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23 December 2013 @ 09:45 pm
Advent calendar post - Day 23. All I want for Christmas....  
Second last day! I can't believe how quickly this month has gone by.

Was there ever anything you really, really wanted for Christmas? Possible things, not the wishful-thinking kind of presents but things that were do-able, if only. And did you get them?

Growing up, as a pre-teen there were two things I desperately wanted. Well, three if you counted a horse but I knew that was never going to happen. There were two things that were within the realms of possibility and I wished on every first star I saw of an evening that I'd get them.

One of them, a pushbike, I never did get. My parents thought it was far too dangerous for us to have pushbikes. They gave us scooters instead, then sent us out to play on the (quiet) road. It was only as I got much older that I realised the absurdity of that.

The other - well, the other I did get, for the Christmas after my 12th birthday, and just before I went off to boarding school. Nowadays you wouldn't think twice about giving this to a much younger child, but then it was seen as a coming-of-age kind of present - and they were pretty expensive, too, not like today.



first watch

I wish I had a photo of mine. It had a narrow black band and a small white face with a silver surround, and black numerals and hands. I felt so grown-up! Truly marvellous. And when I saw this ad it brought that magical feeling back to me; this ad truly captures how I felt to receive such a wonderful, treasured gift.
 
 
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moonlightmead on December 23rd, 2013 02:05 pm (UTC)
Ooh, yes, watches! I think I was a bit younger, but I remember my first one too. The other thing that arrived around the same time, which I think is now a thing of the past, was a fountain pen. Your own pen. A smart one.

(Being a left-hander, this was not an unallayed blessing...)

Incidentally, what a fascinating advert that is - 'achievements of free craftsmen'? Freedom as the important element of watch manufacture?
miwahni: Pros Doyle Christmasmiwahni on December 24th, 2013 11:52 am (UTC)
Ooh, fountain pens... I had one in first form, but after that we migrated to ballpoint pens. Which were easier, sure, but lacked the "flickability" that left our art teacher's dress totally ruined. (Yes, we had to pay to replace it. No, in hindsight it wasn't a good idea to flick ink right up the back of it.)

That "free craftsman" bit - as opposed to indentured? I'm not really sure of the point they're making there.
Trepkostrepkos on December 23rd, 2013 03:35 pm (UTC)
I don't think a pony was too much to ask!

I did get a kitten one year - came into my grandparents' sitting room to find her all curled up - that was magic! But it paled when I realised that I was going to have no say whatsoever in her life, and that she had to live at my grandparents' instead of with me! She got run over when she was about 4 years old.

Before that, a blue furry chair with a cat's head as the back was pretty cool.
miwahni: Cats Yule feelin coolmiwahni on December 24th, 2013 11:53 am (UTC)
That's so unfair, about the kitten! How does that make it a gift for you? Sorry to hear about its untimely demise though.
Trepkos: Faggottrepkos on December 24th, 2013 02:11 pm (UTC)
Yes, my Granny went on holiday and my Aunty Olive was staying in the house to look after Miss Tibbles, but she got out the front door (the cat, not my Aunty Olive) and got run over. I was too young, and saw too little of her, to be really gutted, but it was a shame.
miwahni: Cats Cardimiwahni on December 25th, 2013 08:32 am (UTC)
I hope you've had a kitty of your own since.
Merlin Pendragon: 2001 - Space shipmrlnpndrgn on December 23rd, 2013 03:58 pm (UTC)
Had no idea what a pushbike was :-/

Is it a special kind of bike?

eta : by the way, I reposted some photos from my Norway trip :-)

Edited at 2013-12-23 03:58 pm (UTC)
miwahni: Aussie Aussie Aussiemiwahni on December 24th, 2013 11:55 am (UTC)
Pushbike, known to the rest of the world as a bicycle. *g*. Just what we called them in Oz. As opposed to a motorbike, which was powered by something other than your own feet.

Saw your Norway photos - thanks for posting them! A truly beautiful place.
Merlin Pendragon: CH - Friendsmrlnpndrgn on December 24th, 2013 12:17 pm (UTC)
Pushbike, known to the rest of the world as a bicycle. *g*. Just what we called them in Oz. As opposed to a motorbike, which was powered by something other than your own feet.

Ah! I was wondering why.
Thanks for the explanation!
miwahni: Pros Doyle Christmasmiwahni on December 25th, 2013 08:32 am (UTC)
You're welcome!
nerthusnerthus on December 23rd, 2013 07:16 pm (UTC)
My most favorite toy ever was my Mrs. Beasley doll (from that '60's tv show "Family Affair")that I got when I was six; I loved her so much and I keep thinking I want to track down a vintage doll and buy it so I can have her again, ha; but for a true original with glasses, apron, and talk box intact, it's VERY expensive. Even for dolls missing the original extras, they can be hundreds of dollars, sigh. But I adored my doll; when I was about 10 my older brother flew into a rage one day against my stepdad, and in the middle of it he grabbed my doll off the couch and tore her head off. I think I'm still traumatized!

Other presents I asked for (and got) as a child--an Easy Bake oven, the game Twister, this big, plump baby doll with little curls and a bow mouth wearing a gingham dress, pantaloons, and white lace booties who cried "Mama" when you tipped her sideways a bit, also this plug-in electric organ with stand; I think I played "Greensleeves" and "Red River Valley" on that thing (they were in the accompanying songbook, ha) till I almost drove my family crazy. Also, one of the greatest gifts I got for a birthday (the others were Christmas gifts) was my bicycle, which I got for my 8th birthday. It was this hideous bright green color with an orange and white banana seat, ha, but boy did I love that bicycle.
miwahni: Sherlock Xmas Molly's bagmiwahni on December 24th, 2013 11:58 am (UTC)
I had to google "Family Affair" to find out who Mrs Beasley was - I had forgotten all about that show! I had a little crush on Sebastian Cabot, all those years ago. Still don't remember Mrs Beasley though. I'm sorry that your doll met such a traumatic end.
Lucky you, getting a bike! And the colours sound perfect!
nerthusnerthus on December 24th, 2013 03:00 pm (UTC)
Ha, I adored my Mrs. Beasley doll; I remember carrying her everywhere, whispering my secrets into her ear, always being cheered up by her happy face and she had that blue stuffed body with the polka dots and the little apron and the fake glasses with no lenses, ha...she wasn't your average cute little baby doll, she had a ragdoll body and a hard plastic head with this unnaturally yellow, synthetic hair, ha, but for whatever reason I loved her so much. And even before she came along, I can remember having this stuffed panda bear that I loved and carried everywhere; it disappeared when we moved when I was 11, I guess it got left behind by mistake; but I kept it from about age 2 till age 11 and still have fond memories of my bear.
miwahni: Pros Christmasmiwahni on December 25th, 2013 08:34 am (UTC)
They can be so comforting. I had a stuffed kangaroo that I'd been given by my grandparents when I was four, shortly before my grandmother died. I loved that thing. Kept it all through growing up, moving out, getting married... and then my husband (now ex thank god) saw fit to throw it out, as it was looking rather tattered. I had a hard time forgiving that.
He couldn't understand why I cried.
Strike while the irony is hot: [EMATE] CUPPAdraycevixen on January 1st, 2014 06:53 am (UTC)

Ooooh, I remember my first wristwatch too. :D

It's really odd talking with my nephews and niece about the gifts that made our year compared to what they crave now.
miwahni: Dr Who Snow TARDISmiwahni on January 1st, 2014 09:11 am (UTC)
There's just so much MORE nowadays, and kids don't always have to wait patiently for Christmas and birthdays to have things bought for them. In a way it dilutes the specialness of the big day.