
Tomorrow, May 6, is my birthday. In lieu of gifts, please share a birthday memory.
Here's mine:
For a party in the 1950s, little girls donned fancy dresses, buckled their patent leather
Mary Janes, and played games like Pin the Tail on the Donkey, Drop the Clothespin in the Bottle, and Musical Chairs. Gifts might include
Colorforms, paper dolls, a
Slinky, or a board game like
Uncle Wiggily. A lucky girl like me, who had a spring birth date, might receive a shiny new bike or wagon to enjoy as the weather got warmer and we headed outdoors for long afternoons of play.
As a special treat, I was allowed to eat cake for breakfast the next morning, quite a concession for my loving but strict parents to make.
These days, my birthday parties more often take the form of dinner with my husband, two children, and their spouses [my dear son-in-law had to work and missed this outing]. This year's gifts included a gift certificate and a
Pilates mat.
My birthdays roll merrily along and each year brings new experiences. This is the first year I've had a blog to celebrate on and Twitter friends to celebrate with.
Isn't life grand!