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Kerrying On

My Favorite Gift

One brisk December morning as my five-year-old son Taylor and I skittered across the local mall’s icy parking lot in search of gifts for his two older sisters, Taylor turned to me and asked, “What was your bestest and most favorite Christmas present ever?” I have contemplated the answer to that question over the years since. Despite the fact that as a child I had perched over the toy section of the Sears catalogue (much like a monk musing over a sacred manuscript), my favorite gift never made it into Mr. Sears’ marvelous book. In fact, it was never sold in any store. More curious still, it sat in a box, unopened for almost fifty years. To appreciate this magical gift, you have to know a little bit about how the human mind works.

Although nobody completely understands how anything as complicated as the brain actually functions, I like to think of it as thousands of tiny shelves that sit in long rows inside our head. On these shelves sit millions of even tinier boxes. And inside these boxes you find memories. Some of the boxes remain unopened and unattended for years and the thoughts left inside evaporate like dry ice on a hot summer day. Other memories remain active and vital because we pull a box off the shelf, open it, and relive the experience.

Of course, every time we crack open a memory box we change the contents ever so slightly. That’s because when we visit a memory, we add a little here and snip a little there. With each new peek into the box we make subtle alterations until one day, all that is left is the memory of a memory of a memory; little more than a faint and blurred copy. The original is gone forever.

But not always. Every once in a while the most amazing thing happens. A mysterious force knocks a box off one of our memory shelves—a box that has sat untouched for years suddenly bursts open. And when it does, you relive a precious moment—unchanged and straight from your childhood. That’s what happened to me one December morning a few years ago. I was preparing for my granddaughter who would soon be making a Christmas visit. As I fussed and fidgeted and tried to make the house safe for a curious child, I spotted a small shiny object on the floor, just under our living room couch. As I drew closer I could see that it was a dime.

“We can’t have that lying around!” I muttered to myself, as I dropped to my hands and knees.

At that very moment, a song that I had learned in the first grade started playing on the radio: “Christmas is coming; the goose is getting fat. . . .” The image of the shiny dime coupled with the haunting melody of a childhood song pushed an untouched package off my memory shelf.


As the lid from this tiny box popped open and the contents tumbled out, I was suddenly six years old. The dime I had been staring at under the couch magically transformed into a dime lying under my grandfather’s candy counter.

When I was a boy my grandpa owned a corner grocery store and every day on the way home from elementary school I’d stop by to see him. Grandpa was always as interested in the characters portrayed in my childhood primer as I was. “Spot ran away, and Sally and Puff are looking for him,” I’d explain. “Really?” he would ask with genuine interest. “Do you think they’ll find him?”

Grandpa always wore a lime green apron that looked clean and stiff and official. As the sole proprietor of our only neighborhood store, I thought he was about as important as any person alive—maybe as important as a brain surgeon, a judge, or even a fireman. I loved my Grandpa as much as I loved anyone or anything. Grandpa loved me in return. He was proud of everything I did. When I earned a gold star at school, he acted as if I had invented penicillin. Even when I didn’t do very well he’d smile warmly and tell me not to worry.

Sometimes Grandpa would use me as a prop. On rainy days (which was most of the time in Bellingham, Washington), I’d stop by the store and he would go through the same routine. Grandpa would be chatting with a grownup customer and as soon as I’d walk up next to him he’d mention how miserable the weather was. Then he’d look out at the drizzle and say, “You know, I wish the sun would come out. Not so much for myself but for my grandson.” Then he’d pat me on the head and explain, “I’ve seen the sun before, but my grandson never has!” Everyone would laugh.

On this day—that is, the day that fell down from my memory shelf—I was on my hands and knees doing what little boys do when they’re at their grandfather’s grocery store, next to the candy counter. I was looking for coins. Sometimes grownups would drop a penny, and if you were lucky, you’d end up with a tasty treat. Only this time, I spotted a shiny new dime. Ten whole cents!

I can still remember what I bought—one licorice whip, one red-hot jawbreaker, two sour cherries, one raspberry vine, and ten Whoppers—Whoppers were two for a penny. Grandpa smiled wide as I scampered out of his store. You would have thought that he was the one with the pocketful of candy.

Since I was still a child when this took place—and still believed in miracles—the next day I ran out the back door of school, raced down the hill, burst into Grandpa’s store, and dropped to my knees in search of treasure. Then I crawled around and looked and sniffed, and probed, and hunted until—guess what? I found another dime. I couldn’t believe my good fortune! This time I bought my older brother an Oh Henry! candy bar and myself five pieces of penny candy.

And so it went. Every day I’d drop to my hands and knees, find a dime, and marvel at my good luck. Sometimes I’d only spend five cents, and the next day I’d buy a fifteen-cent kite. All through that spring and well into the summer I bought Fudgesicles on hot days, kites on windy days, and candy bars when I was thinking of my brother. And every single day Grandpa would smile wide as I ran from the store with my treasures in hand.

