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"The Christmas I Remember Best" was not the best Christmas I remember. It was not the year I got a pony or the one I received a new sports car or the trip to Europe, since I never got any of those things anyway, but through the luck of the draw, it did involve a gift that I received.
I was in the seventh grade in Mr. Boden's homeroom math class in Preston, Idaho. The year would have been 1943 -- right in the middle of World War II. As was the custom then, school classes often drew names and exchanged gifts with classmates. Ours was a math class, so we drew numbers instead of names to enhance the element of surprise and the number thing was more mathematically correct. The cost of the gift was to be 25 cents, a substantial amount in those days. I drew Number 15.See the full content of this document
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Number 15 Gets a Major Surprise
There were not as many choices for gifts at that time as there are today. A number of things were rationed -- gas, meat, butter, shoes, sugar -- to name a few, and automobiles were unavailable -- so all of those were eliminated. This w...
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