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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Christmas Gifts (11/13/08)

TITLE: Heart Gifts
By Marijo Phelps
11/15/08


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Heart Gifts

“Nooooo, go away, you can’t come in!” I implored my sister, Colette.


“How come? What’s the huge secret?” she asked.


“It is a secret and don’t you dare open my door!”


“Well, fine, I’ve got my own secrets too.” She replied walking across to her room, loudly closing the door.


“Hey you two, I need a little help out here.” Mom called from the kitchen.


I quickly stuffed the doll bed I was making into a drawer. I had used an oatmeal box cut in half lengthwise. Carefully lining it with left over material, I made a little mattress stuffed with cotton. I planned to use my best hanky for a little blanket. This was Christmas for my sister and Nancy, her favorite 8 inch tall Ginny doll.


Dad was an electrician. The TV was on the blink and had been sitting in the basement for months waiting for him to fix it. I personally thought he didn’t care much for TV. Well, the good thing was it gave us more time to be creative. This was good, because money was scarce.


I hurried to the kitchen to help mom. By now we were used to the orange crate cupboards. The house was new but we bought it before it was finished. My Dad worked on it evenings and weekends. We had orange crates, painted and with cute curtains instead of doors, for four years before he had the time and money to make real cabinets.


“Girls, would you like to put some of your allowance towards your dad’s gift? He’d love to get a Jacob’s chuck for his drill.” Mom mentioned to us.
Lately that was all Dad talked about. Looking back I realized it cost hardly anything but was something we girls could help buy and feel proud to present our dad on Christmas.


“Mom, do you still want to get that Electrolux vacuum, the hose on the old one cracked clear through yesterday, more dust went out than in.” I said, thinking how all she’d hinted about for months was that vacuum.


“Oh, I sure hope so.” She said with a twinkle in her eyes.


The doorbell rang, it was Mr Stopple from Stopple Feed and Seed bringing a huge box of delicious apples that Grandpa sent us for Christmas.


Grandpa always seemed pleased, as pleased as his stoic German self could emote, to get home canned goodies and baked goods from us each year. We had a big garden out back, though we lived in the city. Even Inky, the cat had a job to keep the birds off the raspberry bushes. Then we canned and freezer packed produce in the summer heat for weeks. I guess the watermelon pickles, green beans and beets were a gift of love to Grandpa.


In just a few more days it would be Christmas. Dad pulled us aside and swore us to secrecy. He showed us a little Electolux savings bank – it looked just like the vacuum mom wanted. He planned to wrap it…..


Christmas Eve came, Grandpa was there with us. He passed out little envelopes. Colette and I got five dollars each and that was a big deal back in the 1950s. Dad wouldn’t let us see what his contained. Mom showed us later that she got a fifty dollar check. Somehow after Christmas mom took my sis and me shopping. We got a pair of shoes, underwear, a sweater and a new dress! Wonder where her fifty dollars went?


It wasn’t until years later that we found out Grandpa gave Dad a check which covered the mortgage on our modest home for the year. I wonder how many hours of “lawyering” he had to do to earn that. He knew that the folks were paying off doctor bills from my sister’s polio and 9 months in the hospital.


It was Christmas Day! I grabbed the box Colette handed me.


“Colette! When did you do this?” Inside was a bracelet she had made. She used her favorite little heart she’d won at the fare. She made that, just for me and gave me the heart!


Dad gave mom the bank. She looked pretty disappointed when he told her she could save for her Electrolux.


Then he said, ”Ah, Ma, I have one more thing.” From the other room we heard a vacuum turn on.


You just wouldn’t believe the smile on Mom’s face as she threw her arms around Dad hugging his close.


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Marita Vandertogt11/22/08
What a beautiful story. I don't think you'll be in beginners long. You have a real knack for drawing the reader into your characters and making them feel a part of the story. The small personal sacrifices is what made gift giving so special once upon a time. Excellent writing!
Catrina Bradley 11/24/08
Ah, this is what Christmas is all about. I love the gifts the girls made for each other, using things that were precious to them. Your story makes me nostalgic for "the good old days". A few little glitches here and there, but overall, very good!
Norma-Anne Hough11/25/08
Well written and very personal. I love the way it played out. You sure have a talent for holding the reader's interest.
Love,
Norms
Teresa Lee Rainey11/25/08
I enjoyed reading this so much. You made me feel for this family and enjoy Christmas with them. I'm wondering if this is a true story? :)
Betty Castleberry11/26/08
Gifts from the heart do convey the real meaning of Christmas, and you told it well. Nicely done.
Marlene Austin11/26/08
As a child experiencing Christmas in the '50's, I was easily able to place myself in this story. Very real and true descriptions and characters. You had me so involved with the MC that the only thing I would have liked to have seen included was the sister's reaction to the doll bed. :)
Loren T. Lowery11/26/08
You developed both the story and the characters very well. It was all so real and believable and more importantly the message came humbly but shinning through. Well done!
Carole Robishaw 11/26/08
This read like it was beautiful memories, which is what every good story should do. Well written.
Yvonne Blake 11/26/08
Ahhh...so homey! The best gifts are the ones that are home-made! I'm not sure of the MC's age, but try to keep the information at the level of the child... such as the grandfather's lawyering. Mostly you did well at keeping your POV. I like the dialogue and the happy ending.
Pamela Kliewer11/26/08
Yes, you DO draw the reader in. Well done! I was wondering too, if this is a true story.
Joshua Janoski11/26/08
Lots of great gift giving in this one. You definitely nailed the topic.

There were a few spots where I had to re-read, because I was getting a bit confused on who was giving what gift, but after I read it through again, then it made sense. Perhaps I'm just a bit tired tonight. :)

Keep up the good work and you will be out of beginners very soon. Thank you for sharing this.
Verna Mull01/19/09
Marijo, this is really precious! Oh, how I can assosciate with those times. $5 WAS a really big deal. My day, $1 was a lot, I thought! It was so much fun to get to re-live this with you! Keep writing stories!