Crazy, it’s not a present but the thing that still irks me... My mother would not buy Tang or Ovaltine...which I desperately wanted because “astronauts” and because my friends could drink them.
I'll have to go with a hip-length white bunny fur jacket (70s) that I could never understand why I never got (!)
I did end up having a friend who had a bunny jacket in every color, and I'll never forget the look on my mom's face when I ran into her at the mall dressed in one of my friend's bunny jackets, Calvin Klein jeans, and stilettos. I think I was 15. Hilarious to think about it now.
@Alana you can make your own cake mixes for pennies for the Easy Bake oven. I haven’t tried them but re Jews are good. Here’s one link https://unsophisticook.com/how-to-make-easy-bake-oven-mixes/
Motorized go cart. I begged, prayed, pleaded for a go cart for Christmas. Instead my parents got me a bicycle. I hated that bicycle. I loathed that bike. My mother was afraid I would injure myself on the go cart. Thus the bicycle. To this day I still want a go cart.
Can’t think of a single thing. I was blessed, and yes, a bit spoiled. I didn’t ever ask for a lot..no need.. they were VERY GOOD to me..However, the best gift they DID give me..their time.. I had a wonderful childhood, young adulthood, and a few more years into my 30s. NEVER were they ever too busy for me, or my sister.
The school even called and offered to help, but we didn't take charity.
I was told I had perfect pitch, natural rhythm and was an excellent candidate for piano or percussion . I was always going into the music room at school.
If your kid has a passion or talent ..pursue it. Let them give it a try. Find a way.
WonderBread. My Mom insisted on baking all of our bread and rolls and made nearly everything from scratch. In the 60's and early 70's when I was growing up I felt very persecuted because I did not have WonderBread sandwiches. When I went away to school I got my first taste of store bought bread and was sorely disappointed. My Dad mailed me a loaf of Mom's bread, a knife and a jar of peanut butter. I never complained about her baking, ever again.
Not sure if anyone's ever told you this, but if you got one of those.... You'd have shot your eye out!!! So, actually, you are super lucky your parents loved you enough NOT to have gotten you one. It probably saved your eyes! Unless, of course, they just saved you the time, poked your out, and said "see...well, not anymore, lol....we saved you the time and energy, & just poked your eye out for you instead, that way you wouldn't have to experience "g_n violence" & feeling foolish when you shot your own eye out. We also saved your self-esteem'. Now that's going above and beyond the call of parenting! Lol, ok, that went dark... Haha, probably too much time spent every night this week working on my creepy haunted doll collection that I sell at my booth in an antique mall, haha! That, and it's obviously past my bedtime, lol! ;P
As Ive mentioned before, an arcade-sized Q-Bert, pierced ears and a puppy were multi-year "No"s. I was the youngest by many years, and spoiled in many ways, but I usually accepted there was wisdom behind their decisions. In my teens, I eventually got the puppy and pierced ears, but I wouldnt have been mad if someone said yes to my childhood request of an otter. Im sure a baby pool and slide in the basement would have kept it happy!
A pony A car My grandparents gave me my first car. It was their navy blue 1964 suicide door Lincoln. Best car ever - wish I still had it. The car would cost a fortune in gas. I think I remember my grandfather saying it got 8 miles to the gallon. My friends and I nicknamed it The Tank.
We always got pretty much what we wanted between birthdays and Christmas. I never got a pony or a car, but even as a kid I knew that was never going to happen.
This question is really triggering me. There were so many things I asked for and never got. Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. Everyone had them in middle school. My parents were divorced, and we had no money. Forget about getting the doll house that my dad promised to build me for Christmas when I was seven years old. That didn't get worked on until April. When my dad was working on it in the basement, he came upstairs with a gun to his head threatening to commit suicide. Needless to say, I never got the dollhouse.
A crushed velvet pant suit with bell bottoms in midnight blue. This is when I was about 7 and I looked for that outfit every time we went to Sears and Roebuck. Sears was a popular store back then and they had catalogs the size of phone books. You might say they were the Amazon of the 1960s.
I miss those days because we had to wait longer to get things so when we finally got something it was a big deal. We were happy with board games and 45s and stuffed animals and books. At least we got to use our imaginations. And we had more privacy.
My dad grew up as a poor child of immigrants, so he was determined to give us everything he never had. My mother was the indulged only child of wealthy parents and grew up wishing she had siblings, so she wanted her kids to have brothers and sisters to play with. My parents had four kids, and our Christmases and birthdays were lavish. Thanks Mom and Dad!
