Comments about ‘I will certainly never forget Christmas '71’

I remember Christmas Eve 1968. Basement flooded due to a dishwasher hose breaking while we were at Grandpas house. Presents ruined, 8 inches of water in the basement that got sopped up by the carpet. It was an interesting christmas for a 10 year old.

love to hear about Christmas that are only for the wealthy.

I loved the title of the article. Why? Because I remember Christmas of '71 too. My parents had it all planned -- I go to school, then come pick me up around 11 am and get me out of school, then we drive to California to Grandma and Grandpa's house. I was six years old but it might as well have been yesterday. For christmas, I got a tool chest from my grandparents, and a walkie talkie from my aunt. So did all of my brothers. My aunt unfortunately died the next year at a too-young age, and Dr. Charles Metton of BYU spoke at her funeral. My granmother died a couple of years ago at the age of 93, and grandpa had died 4-5 years before that. But man, back in 1971, if you're 6 years old and you own a walkie talkie, you are high-tech and with it!

I will never forget Christmas of '71, when I became one of the most high-tech 6 year olds on the planet, and when I got a tool chest full of tools, some of which I still use to this day. (continued below)

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I still have the tool chest and chose never to buy a "better" one ... that one is the best one for me.

Little did I know, while I was hi-teching it around the neighborhoods of Tustin, California with my brothers, talking and listening on our awesome walkie-talkies, Lee Benson was trapped at Snowbird. Different memories, same Christmas: 1971. It was a great year. It was that last year I ever had that did not involve problems and serious life disruptions. I will never forget it.