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Carol Perkins: Black Friday traditions
Previous Column: Life's Chapters, Two - In Town
By Carol Perkins
Black Friday. Akin to death? Do you take your life into your hands when you participate in the mad dash to buy a TV for fifty dollars less than usual? Do you risk being attacked by ruthless shoppers who have no boundaries to "get there first?" I have put in my time in malls over the years, long before shopping on Friday was called "Black."
The day after Thanksgiving was an annual shopping trip for my daughter and me. Usually, my friend Judy went with us. Louisville was our preferred destination, but after Carla was grown and living in Nashville, we met her there to shop in new territory. For a few years toward the end of our tradition, we left home after the dishes were washed Thanksgiving night, drove to Louisville, and were in line for the stores to open.
Much to Carla's dismay, my shopping on Friday days gradually ended when I couldn't keep up. I did more sitting and watching than shopping.
There was a time when I shopped for other people. My mother bought everyone a gift and often didn't know what she got them until they opened the package. Wrapping her presents and my own was an all-day ordeal, but I enjoyed it.
I spread the gifts, boxes, paper, ribbons, and tissue paper over the floor in the den and went to work. Guy never understood why I didn't use the kitchen table instead of setting it up in the "walkway" between the kitchen and the bathroom. I wanted to wrap near the tree with Christmas music coming from the TV.
This was also a time when no one knew what they were getting for Christmas instead of telling what they want and me buying it. I learned that surprises aren't necessarily good ones, so now I buy what they request. No sense in wasting money.
We are leaving for Texas Friday morning, and I will arrive in time to shop with my sixteen-year-old granddaughter. I will join the masses and go where she wants to go. Maybe we'll go to the outlets in Round Rock or San Marcus (It's so large a person like me could never walk it.) I will not go to every store as Carla and I once did but will follow Eme's plan. Amazing what we grandmothers will do for some one-on-one time with our granddaughters, even on Black Friday.
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