Thia, I don't think my mother would've gotten me the Snoopy snow cone maker either, but my aunt bought it for my birthday so there are ways around a stubborn parent.
In Junior High I begged for some Frye cowboy boots as they were quite the rage and I remember the Christmas like yesterday, a box under the tree the perfect size for Frye cowboy boots. I was so excited and couldn't wait to try on my boots and prance around the Christmas tree. It was a freaking educational something or other.
And I never got sent to Barbizon Modeling School so all of those Vogue covers never shot are mommies fault too.
the blow up sex doll I saw in the ads from my brother's dirty mags
ReplyDeleteLaundry whore. My mom said I would have to purchase and import my own.
ReplyDeleteA car at 16. So my grandpa gave me an old utility truck bought at city auction.
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ReplyDelete...And an Easy Bake Oven
ReplyDeleteLego...she would never buy me lego, it's a boys toy seemingly. Damn her to hell.
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ReplyDeleteCrazy, it’s not a present but the thing that still irks me...
ReplyDeleteMy mother would not buy Tang or Ovaltine...which I desperately wanted because “astronauts” and because my friends could drink them.
Go buy yourself some! I’m craving Ovaltine, now that you mentioned it. 😛
DeleteColor television. My father bought me a B&W set. In 1984! Why were they even still making them in 1984?
ReplyDeleteNot a toy, but dance or gymnastics classes.
ReplyDeleteI did get swimming lessons for 9 years though... and now I have broad shoulders.
I narrowly escaped becoming a stripper :-) Thanks mom.
a doll lamp. They were sold at my father's furniture store but he would not give me one
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ReplyDeletean easy bake oven... maybe Ill go buy it myself now
ReplyDeleteYou should! The cakes tasted like crap, but were super fun to make. I say go for it!
DeleteExtra Barbie stuff. I got a few outfits but no dream house, no car.
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ReplyDeleteCalvin Klein Jeans. My mom would only buy me Levi’s.
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ReplyDeleteA day pass to Epstein Island.
ReplyDelete@Unknown...I recently bought Easy Bake oven used but cake mixes so expensive I never used it.
ReplyDeleteA guitar.
ReplyDeleteY'all got some good ones.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to go with a hip-length white bunny fur jacket (70s) that I could never understand why I never got (!)
I did end up having a friend who had a bunny jacket in every color, and I'll never forget the look on my mom's face when I ran into her at the mall dressed in one of my friend's bunny jackets, Calvin Klein jeans, and stilettos. I think I was 15. Hilarious to think about it now.
That's actually a funny story but I tell it too often. ;)
ReplyDelete@Alana you can make your own cake mixes for pennies for the Easy Bake oven. I haven’t tried them but re Jews are good. Here’s one link https://unsophisticook.com/how-to-make-easy-bake-oven-mixes/
ReplyDeleteA Barrie doll. My mother thought teenage dolls with plastic boobs and skimpy outfits weren’t wholesome for a 5 year old.
ReplyDeleteMotorized scooter and a Monkey. I probably would have ended up paralyzed, or had a chimp rip my face off.
ReplyDeleteMotorized go cart. I begged, prayed, pleaded for a go cart for Christmas. Instead my parents got me a bicycle. I hated that bicycle. I loathed that bike. My mother was afraid I would injure myself on the go cart. Thus the bicycle. To this day I still want a go cart.
ReplyDeleteBarbie Doll, not Barrie doll! 😂
ReplyDeleteCan’t think of a single thing. I was blessed, and yes, a bit spoiled. I didn’t ever ask for a lot..no need.. they were VERY GOOD to me..However, the best gift they DID give me..their time.. I had a wonderful childhood, young adulthood, and a few more years into my 30s. NEVER were they ever too busy for me, or my sister.
ReplyDeletePiano lessons. That was all I wanted. Badly.
ReplyDeleteThe school even called and offered to help, but we didn't take charity.
I was told I had perfect pitch, natural rhythm and was an excellent candidate for piano or percussion . I was always going into the music room at school.
If your kid has a passion or talent ..pursue it. Let them give it a try. Find a way.
WonderBread. My Mom insisted on baking all of our bread and rolls and made nearly everything from scratch. In the 60's and early 70's when I was growing up I felt very persecuted because I did not have WonderBread sandwiches. When I went away to school I got my first taste of store bought bread and was sorely disappointed. My Dad mailed me a loaf of Mom's bread, a knife and a jar of peanut butter. I never complained about her baking, ever again.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely nothing. I was pretty spoiled-only daughter and grand daughter.
