The Purse is infamous in our family . A couple ( ahem , perhaps a few ) decades ago , my grannie bought my mother a handbag . The pocketbook in interrogative had the appearance of denim but was charge plate - y to the ghost . It come in with a twinned wallet . My momma on the face of it opened the talent and had a somewhat good jape , mean my nanna had receive her a uproariously terrible present on intention . My grandma , meanwhile , was question what was so funny about the lovely accouterment she had taken bully care to select just for my mama . Her look of entire bewilderment only added to the tear of laughter pullulate down everyone ’s side .
Ever since then , the pocketbook makes an mysterious appearance every year , not unlike Mr. Claus himself . Sometimes it ’s hide within a real giving ; sometimes it ’s conceal by reindeer wrapping newspaper in a box so large you ’d never daydream it was a purse ; sometimes it even come with money obscure inside .
Although this little mo of holiday cheer has been go on for 30 years , it ’s still got nothing on the 57 - year Christmas card interchange between Warren Nord of Mesa , Arizona , and Thor “ Tut ” Andersen of Ashtabula , Ohio . The duo started post the same plug-in back and forward to save a few pennies in 1930 . Presumably the friends resolve to continue post - Great depressive disorder , not because the cost of cards was wallet - busting , but plainly for the custom . The only affair that cease the drawn plug-in from being send in 1988 was Andersen ’s destruction - though would n’t it have been great if he had arranged for it to be mailed one last time ?
My menage has a few years to go until we catch up with Warren and Tut , but I ’m confident that the Purse will still be cover inconspicuously under the tree even in 2036 .
Do you have any long - persist cards ( or purse ) in your kinsperson ? Give us the backstory .
