I was a tomboy, and one of the most memorable toys I got for Christmas was a Class A racing set, the one with the cars powered by mainsprings that you wound up with a "Pitstop" winder.
Another was a set of rollerskates, the kind with metal wheels that you strapped on to your shoes. Dad told me to watch out with them, they'd go like greased lightening.
I was the only girl I knew who never requested or received anything Barbie.
What great toys do you remember getting for Christmas?
But the most memorable Christmas gift I ever got; I WASN'T given... I still get emotional thinking about it.
I was 13, and we gotten the Ward's Christmas catalog. On the back cover was a blue denim 10 speed bicycle, $150. Us 3 boys got to mark everything we wanted, and just see what Santa brought... The ONLY thing I marked was that bike. On Christmas morning, my anticipated joy turned to heart break as there was no bike.
Several weeks later my Stepfather asked me if I had really wanted that bike... I said Yes... Then he said he would help me get it.... I was amazed....Then he hands me a piece of paper with 2 phone numbers... Jobs to shovel snow... That got me other shoveling jobs. He would drive me around to them. By the end of April as my birthday approached, I was $20 short of having enough money for the bike. Him and Ma took me to the Wards catalos store, and chipped in the other $20 as my Birthday gift, And then made me assemble the bike.....
As much as I loved that bike, It was the lesson of working to get what you want was the best gift I have ever received.
Christmas, 1952, age four and a half. Santa gave me a hard plastic doll with long blond hair in two braids. Her eyes could open and shut. Either I named her Mary Jane, or else that was the name the manufacturer gave to that model of doll.
Mary Jane was the very first dollie that I was allowed to play with, and I loved that doll so much! I took her everywhere and even made up imaginary stories about how she was alive, and our adventures together.
My mother made Mary Jane and me matching kilts out of our family tartan, that you can see in the attached photo from 1953.
Years later, when Barbie dolls first became available, I bought one. But she could never be as dear to me as sweet Mary Jane.
I asked for and started receiving hand tools each Christmas, probably before I was ten, IIRC. (Socket sets, wrenches, screwdrivers, etc, etc) I was always taking things apart, and sometimes putting them back together. I'm not sure why I liked to work with my hands at such an early age especially since my dad didn't even know how to use a hammer. (Well pretty close anyway)
I still have some of the tools I got for Christmas as a kid.
I gave her to my grown daughter a couple of decades ago, and so I guess Mary Jane is probably still in the family.W2R, I love the matching kilts and the photo! Do you still have Mary Jane?
Oh, how all 4 of us kids loved circling things in the Sears Christmas catalog!