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Cherished Gifts Across Generations

1) When the speaker was a child, she received and treasured a doll named Patsy, until she received a real baby sister and no longer cared for the doll. 2) As a 9-year-old, the speaker saw lovely gifts in a shop window and wanted to buy her mother something special for Mother's Day and her birthday. She couldn't afford the item but made a lay-by agreement to pay in installments. 3) The speaker paid off the lay-by and excitedly gave her mother a green cut-glass dressing table set. Her mother was delighted with the gift, which she kept on her dressing table and transported between homes for many years.

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Cherished Gifts Across Generations

1) When the speaker was a child, she received and treasured a doll named Patsy, until she received a real baby sister and no longer cared for the doll. 2) As a 9-year-old, the speaker saw lovely gifts in a shop window and wanted to buy her mother something special for Mother's Day and her birthday. She couldn't afford the item but made a lay-by agreement to pay in installments. 3) The speaker paid off the lay-by and excitedly gave her mother a green cut-glass dressing table set. Her mother was delighted with the gift, which she kept on her dressing table and transported between homes for many years.

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PROJECT OF ENGLISH

TWO GIFTS
As we get older there are certain gifts which, given or received as a child, stand out in our memories for
variety reasons.

The gift I was given and treasured most was a doll named Patsy. She was not originally mine
but was my younger sister’s Christmas gift, but on holding Patsy I immediately fell in love with her and
could not bear to part with her. Luckily, my sister was quite happy to exchange dolls. From then on Patsy
was defiantly my baby and I continued to love her dearly and would have died for her… that was until I
received a real live baby in the form of a little sister. Overnight, Patsy mysteriously turned into being just
a doll.

I was on my way to Children’s Saturday matinee at the local cinema when I happened to stop to
look in the window of the gift shop at the corner of our street. There were lovely fair-isle knitted gloves,
pretty flowered handkerchiefs, rose patterned teacups and saucers, and fancy padded coat hangers, all
in pretty boxes. Seeing all these lovely gifts reminded me that it would soon be my Mother’s Day and my
mother’s birthday. Would not it be nice, I thought, if I could give my mother something really special,
something I would bought myself? I ventured inside and asked about one item I was sure my mother
would love.

The lady must have seen my disappointment when she told me the price. But she had a
suggestion which immediately lifted my spirits. She pulled out a large book from under the shop counter
and wrote my name in it and the item I wanted to buy, and in return I paid her a penny from my
sixpence pocket money. It meant no sweets that day but I did not care. At the age of nine, I had made
my very first lay-by… and felt like a grown up. From then on, every Saturday, on my way to the cinema, I
called into the shop and paid a penny which the lady dutifully recorded in her big book.

The day before Mother’s Day I paid the last two pence. As the lady wrapped the gift in
brown paper and tied it with string. I attentively signed the book to say I had collected my lay-by. I
thanked her and excitedly left the shop.

“Be careful you do not drop it.” She called after me.

Once outside, the gift tucked securely under my arm, I skipped the short distance home.

Too excited to wait till Sunday, I excitedly thrust the parcel on my mother’s lap and I stood by her
side, hopping from one foot to the other, as she painstakingly untied every single knot in the string and
slowly peeled away the brown wings, to reveal the box. My heart was racing. Then, as I bit into my
bottom lip, she carefully began to lift the lid.

“Do u like it, do you like it?” I asked excitedly, before the content were even revealed.

Set in the box was a green, cut glass; ornamental tray and several matching pieces, one
being a ring holder, which would stand on the tray. It was a dressing table set.

Was my mother delighted?


PROJECT OF ENGLISH
TWO GIFTS
Well that dressing table set travelled from England to Australia and back four times. It survived many
home moves, a cyclone in Townsville and the Cyclone Tracy in Darwin. The last time I saw it, it was still
sitting on my mother’s dressing table.

THE END

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