Dear Readers,
I couldn’t let August pass without recalling memories of Mom’s birthday and buying presents for her.
It was August, 1960 – Mom would celebrate her 48th birthday on the 22nd of the month. That summer I was a 14 year old working my first job at St. Anthony’s Hospital. My job description was tray girl in the pediatric wing. My duties were to deliver and retrieve meals from the patients and then transport the dining utensils to a central dishwashing room in the basement of the hospital. My salary amounted to $9 a week and for a 14 year old girl, I suddenly felt rich. This would be the first August I could buy Mom a really special and luxurious gift. And I knew just what I wanted – an expensive nightgown.
On a shopping trip downtown, a frilly pink gown adored with delicate ribbons was selected. It was pricey – $5. But nothing was too good for my mother. For an additional 50 cents, the piece of lingerie was gift-wrapped in shiny pale blue paper with a large pink ribbon bow attached. My Mom was going to absolutely love this present! After all, I loved it!
On her birthday, she unwrapped the gift, saving the paper and bow for another use, and declared it was beautiful but perhaps a little too special for everyday wear. Mom carefully placed it in the drawer for use on any future hospital stays. (This was probably the product of a frugal German upbringing.)
The following August I took a more practical route and chose a set of eight drinking glasses decorated with tiny pink flowers and cradled in an ornate metal glass holder. She again remarked that they were beautiful and displayed them on a kitchen shelf. They were off-limits for everyday meals.
From then on my gifts to her were of a much more practical nature. I learned a great lesson. I stopped buying gifts that made me happy and started giving gifts that made her happy!
Keep smilin’!