The Dawning ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 326

I’m sure you all know that feeling of  the dawning ~ the moment when reality strikes on waking. It can be a waking to dreaded realisation that the nightmare was more than that, far more than that – a horror that has to faced, somehow, anyhow.

Or, it can be joy-filled, as on all those Christmas mornings when you know that the day has finally arrived and you sense that Santa has woven his magic, yet again.

When I woke this morning, my first thought was about those Santa mornings  and the red straw shopping bag with frayed plastic lining that I used to leave at the bottom of my bed year after year after year …..  I don’t know whatever happened to the red bag that I associate so much with Enid Blyton books, bath salts, green boxes of six pristine white Dunlop tennis balls,  doggy diaries …..

And what of the precious things that didn’t fit into the red bag?  The big box with the roller-skates I craved; the chemistry set bursting with experiments and danger; Bandit Chase with speedy cars, blaring sirens, highways and fly-overs that were a far cry from the roads of Co. Monaghan in the 1960s and, of course, Elephant who once had wheels and a rope for me to pull but who cast those off long ago as he came to watch over me in the various studies I’ve made my own.

I’m pretty stunned that these were my dawning thoughts today as I thought I had left Christmas behind somewhere but maybe one never does …..

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

11 thoughts on “The Dawning ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 326”

    1. Roy, I have a lot of sympathy for Enid as well. I certainly don’t think she deserves to be vilified like she is, though I can see why she’s considered to be ‘back in ould God’s time’ these days.
      As for Elephant, how could he ever be discarded with eyes like those?

  1. What a lovely trip down memory lane, seeing those Enid Blyton covers again! I devoured them too. And the bath salts in the thick glass bottles designed to look like crystal – happy days. Nice post.

  2. I loved Enid Blyton, too; though I didn’t discover her until I was in my twenties. I had no idea anyone was now against her. I will have to re-read, obviously . . .

    My own family kept things pretty simple; we usually had one gift from Santa and one from Mum and Dad; once in a while a relative or two would send a box of gifts. But with nine kids, the tree never seemed bare.

    I think we can avoid the commercial aspects by making more ourselves. When my boys were young, I made all the tree ornaments except for some silver icicles to drape over the popcorn and cranberry strings. I wrapped with white tissue or brown butcher paper, tied gifts with red or green yarn, and tucked in a ‘bouquet’ of greenery, holly with berries; whatever was available where we lived at the time. I didn’t bake much during the year, except for bread; in November I would begin baking things that kept well if cool, adding to the store each week. It was a great feast from the week of Christmas until after the 6th of January. We usually had a ‘Little Christmas’ then; I would do another turkey and all the trimmings and we would invite family and friends. We also held back one gift for each of us. By the time it was all done, my boys were ready to let go of the season (we instigated this second Christmas after the youngest, at 3 years, had an epic ‘melt-down’ when Christams Day was over so quickly. All the hype from his big brother and then . . . done! Our solution worked very well and the older one now does the same with his wife and their five kids)

    I think if we boycott the sales and commercialism, encouraging others to do the same, we will enjoy Christmas much more. ~ Linne

    1. Hi Linne, thanks so much for writing. I think you’ll see on a re-read why Enid is seen as being old-fashioned and politically incorrect. However, I forgive her in view of all the enjoyment she gave me and I don’t think she has be brainwashed forever.

      I love your approach to Christmas and the fact that it has passed down the generations.

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