Dia is Mhuire díobh go léir a chairde, and welcome to my weekly report.
December 8th. A Magic day, the Feast Day of the Immaculate Conception of Our Blessed Lady. A Holy Day of Obligation. It was a day when schools were closed and after early Mass, everybody headed off the cities and towns to do the all important Christmas shopping, not for food, but for all the little surprises, that would go as stocking fillers for Christmas morning. That important list filled in utter secrecy, (or their wouldn’t be a surprise from Santa on Christmas morning.) The young adults of the family needed to buy things of their own choice with the pennies and pounds which they had saved during the year. The mind boggles at the thought of some of the ensembles which were brought home. It’s a hard time in life when parents have to give in to the fact that little Jimmy or Mary is growing up. Up ‘til then their minds are fully taken up with meeting the every day costs and trying to make ends meet. Then all of a sudden, the little offspring has a mind of its own and cash enough of its own to put you out of the business of choosing for them and joined by a sibling or school friend they will sally forth to the shops while you go and get yourself and himself something nice to wear for Christmas. At the appointed time everybody meets up at the car or bus or train, weighed down with bags and head for home, all broke and tired but full of stories of the events of the day. Those were the days when Dad drove the car, mom in the passenger seat with the youngest on her lap and all the others squeezed into the back. Long before the birth of seatbelts. Everybody joined in the singing which shortened the journey. It’s only when you get home ,and all the purchases were put on view, that you realise that your little ones have moved up a gear. Words like, ’Oh my God, surely you’re not going to go out in that’, comes out of you before you can help it. But no amount of objections will work, you have to give in and next time when they’re all dressed up for the dance, ready to go out you find yourself even if a bit ice tone, saying That’s Nice. Mind ye’re selves.
[read more …] “Eily’s Report – 8th December”