Skip to comments.Merry Christmas, 1913
Posted on 12/14/2013 4:06:45 AM PST by Kaslin
One hundred years ago in America, Christmas was a mighty different situation. Based on newspaper reports, MyHeritage.com recently put together a list of the most-asked-for gifts by children who lived back then. Here are the top five requests:
It's a modest list, to say the least, but reflective of a time that was far less complicated than society is today. Now, kids rule in many homes. And Santa is under siege.
This year, the top five kid-wants according to retailers are:
--Teksta Robotic Puppy.
--Flutterbye Flying Fairy.
--Big Hugs Elmo.
Let's begin with Furby. This is a robot toy that resembles an owl. The "all new" Furby has a mind of his own and can interact with the tykes. Let's hope Furby isn't a member of the Hells Angels.
The Teksta puppy is allegedly just like a real dog except there is no bathroom component. Teksta will dance and respond to your hand gestures -- not including the middle finger. The puppy can even perform back flips that will amuse and amaze. I guess.
The LeapPad Ultra is yet another high-tech gizmo that will hypnotize your child. It's a tablet that kids can write on, as well as summon apps, videos and games. If your child isn't an Internet zombie by now, he or she will be once the LeapPad gets inside the house.
The Flutterbye Flying Fairy is marketed toward little girls and, according to the manufacturer, puts "enchanting" fairy flights directly in the hands of the child. There's never been a more magical experience, says the toymaker. Obviously, they've never been to a Metallica concert.
And finally, the Big Hugs Elmo toy moves his arms to return hugs, plays songs, dances with your children and might even kick in toward their college education. Elmo is for both girls and boys and is capable of making more than 50 animated sounds. If that sounds like your Uncle Vinny, it's a coincidence.
The cost of these toys is substantial, and you'd better have an engineering degree if something goes wrong. The high-tech dog is especially interesting, conjuring up all kinds of horror movie possibilities. Don't tell me the toys don't have chips in them that can be activated by some crazy scientist in Bavaria. No way this thing is getting inside my house. I already have a dog named Fiona who would attack the bogus dog on sight.
For my money, I think toys are too complicated these days. I like the rocking horse and toy train scenario. But if I gave those things to my kids, their response would be somewhere between the Bay of Pigs and Woodstock -- a lot of angst and chaos.
Luckily, Santa Claus has adapted, and his new high-tech sleigh and reindeer have him finishing his rounds in Guam long before dawn. But don't mention the Flying Fairy to old St. Nick. He's not into competition.
In 1913 there wasnt much to ask for.
My mother was three months old at Christmas 1913. My grandmother had to ask my grandfather for every dime she ever had, so I’m sure that Christmas was meager by today’s standards.
The only thing I ever remember my grandfather giving me at Christmas was raisins. He was big on gift packs of raisins. On the other hand, my grandmother was big on homemade gifts. I could always count on her to supply me with doll clothes when I was a child and crocheted pot holders as an adult. Doll cradles were made from Quaker oats boxes. I still have a box of dishes that she covered with wall paper to make it prettier.
Life was good.
50 years ago, you could buy a 7’ Scotch Pine for 4$.
I'll sell you one for $3.00.
Come see me on Jan. 3rd.
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50 years ago this Christmas, my Daddy gave me my first guitar.
It was a HUGE Archtop f-hole monster that cost $30.00 at a pawn shop. Since it was so expensive, it was the only present I got that year.
However, I am now a musician and make my living playing guitar.
Thank You, Daddy.
Oh, I like that! Brings back memories.
Gee, thanks! : )
Back in 1913 my NYC immigrant grandma was a child then. I remember her telling me she got candy and a doll as gifts from her widower dad.
She was poor and her mother died when grandma was only 4.
She had a rough life growing up—hope she’s now enjoying heaven.
“reflective of a time that was far less complicated than society is today.” comes the worst year in American history, 1913.
