Second grade 1952.
It was our class last day of school and we were having a Christmas party with cupcakes and small candy canes. We had drawn names and was not to spend more than 25-cents for a gift. So we ate our cupcakes, gave out the gifts, and I was looking forward to a nice two-week Christmas vacation.
Then my teacher, Mrs. Block asked me if I could drop off a gift for Georgie Hernandez. Georgie was missing because he was home with the chicken pox and he lived just up the street from me. So I agreed to drop off his gift.
Then off I went headed home and first came to Georgie’s house, walked up the steps, rang the doorbell, and Mrs. Hernandez opened the door. I explained to her I had Georgie’s gift from the drawn names at our second grade Christmas party. Standing just behind Mrs. Hernandez was Georgie himself in pajamas. So I quickly gave her the gift and ran home.
The next morning I woke up, walked into the kitchen and told my mom I was itching all over. She looked and saw red spots all over my face and neck. She proclaimed, Butch! You’ve got the Chicken Pox. Get back into your PJs and go back to bed. Fortunately my brother and sister had chicken pox already and wasn’t affected. So all through Christmas vacation I was in bed. Miraculously it all stopped and went away the first day of school in the New Year. Some Christmas I had. Bah Humbug.
Well, I did get an electric train set for Christmas and my dad set it up around our little Christmas tree.
Chuck the Blogger Guy 