This was the box that fell from my memory shelf when I knelt to pick up a dime the day my granddaughter was coming for Christmas. The entire rush of thought—complete with Whoppers, kites, and licorice whips—passed in a flash.

As I arose from my hands and knees nearly fifty years after finding that first dime, the adult inside me returned. “Why Grandpa!” I thought to myself, “You put those dimes there didn’t you!” Sure enough, at age seventy-two, he had gingerly lowered himself to the floor and secretly hidden a dime in a different spot each morning. He didn’t do it for the thanks. He never told me what he had done. He did it because he loved me.

I had a friend growing up who was given some of the most amazing gifts for Christmas. The year he turned sixteen his parents gave him an entire automobile. Not just a leather steering-wheel cover, or one of those smelly cardboard pine trees you hang on the rearview mirror—but an entire car. If his five-year-old son were to ask him about his “bestest and most favorite” Christmas present ever, I bet he would talk about that shiny red Chevy. But for me, my favorite gift fell off a shelf after it sat untouched for nearly fifty years. It was wrapped in childhood innocence and when the lid popped off and the contents tumbled out, it bathed me in the warm glow of my grandfather’s love.

Sometimes when I’m feeling blue, I open that glorious box and look at the kites and penny candy and relive the joy. Sometimes the box falls down all by itself. I’ll be walking down the street when a person wearing lime green clothing passes by me and bumps the box. Plunk. And you know what—I think sometimes my Grandpa from somewhere far away whispers, “Happy Christmas!” and the breeze from his sweet voice gently nudges the box.

Whatever causes the package to tumble, the result is always the same. I taste the sweet Fudgesicles, feel the tug of a kite, and imagine my Grandpa on his hands and knees—hiding a dime for his beloved grandson. And even though my “bestest and most favorite” present was never listed in any department store catalog, that extraordinary box—that memory box filled with Grandpa’s love—is far more precious to me than anything ever shaped by human hands.

I shall cherish it forever.

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45 thoughts on “My Favorite Gift”

  1. grizzly bear mom

    What a delightful story of a grandpa’s love of his grandchild. How did he ever work it out that you stopped finding dimes?

  2. Kerry

    I don’t know. I didn’t have the memory tumble out of storage until grandpa had been gone for over 40 years. My guess is that one day he just stopped leaving them around and I, being a child, quickly gave up on the miracle. Who knows?

    1. Mark

      Hi there….I really enjoyed this memory- the box holding memories of my grandpa (who became “Gaging” at my first attempts to call him by name) overflows all the time. I keep a photo of the two of us over my dresser- a Polaroid Land Camera product! – with him holding me in front of him at 3 months old. This, 2 of his bolo ties and so many memories.

      Thanks for sharing your Gaging. Powerful and wonderful stuff.


  3. Cookie

    Lovely memories….thanks for sharing.

  4. Javier Araya

    wow. What a great story! Thanks for sharing! It knocked a few boxes of my own memory shelves!

  5. Belle Cancellare

    Love all the Kerrying On!

  6. Doug Taylor

    Thanks for re-publishing “My Favorite Gift”. Now to share it with my youngsters. Season’s greetings to all.

  7. Shirley

    This made me smile and tear up a bit. How you must have loved that kind man! Somehow I think you are a very special person because of his love for you.

  8. Richard Howard


    A great trip down memory lane. Thanks for sharing.

  9. Love and Pies

    Mr. Patterson,

    I absolutely loved your story about you as a child and your grandfather.  I was moved by someone truly loving you and that strong bond and memory of love carrying and sustaining you after so many years.   I too have a similar story of love when I was a child, but it involves my now  deceased dad, who was a chef and several Christmas pies that I had to eat as ‘punishment.’ I hadn’t thought about this story for years.

    I have enjoyed your ‘Kerrying on’ articles this year and look for the many more to come.  Happy Holidays.  

  10. Terry

    Precious story about what your personal experience, thanks for revealing this to us.

  11. Tom

    Thank you Kerry for sharing this tender story. I’ll consider it the first Christmas present that I received this year.

  12. Sharon Madson

    Very tender and special memories, indeed! Thanks for sharing some of your memory box memories!

  13. Bob

    Thank you for the gift. Merry Christmas.

  14. Joe Fowler

    Enjoyed reading your story. Thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas!!

  15. Mike McCartney

    Thank you for the heart-warming story. I’m compelled to rustle through a few of my boxes on the shelf and put a few there for my kids. And grandkids. God bless and Merry Christmas.

  16. John

    I first started collecting your stories just to live your memories. For some, creating good memories and relationships for those younger ones comes naturally, for some, it doesn’t come at all. I’m one of the ones in the middle who needs a little nudge but then runs with it. Thanks so very much for those nudges that help build those relationships in our families. You are our special gift all year long.

  17. Phyllis Lundy

    What a wonderful storyteller you are! I always look forward to reading your stories. Thank you!

