“Blue Waltz Perfume”

“Blue Waltz Perfume”

Shopping for gifts for parents with six of your ten sisters was a lurking, hiding, pretending escapade that occurred each and every year. Looking for a gift in the glass slotted partitions at the local 5 and 10 took finesse and timing. Sometimes requiring the aid of a sister to lift you up to pick out the best of a product among the 30 identical items the partition held. Pretending to buy one knowing full well that your sights were set on the bottle next in line. Run to the counter dodging sisters who may be lurking in another aisle, pay the price and ask the clerk to wrap the item in tissue so no one would know what you chose. “Blue Waltz Perfume” my mothers favorite, she told me so. On Christmas morning after all the girls had opened their presents my dad would open his Old Spice that we pooled our money to buy for him. Perhaps in addition, a tie on a good year. He smiled acted surprised and said “Thank you girls”. Now, my mothers turn. Can you imagine seven girls standing around her in her rocking chair five girls holding the exact same size tissue wrapped present? Each of us hoping she would open ours first, she closed her eyes and picked one. She would open it and say, “Thank you, it’s my favorite”. She reached out and received every year at least five of her favorite,”you can never have to much Blue Waltz Perfume”. Imagine a child being so proud to have made her happy with a twenty-five cent bottle of perfume. We were very proud and happy. When my mother passed away, I sent each of my sisters a bottle of Blue Waltz Perfume which now costs $1.00.