Memorable gifts...
This past summer/fall, I had the immense pleasure of participating in the Avon Fanlit contest. What began as an entertaining event, turned into a truly robust community with forums that are frequented by published Avon authors as well as Avon editors. The Avon Fanlit site has become a go-to place for aspiring authors to read daily author/editor blogs, to learn about the craft as well as share works-in-progress for feedback. If you haven't already done so, I recommend checking this wonderful community out. They have a lot to offer.
Over the past couple of weeks, the Daily Blog theme has been Holiday Traditions and Memorable Gifts. There are some wonderful posts by Eloisa James, Josie Brown, Lucia Macro, Esi Sogah, Suzanne Enoch, Sara Mackenzie, & Toni Blake.
I'd like to share the comment I made to Suzanne Enoch's post. She asked about what makes a memorable gift. My comment didn't really answer that particular question, but I did talk about what my most memorable gift was. It got me thinking, and I decided it would be something to share here as well.
"re: Suzanne Enoch: On Memorable Gifts
My most memorable gift came when I was 5. Money had always been tight and especially so that year. I remember my mom telling me she and my dad would not be able to buy me a gift. Oh, there would the ones from Santa (small trinkets, usually samples from the Avon catalogue, given by our next door neighbor,) but the usual one gift I would get from my parents was not in the budget that year.
It wasn't until recently, after having kids of my own, that I could appreciate how very hard that must have been for my mother. In any case, I patted her on the back as she hugged me and told her it was all right and that I understood. (Kids are a lot smarter than we give them credit for. I really did understand and was not upset at the prospect.)
Christmas morning came and I joyfully opened all my little trinkets. Then, my mother told me I forgot one tucked way in the corner. To this day, I remember the thud of my heart as I read the little card that said, *From, Mom & Dad*. I held it close and looked at my parents through my tears and even said I thought they couldn't give me anything.
For the rest of my life, I will remember opening that package with the utmost care, afraid to even look at what lay inside. Nothing could ever compare to that gift. It was a handmade jewelry box made from dark wood, stained and sanded to a satiny finish with my name and a heart engraved in the lid. My father stayed up all night to get it done in time for Christmas morning.
I still have that jewelry box. It sits on my dresser and I remember that Christmas every time I look at it."
What is your most memorable gift? Was it something you received, or gave?
Tags: Avon Publishing Blogs Memorable Gifts Christmas
Over the past couple of weeks, the Daily Blog theme has been Holiday Traditions and Memorable Gifts. There are some wonderful posts by Eloisa James, Josie Brown, Lucia Macro, Esi Sogah, Suzanne Enoch, Sara Mackenzie, & Toni Blake.
I'd like to share the comment I made to Suzanne Enoch's post. She asked about what makes a memorable gift. My comment didn't really answer that particular question, but I did talk about what my most memorable gift was. It got me thinking, and I decided it would be something to share here as well.
"re: Suzanne Enoch: On Memorable Gifts
My most memorable gift came when I was 5. Money had always been tight and especially so that year. I remember my mom telling me she and my dad would not be able to buy me a gift. Oh, there would the ones from Santa (small trinkets, usually samples from the Avon catalogue, given by our next door neighbor,) but the usual one gift I would get from my parents was not in the budget that year.
It wasn't until recently, after having kids of my own, that I could appreciate how very hard that must have been for my mother. In any case, I patted her on the back as she hugged me and told her it was all right and that I understood. (Kids are a lot smarter than we give them credit for. I really did understand and was not upset at the prospect.)
Christmas morning came and I joyfully opened all my little trinkets. Then, my mother told me I forgot one tucked way in the corner. To this day, I remember the thud of my heart as I read the little card that said, *From, Mom & Dad*. I held it close and looked at my parents through my tears and even said I thought they couldn't give me anything.
For the rest of my life, I will remember opening that package with the utmost care, afraid to even look at what lay inside. Nothing could ever compare to that gift. It was a handmade jewelry box made from dark wood, stained and sanded to a satiny finish with my name and a heart engraved in the lid. My father stayed up all night to get it done in time for Christmas morning.
I still have that jewelry box. It sits on my dresser and I remember that Christmas every time I look at it."
What is your most memorable gift? Was it something you received, or gave?
Tags: Avon Publishing Blogs Memorable Gifts Christmas
posted by Sandra Barkevich at 12/20/2006 02:02:00 PM
2 Comments:
Hello! I just found your site through BlogExplosion. I, too, live in the foothills of the Adirondacks. Seems so serendipitous. My dearest Christmas memory came two years ago. My husband and I were in bed on Christmas Eve feeling a bit sorry for ourselves as we had agreed that with a new business and a baby, we ought to have a lean Christmas. As we turned in for the night it we began the decent into a blue funk. We had our three month old daughter between us, and she let out the most musical peal of laughter, her first true laugh.It was a precious and much needed wake up call.
Amanda,
Thank you for sharing! The laughter of a child is a precious gift indeed!
Happy Holidays
Sandy :-)
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