Sixteenth and Seventeenth Amendments to the Constitution
This country would have been much better off had Wilson never seen the White House. His rancid legacy has been a curse to freedom.
“Luckily, Santa Claus has adapted, and his new high-tech sleigh and reindeer have him finishing his rounds in Guam long before dawn. But don’t mention the Flying Fairy to old St. Nick. He’s not into competition.”
I’m sure Blow Reilly is trying to make a point here. But is
he really that warped.
“It was a HUGE Archtop f-hole monster that cost $30.00 at a pawn shop.”
Mine was a Decca 6 string electric, $22.00 from Woolco.
Didn’t get an amp but I figured out how to hook it up
using the wires to the needle of a record player. That
record player amp was a rocker and had the nastiest
distortion. It sounded like the tone on the lead guitar
on American Woman by the Guess Who.
Thanks for reminding me of that. Those were good times.
50 yrs ago you could buy 750ml of good Scotch for around $4.00...also.
(not that I know...I was only 12 back then)
Fifty years ago, that bottle of Scotch would have been called a fifth, not 750 ml, unless you bought it in continental Europe or Mexico.
His rancid legacy has been a curse to freedom.
Only exceeded by the present occupant of the White House.
In 1913 the mail order catalog’s main way of being recycled as in the outhouse. Yes, things have changed. Paper factories smell funny? Make everything virtual. Stinky factories were destroying the environment, now they’re where I can’t see them and it’s okay. Reality? No, see, it now sez right here that didn’t happen. Thanks Kaslin. Have a great w-emd all.
a “fifth” is 750ml. Same same.
Big hugs Elmo? What ever happen to the pedophile puppeteer?
An orange in a Christmas stocking was a big deal when I was a kid.
We were overjoyed to get a piece of warm clothing as a gift.
A toy of any sort was a rarity.
Not accurate but close enough.
"Those expensive newfangled rocking horses!
"Why can't kids just be content with lumps of coal like we always got!"
And the other parent's response:
"La-di-da! Lumps of coal! At least you got presents!"
At about the age of 12, I went into a store and bought my dad a box of cheap cigars for Christmas.
I guess that doesn’t happen any more.
Why can’t I find a real ‘swoopy’ tree like that now? All the real trees are like solid,green triangles. No spaces for ornaments or tinsel to dangle from-I’ve actually bought trees and removed branches to get that ‘open’ look.( I’m big on glass ornaments and lots of tinsel!) I’d love to find a real, strong smelling tree with big, upswept branches. Guess you have to go cut your own for that.
“Didnt get an amp but I figured out how to hook it up
using the wires to the needle of a record player.”
What a great idea. I have to try it.
My wife will probably hate you for this.
What was your first song?
Mine was “Kumbayah”!
And now I’m a Pistol-Packin’, Harley-Ridin, Bass-Playin’ Liberal-Loathing, FReeper!
Is that the official Christmas card of George and Weezie?
In my dad’s home (born 1912 with three older siblings) there was a blue bowl instead of stockings. On Christmas morning in it there were hopefully some ribbon candy and some oranges and nuts. We still put those things in our stockings. No other presents for my dad’s family. My husband’s dad once had to spend Christmas in a one room concrete building because their home burned. They were, I think, even poorer than my dad’s family because they weren’t farmers.
No, it isn’t. Math is not subjectve, or a matter of opinion. It is what it is.
I was lucky to get a doll and mittens! Our kids were happy to get a rocking horse, fruit, nuts, candy, dolls... And I was born in 1951, our kids in the early 1980s.
We were so poor I never even got a Barbie Doll and they were pretty cheap, we couldn’t afford it. One Christmas my father got a loan and I got a brand new bike. I will never forget that!
Hence the Dandy Don expression:
If 'ifs' and 'buts' were candy and nuts, we'd all have a Merry Christmas.
WOW, what did I do to deserve that? Ugly people in front of ugly tree. You sure know how to ruin Christmas,dontcha?