We used to join contests (but not really) and then we would pore
through the Sear Catalog and pick out what we would buy from the
winnings (but not really). We would get things for our Mom and Dad and
make all our material dreams come true.
We entered contests to name thorughbred horses, to win washing machines, to win trips to exotic locations, to win cash . . . you name it. We were truly little materialistic capitalists in so many ways.
And what was more exciting in the fall than receiving the Sear Christmas Catalog called "The Wish List" or something like that . . . and the Carson, Pirie Scott catalog, the Marshall Field catalog, the Monkey Wards, oops Montgomery Wards Catalog.
No kidding, the stuff dreams were made of int he late 50s on the far south side of Chicago.
Our mother laughed delightedly at us and the largest piles of Christmas presents appeared under our tree and totally amazingly overwhelmed us. We even heard Santa's reindeer on the roof . . . and worried about what would happen because although we had a chimney, it went to the furnace, not a fireplace . . . which was why it was SOOOO great when we moved into the house in Tower Lakes because it DID have a real fireplace -- made of big rocks . . . so beautiful.
And when I grew up I was able to give our kids that experience of what it is like to have a fire in the fireplace when we lived in the house in Eagle River.
Nice.
DeLovely.
We entered contests to name thorughbred horses, to win washing machines, to win trips to exotic locations, to win cash . . . you name it. We were truly little materialistic capitalists in so many ways.
And what was more exciting in the fall than receiving the Sear Christmas Catalog called "The Wish List" or something like that . . . and the Carson, Pirie Scott catalog, the Marshall Field catalog, the Monkey Wards, oops Montgomery Wards Catalog.
No kidding, the stuff dreams were made of int he late 50s on the far south side of Chicago.
Our mother laughed delightedly at us and the largest piles of Christmas presents appeared under our tree and totally amazingly overwhelmed us. We even heard Santa's reindeer on the roof . . . and worried about what would happen because although we had a chimney, it went to the furnace, not a fireplace . . . which was why it was SOOOO great when we moved into the house in Tower Lakes because it DID have a real fireplace -- made of big rocks . . . so beautiful.
And when I grew up I was able to give our kids that experience of what it is like to have a fire in the fireplace when we lived in the house in Eagle River.
Nice.
DeLovely.
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