Like most events from 1975, there is very little information, photos, or memories of this, my fifth Christmas on Earth. There are a couple of spectacular shots taken in our living room of my Mom and me basking in the afterglow of the gift-opening ritual. Other than that, I have relied on Bill and Dottie for the few snapshots taken on Christmas Eve at Arline and Carl’s. The rest requires mostly speculation.
Carl tempts Bill with something from the bar, but Bill prefers chocolate.
Harold and Joe oversee Robby and Lora as they open their gifts.
I’m sure I had plenty to be upset about on Christmas Eve. Arline looks on as my parents have second thoughts about having children.
Following our morning as a family trio opening gifts, I have no doubt that we spent ithe rest of it with my Mom’s family at their house on Kruss in Kettering. I have one very distinct and glowing memory of a certain event on Christmas morning that I am attributing to this Christmas in 1975. Although there are a few seconds of recollection in my head that are crystal clear, the part of it that is not is whether Denise had been born when it occurred. Here it is:
After checking to make sure that Santa Claus had eaten all of the milk and cookies, one of the first gifts that I saw through my sleepy eyes on Christmas morning was a brown, wooden toybox. I agreed that it might come in handy to stash my growing inventory of toys. After shredding through what seemed like a rather large haul of Christmas gifts and beginning to start opening boxes in preparation of an afternoon of playing, my Mom suggested that I put some of the toys in my new toybox to which I reluctantly complied. Much to my delight, the new box was stuffed to the gills with even more carefully wrapped gifts. This was almost like having TWO Christmases right smack in a row.
Don’t break the ice!
The broad landscape of our beautifully decorated living room.
Giggling at Superfection.
I assign this Christmas memory to 1975 because it makes the most sense. In 1977, I no longer believed in Santa. In 1976, Denise would have been fussing her way through her first Christmas and garnering all the attention. ‘75 seems reasonable as it was my last Christmas as an only child, so its no wonder I was getting spoiled. And look at all that loot! I definitely would have needed a toybox to house all of it.
The loot
Is that all?
Up next: 1976…
I used to have Superfection too. In fact, I wish I still did!
Peter
July 9th, 2007
I think you are right on the year, because, I believe that blouse that I had on was a maternity blouse and, since Denise was born in April, that makes perfect sense.
Mom/Barb
July 9th, 2007
It’s actually the ‘toybox’ memory that I question the year of. The photos are all definitely from Christmas 1975.
Brad
July 9th, 2007
I have Superfection! Wanna play?
Jackie
July 10th, 2007
Unfortunately, I don’t even remember the toybox full of toys - so really can’t help you out on that one! Though it does sound like something I would do.
Mom/Barb
July 11th, 2007
Perfection! Awesome!
Amber
January 17th, 2008