On caregivers, faith, family, and writing…

failI went Christmas shopping earlier this week, and it was fun. My budget is limited, so I didn’t feel pressured to find the perfect gift for each one on my list. Instead I shopped the way Mom and I did when I was a kid. I went to a local store and wandered through the aisles until something jumped out me. But regardless of how you shop, there are those gifts that simply fail.

 A frying pan – really?

The year I was 16, I couldn’t wait to go Christmas shopping. I worked at Woolworth’s making $1.10 an hour, and I was anxious to share my wealth. I don’t remember most of what I bought, but I remember what I got Mom – a frying pan.

Since Mom commuted to Dallas and didn’t get home until 6:30, I cooked dinner most nights and was aware of the kitchen needs. We had a couple of skillets, but one had a wobbly handle and one had only a metal stub where the handle had once been. So on my first December payday, I visited the kitchen section of Montgomery Ward and purchased a shiny new frying pan. That night I carefully wrapped it and put it under the tree. And then buyer’s remorse set in.

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Merry Christmas,

Linda

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