(This is a ‘50 Higgins, mine was a ‘36 Indian could find no picture, but it looked like this)
It is strange how life had emerged or morphed for Sherry and I. We both remember the early childhood anticipation of Christmas. Even the early marriage of the ‘surprise gifts’ for each other. Then of course the children and the great Christmas surprises.
But now, comfortable in our own shells, we seldom exchange gifts. God has blessed us and we seldom want (or have room) for anything else. So we are very happy with the physical presents, This morning it was a loving appreciation of her glow and a wonderful KISS as I held her very close, while still in our ‘sleepsack’.
(Sleepsack: something like a queensize sleeping bag with sheets held inside with velcro, also makes the bed easy to make up)
It is amazing how those kisses get sweeter every year. That girl is one great ‘kisser’. Back when we dated in my ‘48 Chevy, very little traffic on the roads, this sweet thing, turned around facing back and lay across the front seat, hugged my neck and kissed me as I drove, I remember one kiss that lasted over five miles! I was also a very good driver back then.
The one Christmas gift that stands out in my mind was in 1945, my present was a used Indian make, 20” bike. I could not have been happier if it had been a brand new Gold JC Higgins or Road Master bike. That worn out little bike was my first chance at freedom to travel.
At six & seven years old, I rode that little bike all over Burlington, NC. Now moms & dads would be considered negligent, but then life was much simpler and safer.
Every Christmas since 1946 I have thought of how dad stretched to buy me that old bike. God Bless his memory and ability to know what would thrill a little boy.
It is never the value, but the purpose and meaning of a gift.
This is the car in which Sherry ‘taught’ me to kiss.