Santa circa 1950
He looks rugged, doesn't he? He's also made of plastic.
I hate plastic.
I thought he was stupid when I was growing up. I can hear myself whining in my head about how we didn't have shiny new ornaments to go on our silver tinseled tree. My mom never made a big deal out of him. Just hung him high and never said a word. It wasn't until I was given all of the family ornaments after I had children that I really looked at any of them. When I did I asked about this one.
My Grandpa bought this for my mother on her first Christmas. I've seen the pictures. There are 8 or 9 black and whites that captured that year for us to experience. There was a tiny tree set on a coffee table with a pretty quilted skirt. On the table that my mother was using to hold herself up was a doll and a carved wooden horse. On that tree was this ornament.
My Grandma and Grandpa couldn't have children. They bought my mother when they were in their 50's. She was legally adopted, of course, but from what I've been told "bought" would be the correct way to look at it. From the look on the face of my Grandpa in every picture I've seen, he considered her a priceless treasure...and as she grew into an amazing woman I'm sure that he knew that he made the best deal of his life that year.
I think about the expression on my Grandpa's face sometimes when I'm looking at my children. I know exactly how he felt.
The times were simple. Their life was simple.
But there was nothing about their Love that was simple.
When I look at this sweet little plastic ornament that has graced our family's trees for 50 years I know that I am part of a legacy of Love that began with the purchase of a treasured child......
And will NEVER end.