a dozen cotton wool snowballs and start a fight with them.This lasted until the last snowball had disintegrated and all were covered in cotton wool.We kids then scrambled around looking for the cardboard inserts and retrieving the toys they contained whilst the adults made a fist of readjusting the baubles and fairy that were fair game with the snowballs on the Christmas tree.
Now the highlight of the Christmas Night activities. By this time all the adults were all quite oiled with their Vat 69's and Sherrys and I was also allowed a few sips of Mums sherry and a sip of Dad's Vat 69 during the proceedings. I assume it was an attempt to discourage me from alcohol at an early age but their experiment failed miserably. :-) None of the adults were heavy drinkers and I suppose it went to their heads quickly as they probably hadn't touched a drop since the previous Christmas.Aunt Vera could always be guaranteed to spike her sister's drink and Mum would often have to be assisted up the stairs.
Obviously as a Grocery manager there was a pile of Tea chests in the shop cellar and one would be carried into the centre of the room. We were all given a GK question in turn. Us kids got slightly easier ones.
The forfeit was to delve into the Tea chest and pull out (no peeping) an item of clothing and put it on. There would be a large assortment of ladies and gents clothing, including underwear and hats. When the box was empty of clothing the gathered assembly of cross dressers would form a conga line outside the front door and dance the I50yds down to the church gates and back up the cul de sac on the other side.
The prim and proper folk of Wargrave must of seen Mr Symonds the respected Manager attired in a floozyesque saucy beret and perhaps a brassiere with jockey pants over his trousers in a different light. A night cap of cocoa for the kids and bedtime. Great fun times and no TV.
I am really pleased that my lengthy memories typed in the early hours was worthwhile and gave so much pleasure for you to read and share.
Perhaps you may indulge me and read some more wonderful memories about our wonderful Christmases as children.
As previously written every other Christmas we travelled to Wargrave to stay with uncle Fred and Aunt Vera and Cousin Anthea who was about two years older than my sister. In later years we would be accompanied by Anthea's young man,Rex, who was my hero. He had comleted his National Service in Germany, playing football, for his regimental team,the Royal Signals and when demobbed resumed his courtship with cousin Anth. He was and still is a great conjurer at 80 .
Wargrave was a very staid and conservative town ( very Downton Abbeyish) It was ideally suited for Uncle Fred who was a very serious man who always appeared to be carrying the world's troubles on his shoulders and as Manager of the village Purveyor of Groceries , Budgens, he took his duties most seriously especially when dealing with the Lords and Ladies of the manor house.Aunty Vera, by contrast was always playing jokes on us kids, whoopee cushions etc much to Fred's tut tuttings and 'Really Vera'. She was like the eternal flame. Always had a Bachelor cigarette bouncing up and down in her mouth as she nattered with Mum in the kitchen. I used to watch her stirring the veg simmering on the hobs on Christmas day waiting for the ever lengthening ash to fall in the veg pots. It never did. She was well practised. I was also treated to a puff of her cigarette when Dad was in the front room putting the World to rights with Uncle Fred over a glass of Vat 69. I digress but that gives you a backdrop of a little conservative town and a sort of conservative family.
After our late supper on Christmas day when the yule log and Christmas Cake was cut it was time for the family fun.
Into the front room with the wood fire burning we played charades first, blind man's buff. Time then for Snowballs.Aunt Vere, by magic, would produce the expected box of a dozen cotton wool snowballs and start a fight with them.This lasted until the last snowball had disintegrated and all were covered in cotton wool.We kids then scrambled around looking for the cardboard inserts and retrieving the toys they contained whilst the adults made a fist of readjusting the baubles and fairy that were fair game with the snowballs on the Christmas tree.
Now the highlight of the Christmas Night activities. By this time all the adults were all quite oiled with their Vat 69's and Sherrys and I was also allowed a few sips of Mums sherry and a sip of Dad's Vat 69 during the proceedings. I assume it was an attempt to discourage me from alcohol at an early age but their experiment failed miserably. :-) None of the adults were heavy drinkers and I suppose it went to their heads quickly as they probably hadn't touched a drop since the previous Christmas.Aunt Vera could always be guaranteed to spike her sister's drink and Mum would often have to be assisted up the stairs.
Obviously as a Grocery manager there was a pile of Tea chests in the shop cellar and one would be carried into the centre of the room. We were all given a GK question in turn. Us kids got slightly easier ones.
The forfeit was to delve into the Tea chest and pull out (no peeping) an item of clothing and put it on. There would be a large assortment of ladies and gents clothing, including underwear and hats. When the box was empty of clothing the gathered assembly of cross dressers would form a conga line outside the front door and dance the I50yds down to the church gates and back up the cul de sac on the other side.
The prim and proper folk of Wargrave must of seen Mr Symonds the respected Manager attired in a floozyesque saucy beret and perhaps a brassiere with jockey pants over his trousers in a different light. A night cap of cocoa for the kids and bedtime. Great fun times and no TV.
Bobbisox
Innocent past times and pleasures. The mischief and mayhem I innocently caused in the Aladdins cave of mystery and lovely smells at Uncle Freds Large Grocers shop. He loved everyone and hated none but was so glad, I'd wager, to see me return back to the smoke so he could get on with his well ordered life without my distractions and sometimes chaos that I unwittingly caused but those stories are for other times. :-)
Innocent past times and pleasures. The mischief and mayhem I innocently caused in the Aladdins cave of mystery and lovely smells at Uncle Freds Large Grocers shop. He loved everyone and hated none but was so glad, I'd wager, to see me return back to the smoke so he could get on with his well ordered life without my distractions and sometimes chaos that I unwittingly caused but those stories are for other times. :-)
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