I was dying for a bicycle. What I really wanted was a Spitfire, dark blue! That had to be the most beautiful bike in the world. However, I was a realist. I had heard my mother worrying over Christmas enough to know there would never be enough money for a new Spitfire. That would have cost more than she had to spend for the whole family. I would have been happy with anything of a reasonable size without training wheels. It didn’t have to be new. It didn’t have to have a horn. It didn’t have to be blue. I just wanted a bike.
My mother did make a mysterious trip to Goodwill in Shreveport before Christmas. There is no way I could have missed knowing this. She was a timid driver. “Driving in town” was a frequent topic of discussion among her group of friends. The bolder ones proudly bragged, “I drive in Shreveport!” Most of them “drove in Springhill.” Mother didn’t mind “driving in Cotton Valley.” It had businesses on two major streets, no parallel parking, and no parking meters. A kid could drive a tricycle down Main Street undisturbed.Needless to say, Mother must have felt pretty pressed by our pleas for bikes to plan a trip to Shreveport. She worried a lot that Goodwill might have parallel parking. Finally, the big day came. Though she was secretive about her purpose, I knew it had to be related to Christmas. She even recruited a friend to babysit Connie and Marilyn, the only time I’d ever known her to do such a thing!
She left as soon as we were on the bus, not getting home till long after dark, unheard of for her. There were no packages. The next day, we stopped by Bud Hooten’s Hardware store where she bought a quart of sky blue enamel paint, some sandpaper, and a brush. We took these to my Uncle Albert’s house. He had a boy, Bobby, staying with him. While Mother drank coffee with Aunt Jewel, possibly the dullest woman on earth, Bobby came in, wordlessly took the bag from the hardware store, and disappeared. Mother entertained no questions, so I knew it all had to be related to the trip to Goodwill and Christmas.
Christmas morning finally came. The mystery was revealed. Next to the tree stood two bikes of sky blue, a color never favored by Spitfire! Draped across the handlebars of my bike hung a string of lollipops! I was thrilled with my bike. “Oh, I love it! I love it! This must be what you got at Goodwill! I never thought I’d be able to get a bike for Christmas!”
At the mention of Goodwill, Mother’s face fell. I never dreamed she’d think I’d believe this was a new bike! It was obviously repainted with wear marks that a simple paint job couldn’t fix.
I tried to make her feel better. “I love it. I knew we couldn’t ever get new bikes. I just wanted a bike.
She recovered, somewhat, though still disappointed. “Oh, well, I’m glad you like it. Now be careful. As soon as it was daylight, we were off on those Goodwill bikes, riding the first of a million miles!
I had a hand-me-down bike that was blue. It didn’t come at Christmas, but it was special to me, and the only one I had until I bought my own as an adult. Sweet story !
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Wore mine out. Loved it.
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Precious memories!!
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How much she cared to listen to your need and to what effort she went to get you your heart’s desire. We were not rich growing up but we were not poor either. There were no luxuries but we had a lot of love, like in your family.
Now we have almost everything that money can buy and I wonder if my children will ever have the love they have for me that you have for your mum.
God bless !
Susie
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I think of that often. I am so grateful for mine.
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Reblogged this on Musings on Life & Experience and commented:
A story for Christmas by Linda.
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Thanks so muc.
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How lovely of your mother. My dad would never let me even learn to ride a bike where we lived. There was an “S” curve and he was afraid I’d have an accident. Considering the accidents I did have just on two feet I can understand. Happy Holidays to you and yours, Linda. 🙂 — Suzanne
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You, too!
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That is the sweetest Christmas story. Your mother is a jewel in the crown of your family.
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I am so lucky to have her in my life.
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I always thought the gifts with the extra touches of home painting and such were the best anyway. It kind of made them special.
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And why not a bike from Goodwill? Such valuable lessons those of us who grew up in big families without a lot of money learned – especially over the holidays. I remember hearing my mother sewing as i tried to sleep at night and I knew she was making new clothes for us for Christmas. I’m amazed as I look back at how hard she worked. Lovely post.
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You know they worked so hard.
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It is a touching account packed with expectations, mystery and love a mother. It made me remember the red bicycle my father bought for me in entirely different circumstances.
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Thanks for reading. A bicycle was a road to freedom for us all, wasn’t it.
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How thoughtful of your Mum, all the effort she went to, What a wonderful present.
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Didn’t she do well. I know it was hard for her to manage in every way
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Aww… this is a heartwarming piece, =)
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Thanks. I’ll always remember it!
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I remember getting my bike for Christmas, except I had a letter under the tree whilst everyone else had parcels. Santa was sorry he couldn’t get my gift own the chimney, but it turned out it was in the roof. Dad sent me up the ladder with a torch. I was about 5!
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Wasn’t it great, all the trouble they went to!
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It was a good Christmas, and because I didn’t want to get the wheels dirty, I practiced in the lounge!
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I had no such inhibitions. I split open every mud puddle I could find. I loved seeing the spray fly up on both sides!
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Good post! I enjoyed it. FYI, I linked to you in my most recent post. I hope that’s OK with you. You came recommended by a fellow blogger who I interviewed 🙂
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Oh, thanks so much! I really appreciate it. I’ll look for you post now
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Oh Thanks. Reblogged with pride!
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🙂
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Merry Christmas
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This reminds me of my childhood. My family couldn’t afford to get me a bike, and so my great uncle had an old postie bike in his shed. My dad took it home and painted it red with little stars. Best bike ever.
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That’s what I thought!
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I bet you truly loved it!
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I did
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