“We promised to have a regular tree and we’ll all be children and have a lot of fun out of it.” Ina Dobson, Christmas 1932
I’m a firm believer that without toys, Christmas isn’t much fun. Certainly this is true for a child, but it may be true for adults as well. Yes, I know – it can be overdone. Still, parents have to find ways to manage the flow so that children are not deprived. Deprivation at any level isn’t fun.
The following Christmas memories were written by my mother, Dorothy Dobson:
When I was five we moved to a farm six miles from Weippe. Christmas Eve was the time my dad went out to get the tree. It was set up and decorated after we went to bed. We knew my brother would get the pop gun he wanted the Christmas we heard someone playing with it. Santa always brought the presents and they were under the tree in the morning. That same year I got the doll I wanted. I would like to have had it be a girl doll but my brother said he wouldn’t play with me if it wasn’t a boy so I named it “Albert.”
We moved back to Orofino when I was eight. That was during the First World War and there was a scarcity of everything. My best memory of the next few years was Christmas in the [Orofino] Mercantile. There was a long table near the center of the store filled with toys of every description. As soon as school was out we hurried down town to “play with” the toys. There weren’t any decorations in town but that toy table was enough.