Christmas 2011 and is over, but most of us won’t be tabulating the damage until next month, when the credit card statements come in.
Lots of DVD’s and video games, I imagine. And Apple products of the decidedly uncrunchy kind. Some relatively inexpensive clothing made mostly in Asia.
Soaps from Lush and the Body Shop. Packets of those fancy designer teas, including Green De-Tox for use after New Years. (OK. So that’s my list.)
Here’s a Christmas cost list my husband’s great grandfather, Norman Nicholson, tabulated exactly 100 years ago: He was the patriarch of a family from Richmond, Quebec.
1 gent’s shirt 1.75
One lady’s hair brush 50
Edith one pair gloves 1.25
Marion one pair gloves 1.25
Flora one pair gloves 1.25
Tuning piano 2.00
Nuts 18
1 doz oranges 20
5 pounds sugar 25
2 lemons
Allspice 2
Citron peel02
1 box honey 10
1 Barrel flour (Red roses 2.90)
I pair gents braces 30
Flat irons 35
Ice bill 5.50
Masonic Fees 4.00
2 tickets to Christmas Concert 1.50
6 lb turkey 1.20
I pound candies 25
½ pound almonds 25
3 pounds raisins 25
½ pound knitting yarn 80
One pair ladies boots 1.40
Church collection 20
1 ladies scarf 1.00
2 pairs ladies hose 95
One pair arm braces 10
Washwoman 50 (ah, everyone gets a break from the laundry duties)
1 bottle shoe polish 25
And the final item. Fare Flora home (To Ste Anne de Bellevue Macdonald College)2.20
I imagine his daughters, Edith 27, Marion 25, Flora 19, gave each other gifts not on the list, likely ribbons and bows from the milliner, for their Easter bonnets, which would be the new hat for the season.
Ummm. Oranges in season. They must have tasted so good. I must admit, the clementines tasted good and juicy this Christmas, although these days you can get them all year around – but most of the time they don’t taste so good.
100 years ago! Imagine.
Ribbons Eaton’s Catalogue 1909
I printed this list in my ebook Threshold Girl, a story based on genuine family letters from the era, family letters belonging to a middle class Canadian family. I have 100’s of these letters, bearing stamps with portraits of Edward VII and George V and some earlier ones with Victoria.
So, you see, this was a middle class list.
I had to include this list in the story, because there exist no letters describing the family’s Christmas day habits. Everyone is home together at Christmas. I can only guess at what they did. Well, they went to church, probably often. That’s a no-brainer as they went to church often even when it wasn’t Christmas. No radio or TV, you see. And the motion picture houses were only in the big city and mostly frequented by the working class.
I may still have something on that very list. The flat iron. I have two of this family’s flat irons. I use them as doorstops. They weigh about 7 pounds each!
My ebook covers the life of Flora Nicholson 18, from April 2011 to June 2012, for it was her year at Teachers College. The Titanic would sink while she was at school. Her sister would attend the funeral of Charles Hays, the President of the Grand Trunk Railway, in the American Presbyterian Church.
Flora’s sisters, Edith and Marion, were already teachers in the big bad exciting city of Montreal. Her brother was out West, in Saskatchewan, clawing his way up the ladder of success, or at least trying to.
Flora spent many a weekend in the City, going to theatre plays at the Princess on Ste. Catherine Street or His Majesty’s Theatre on Guy.
And on other weekends her sisters and their friends would head up to Macdonald College, especially if they were holding a dance. The family was close and protective of ‘the baby’ Flora.
In January 2012, Flora returns to school and graduates and gets a job teaching at a brand new city school, William Lunn, where the students are mostly the children of newly arrived immigrants from Russia.
Many of these immigrants would find work in the textile industry. In Threshold Girl Flora meets up Miss Gouin, a French Canadian textile worker, with eyes on the prize, a glamorous high paying job in millinery, that is the hat-making industry.
Textiles and clothing in those days was made right at home in Quebec – or imported from Britain and the U.S.
Miss Gouin is fictional. Her situation is not. In one scene she describes, all too vividly, the child labour at Dominion Textile. Flora, so protected by her family who aspire to the genteel life, is truly disgusted.




