#29 - Christmas Memories


My Father, Bill Fricker, playing the home organ



This Podcast is about Christmas memories, which go back a ways for me.

I was born in Chatham, Ontario, Canada where my father worked at the Eatons department store. A very big deal at that time. He sold heavy appliances, pianos and home organs. He could bring a tear to the unsophisticated ear of the locals playing “Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring” on a home organ. We had one in the living room.

My mother was a church organist and choir leader, although she was an agnostic. I don't know what my dad was, but he could repair organs. One time he was in a local Anglican church late at night repairing an organ and to test it he started a rousing version of “Roll Out the Barrel, We'll Have a Barrel of Fun”. A local parishioner with keen ears heard it and reported him to the Minister.

One winter we went up on the snow-covered roof of the Eatons Department Store. It was a 3 story building. Due to his pull at the store or a slight bribe, my dad was able to convince the store Santa Claus to sit up there on a chair. We children came up in our snowsuits to have a personal interview with Santa Claus in the snow on the roof of the Eatons department store. Home movies of the event were taken to be viewed in successive years around Christmas time.

Another Christmas memory is of the kind of toys we would get as children. Children's toys back in those days, in the later 40s and the 50s, were different than what we see today. I remember one item that was big on the list was Lincoln Logs. The came in sets and you could build log cabins and other frontier constructions. They came with pictures of things you could build, whole forts, if you had the expanded kit. We never got the expanded kit but there were lots of logs anyways. Of course there was Lego and something called 'Pick Up Sticks' which you don't see much of nowadays in brightly coloured plastic. They came in a roundish tin and you had to pick them up in a certain order and avoid disturbing other elements in the pile and so forth. They were challenging for a while.


Then, there were cap pistols. For a nickel or a dime you could get quite a few caps and they made a very satisfying “Bang!” All those Western matinées with Gene Autry and Roy Rogers could be re-lived with your frontier six shooter cap pistol.

There were dolls. I still have an Eaton Beauty Doll from that era. These were larger fashion dolls – pre Barbie. Closer in size to the American Girl doll but more fashionable. There were baby dolls,also, with curly hair and some of them would wet themselves, which was a thrill.


 


Toy medical kits were a big item. They contained candy pills, tongue depressors and a pretend stethoscope. We could pretend to diagnose and cure any number of toys and pets. The candy pills disappeared quite quickly

I remember one Christmas when my father included, amongst the gifts he gave my mother, 3 bars of fancily packaged, scented soaps probably of European origin. My mother, who was of an emotional nature, opened the present, saw the soaps and burst into tears. Moaning through her tears, “You think I smell!!” My father could never quite get it right with gifts for my mother, although his intentions were of the best.

I had an old aunt in another town who faithfully, every Christmas, would send my sister and I gifts of brown cotton lisle stockings, full length, very practical and exceedingly ugly. They were meant to be held up with a garter belt, sort of like ugly cotton nylons. Although we always wrote dutiful 'thank you' notes, we never wore these items and, somehow, they just disappeared shortly after Christmas.

 


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