When I was a kid in the Sixties I never went to see my friends on Christmas Day.
I suppose on the face of it this doesn't seem that strange. Christmas was a time for family and Christmas Day was its pinnacle when the house was full of my folks, brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, dog and all the gang.
My friends were doing exactly the same anyway with their own families up and down the road.
We were all quarantined in each of our own glittery worlds of family and fantastic new presents.
Yet it does seem odd now I look back. My friends back then were the best I ever had. We all lived in the same street and went mostly to the same first school. We were inseparable, spending nearly every moment together that wasn't demanded elsewhere by grown-ups.
It was an era when we could play out together all year round - in the street, in each others homes, in each others gardens and on the local park - and our parents simply weren't fearful in those days.
So to not see any of my friends on a day devoted to children seems out of kilter somehow.
My friends would have been welcome for sure and I'm pretty certain I would have been if I'd have gone round to theirs. But we just didn't.
This festive isolation lasted two days in total, Christmas Day and Boxing Day after which normal service resumed and I spent time with my mates again and playing together with all the stuff we'd got that year.
How do you remember this readers? mates at Christmas?
Hi,all at Moonbase. From time to time I hear mention of the Weird NJ publication. I am very familiar with it and I often find things even I, a New Jersey native,wasn't aware of.
A few months back ,a very familiar face appeared on the Magazine's cover.(see photo).This giant gorilla is the greeter to Mighty Joe's Market,a rest stop and convenience store not far from where I live,and this past weekend,I took a drive to see it.
He towers over a gas pump island near the parking lot.There is a plaque on his chest(see photo) telling a touching story about a young man who was known to his loved ones as "Mighty"Joe and had passed away at a young age.
The huge ape,and the family business are dedicated to his memory.I snapped a photo of him myself.The simian squinting away in front is me!-Brian in(Weird) NJ.
I recently found an old Christmas list of presents I was planning on buying my family one year in the early 1970's.
I must admit I was amazed how much thought I put into it.
Each present seemed personally pitched: the novel SHOGUN for my Mum, a Car Waxing kit for my Dad, Sports car Soap on a Rope for my two older brothers and so on. I don't think there was anything home-made, which I'm surprised about.
My memory is shot though and I don't recall how and when I got pocket money as a kid but I must have done to pay for all this lot.
I do have another old list which details records I was selling to my mates at school, mostly singles, so maybe that's how I paid for people's Christmas gifts. I just can't recall, dammit.
I know one year I got my old Mum a book on how to recognise hallmarks on silver and my brother a novel called The Dark by Stephen King.
Somewhere I even have a home made Christmas label I made for my folks' gift. It has a hand drawn Samurai on it. Typical of me to foist my early teenage obsession with the Orient on my family, even at Christmas! ha ha.
I wish I could remember much more than I do.
Did you give your parents and siblings Christmas gifts when you were small?