by DAVE » Tue Dec 09, 2014 5:00 pm
Geez. This is a topic that gets me wound up. My family didn't have a lot of money for
Christmas gifts when I was growing up. But there were several memorable years. Of
course, when asked what I wanted I always shot for the moon, knowing in my heart
that it wasn't going to happen. But sometimes, miracles did happen. One year I
wanted the AMF Thimble Drome Bell P-39 Aircobra u-line flying model. I could not
believe it when I found it under the tree. Then, when the in-laws all came over for
Christmas dinner, my father's brother and wife gave me the Douglass Dauntless
version as well. One of the best years ever. But then there were a few SNAFUs. One
year I asked for a Murray fire truck pedal car. My brother wanted the police car. There
was no way we were both going to get what we wanted, so mom and dad decided to
give us one car to share. It was the farm tractor, which was actually OK with both us
kids. But if you want to make mortal enemies of two siblings, give them something to
share. The fighting lasted to the next Christmas. By the time I reached my teens, everyone
in my neighborhood was into go-karts, and my Christmas wish list started to be mostly
tools. For my thirteenth year I got an oxy-acetylin welding torch. The next year a compressor
and spray gun. And so it went until I had a very impressive tool shop by the time I graduated
from high school. And my poor parents had to deal with the line of hot rods that would
show up in our driveway on Friday nights, all needing some sort of work done. But no matter
how many parts were scattered over the lawn and garage floor, they all got miraculously
put back together by Sunday night.