For me, the Christmas after my mom died, my cousin made me a "memory basket." It was made of cloth, and put together like a rag-rug. It was made of mismatched, odd colors, not really that pretty. But on closer inspection, I realized she had taken scraps of material that she had gotten from my mom who sewed and kept all the extra material. There was one piece that my mom used to make curtains in our kitchen, one piece was from material mom used to make matching dresses for her, my sister and myself many years ago, one was from my dad’s old pj’s and many more fabrics that held special memories…what a gift she’d given me! Memories of my childhood that I could touch. It’s one of the most meaningful gifts I ever received.
Also, in 1968, I received a baby sister for Christmas…actually a few days before, but it was a cool gift for a 4 year old.
Anyone else care to share a memory?