I'm pleased you wrote this. Last-night, I was thinking, "I'm going to have to ask Barry to regale us with a tale of their first Christmas in France " 'Twas a delight to wake to.
Despite multiple post Christmas thoughts that "next year will be different," it seems each season rushes us (well, me) into its commercial fervour. If I never left the house, never turned the TV or internet on, i believe I'd do just fine. Advertisers, however, are well paid employees of world wide firms for very precise reasons. Though your social media algorithms tend to fall terribly short of that same precision, I fear they have me pinned 🤦
That being said, Mom and I were just recalling back to the days when Gramma Hazel would shop throughout the year to ensure there was a gift of some sort, regardless the size, for every child and grandchild. 8 children, 40 grandchildren ... that's alot of hand knit socks, mittens, felt boot liners, tea towels, knick knacks and more. Even then, a child of the pre-war era, having lived through settlement and sod houses, the depression and two world wars, still felt a compulsive need to ensure everyone was thought of, known, recognized. Though they did listen to the radio and read the paper faithfully, they rarely watched television and certainly weren't exposed to the constant bombardment of the internet. I wish she were still here to ask about that, the reasoning, if media still played a commercial pressure even then or if gifts were mere her love language.
I'm pleased you wrote this. Last-night, I was thinking, "I'm going to have to ask Barry to regale us with a tale of their first Christmas in France " 'Twas a delight to wake to.
Despite multiple post Christmas thoughts that "next year will be different," it seems each season rushes us (well, me) into its commercial fervour. If I never left the house, never turned the TV or internet on, i believe I'd do just fine. Advertisers, however, are well paid employees of world wide firms for very precise reasons. Though your social media algorithms tend to fall terribly short of that same precision, I fear they have me pinned 🤦
That being said, Mom and I were just recalling back to the days when Gramma Hazel would shop throughout the year to ensure there was a gift of some sort, regardless the size, for every child and grandchild. 8 children, 40 grandchildren ... that's alot of hand knit socks, mittens, felt boot liners, tea towels, knick knacks and more. Even then, a child of the pre-war era, having lived through settlement and sod houses, the depression and two world wars, still felt a compulsive need to ensure everyone was thought of, known, recognized. Though they did listen to the radio and read the paper faithfully, they rarely watched television and certainly weren't exposed to the constant bombardment of the internet. I wish she were still here to ask about that, the reasoning, if media still played a commercial pressure even then or if gifts were mere her love language.