When you were a youngster, what was your favorite Christmas gift?
I was a tomboy and never much cared for dolls. I had an aunt who knitted me clothes for my dolls, but they ended up being worn by my furry cat hand puppet, Frisky. But although Frisky was dear to me, he was not my favorite. That distinction belongs solely to my Davy Crockett full outfit. Faux buckskin outfit with fringe, of course (gotta’ have fringe), complete with an also, no doubt, faux coonskin cap. Oh, it was beautiful, and I wore it 24/7. Yup, slept in it. I remember my mom having to make negotiations to get it off for washing. This was before I entered school, but do remember donning again when home. And I sang the song all the time. *Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier.*
As I grew older, my tastes became...umm...somewhat more refined. But I will never forget my Alamo days!