ReplyDelete8 yrs old, 1979- Never cxould getb thyem to buy me a Rom the Space Knight and any clothes that didnt come from walmart.
ReplyDeleteA unicycle.
ReplyDeleteAn official Red Ryder, carbine action, 200-shot, range model air rifle, with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if anyone's ever told you this, but if you got one of those.... You'd have shot your eye out!!! So, actually, you are super lucky your parents loved you enough NOT to have gotten you one. It probably saved your eyes!
DeleteUnless, of course, they just saved you the time, poked your out, and said "see...well, not anymore, lol....we saved you the time and energy, & just poked your eye out for you instead, that way you wouldn't have to experience "g_n violence" & feeling foolish when you shot your own eye out. We also saved your self-esteem'. Now that's going above and beyond the call of parenting!
Lol, ok, that went dark... Haha, probably too much time spent every night this week working on my creepy haunted doll collection that I sell at my booth in an antique mall, haha! That, and it's obviously past my bedtime, lol! ;P
A horse. The closest I got was riding lessons.
ReplyDeleteAs Ive mentioned before, an arcade-sized Q-Bert, pierced ears and a puppy were multi-year "No"s. I was the youngest by many years, and spoiled in many ways, but I usually accepted there was wisdom behind their decisions. In my teens, I eventually got the puppy and pierced ears, but I wouldnt have been mad if someone said yes to my childhood request of an otter. Im sure a baby pool and slide in the basement would have kept it happy!
ReplyDeleteA pony
ReplyDeleteA car
My grandparents gave me my first car. It was their navy blue 1964 suicide door Lincoln. Best car ever - wish I still had it. The car would cost a fortune in gas. I think I remember my grandfather saying it got 8 miles to the gallon.
My friends and I nicknamed it The Tank.
Easy bake oven. I remember my mom bought me the little mix's though and she let me make one in our actual oven LOL not quite the same.
ReplyDeleteThe portable C64,
ReplyDeleteWe always got pretty much what we wanted between birthdays and Christmas. I never got a pony or a car, but even as a kid I knew that was never going to happen.
ReplyDeleteA pet.
ReplyDeleteEasy bake oven
ReplyDeleteThis question is really triggering me.
ReplyDeleteThere were so many things I asked for and never got. Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. Everyone had them in middle school. My parents were divorced, and we had no money.
Forget about getting the doll house that my dad promised to build me for Christmas when I was seven years old. That didn't get worked on until April. When my dad was working on it in the basement, he came upstairs with a gun to his head threatening to commit suicide.
Needless to say, I never got the dollhouse.
motorcycle
ReplyDeleteFarrah Fawcett.
ReplyDeleteA crushed velvet pant suit with bell bottoms in midnight blue. This is when I was about 7 and I looked for that outfit every time we went to Sears and Roebuck. Sears was a popular store back then and they had catalogs the size of phone books. You might say they were the Amazon of the 1960s.
ReplyDeleteI miss those days because we had to wait longer to get things so when we finally got something it was a big deal. We were happy with board games and 45s and stuffed animals and books. At least we got to use our imaginations.
And we had more privacy.
I am thankful for my analog childhood.
My dad grew up as a poor child of immigrants, so he was determined to give us everything he never had. My mother was the indulged only child of wealthy parents and grew up wishing she had siblings, so she wanted her kids to have brothers and sisters to play with. My parents had four kids, and our Christmases and birthdays were lavish. Thanks Mom and Dad!
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ReplyDeleteMore Cowbell wins this one
ReplyDeleteA pet monkey. I also wanted a parrot. I got that and still have him almost 50 years later. Excellent return on investment. ;)
ReplyDeletea dog. - I asked every day for over a year until my dad roared at me to never ask again because it would never ever happen. :(
ReplyDeleteThia, I don't think my mother would've gotten me the Snoopy snow cone maker either, but my aunt bought it for my birthday so there are ways around a stubborn parent.
ReplyDeleteIn Junior High I begged for some Frye cowboy boots as they were quite the rage and I remember the Christmas like yesterday, a box under the tree the perfect size for Frye cowboy boots. I was so excited and couldn't wait to try on my boots and prance around the Christmas tree. It was a freaking educational something or other.
And I never got sent to Barbizon Modeling School so all of those Vogue covers never shot are mommies fault too.
pony
ReplyDeleteI never asked my parents for anything. We were very working class and I understood that they didn't have money. Every gift was a nice treat.
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