  18. Maureen Jacob-Waleski

    My goodness! The magnifiscense of your writting skills! I am always struck by your topic of choice and the skill in which you deliver to us……thank you so much

  19. Laura DeMotte

    Thank you for sharing, Kerry! Happy New Year to you and your family!

  20. Stephanie Rogers

    What a beautiful and touching story! It brought tears to my eyes and reminded me of some of my own lovely memories from my grandparents. Thank you for sharing your wisdom and life experiences with us!

  21. Sherrin

    Absolutely beautiful! Thank you!

  22. Steve

    You are a wonderful story weaver; your words are sublime. Thank you for sharing pieces of your life with us. You inspire me to be better.

  23. Mary

    Oh how I look forward to every article you write! You bring us right to your side. I was right there with you on the floor looking for the next dime. I could taste the Fudgesicles & feel the breeze blowing the kite. I raced back to memories of my own grandparents & felt their love all over me again. You challenge me to create such memorable events for my own two precious grandchildren so that they too will remember me with such love.

  24. Lucy

    I am a great grandmother now but I hope at least of one of my 6 grownup grandchildren will have a favorite memory box of me.

  25. Liza

    Thank you for this beautiful story to begin the new year-:)

  26. Binu

    Thanks dear is truly inspiring and worth reading and cherishing…

  27. E. Hibpshman

    I love this story about your grandfather. I lost my grandparents at a very young age so the only memories I have of them are in the mindset of a child. I think about how grandma always had the best lunches for me when I walked to her house every day at 11:30 from kindergarten. I realize now that the lunches she made were from the kitchen of a poor woman who was cooking with love. Potato cake, 1 egg and a homemade tortilla was what she made me and i was feeling like a queen. Thank again for sharing. 🙂

  28. Shelly

    Wow, Kerry. This is your “bestest” article yet (and you write some great stuff)!!!
    I LOVE the analogy of memories and boxes on a shelf. So beautifully described. Thank you so much for sharing this. It is truly beautiful!

  29. Tammy

    Like the author of this story, I am so thankful for memories of this kind. Our family did not have a lot, but the treasures when they came were miracles. In this crazy world today, I pray that this story circulates and reaches others. Merry Christmas.

  30. K. Hyatt

    I love this…and now that I am a grandmother making memories with my grandchildren, I hope that I will be part of their most cherished Christmas (or any other time) memories.

  31. BrownQ

    This was great. The story was well written and helped me to remember the special love that only family can bring. Thank you!

  32. Christine

    I’m so glad that Kerry’s stories live on – I so enjoy them – what a life he lived!

  33. James Brown

    Kerry was such a good storyteller and shared so much with us. Consider how much he must have shared with his family. This year they will gather for the holidays without him. Hopefully his many stories will help them stay connected to him through the holiday season and beyond.

  34. Shelley Velishek

    What a wonderful story! There are so many things that come to light as we mature. It is a very fun gift indeed… Priceless…

  35. Julie

    I’m not crying, it’s my allergies… beautiful story. I miss Kerry’s articles. Merry Christmas to his family.

  36. Miriam Ford

    And years after publishing this story, it popped off the shelf and moved me to tears. What a wonderful man, what a wonderful legacy he left.

  37. Erick Poock

    What a wonderfully woven story from the master storyteller himself. I too miss his stories, but am grateful for them continuing to be shared with the world.

  38. Donald John

    Well, that is simply wonderful – thank you!

  39. Suzy

    Your memory/story was beautiful and touching. I found myself smiling as I read each word and seeing it unfold in my mind. I was very close to my paternal grandfather. We have so much to be grateful for! Merry Christmas,

  40. Stephanie Brown

    An heartfelt draw to childhood many of us forget, it tugs at us in a different way and as individual as each of us our. Our memories are many and varies to what we hold dear. Thank-you for that special Christmas Gift, it warms my hear.

  41. Lori Brown

    Every time I read one of Kerry’s stories I feel real joy. I so appreciate that you continue to publish his stories and pass on the gifts he shared over the years.

  42. lisa meredith

    reading this on the 27th after struggling the past 4 days, I am crying. I think about all the memories of past Christmas and how hard my mom worked to make each one special. As a newly joined 50’s something couple, me with a 24-year-old and him with a 17 and 16, I struggle to make things perfect and make everyone happy even his Ex. Reading this made me think, and hope that the time we spent with our boys (and my son’s girlfriend) playing a Disney Color game and UNO Christmas night with laugher and having fun will someday bring up a memory of how much I love them and try every day to help them become good young men.

  43. Jeannie Steiling

    What a wonderful read. Thank you for the heart warming box of memories 🙂

  44. Craig William Morgan

    Hi there,

    Thank you for this. I lost my Grandpa early. He was just 50, he gave me the gift of his love and my Dad really missed him as well. This year we lost my Dad and all I can say is that I would give anything to have he and my Mother back for just one more day. Love is God’s greatest gift and I thank you for the reminder!

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