When I was a young child my brother and I would dump out the contents of our Christmas stockings to get to the sweet, bright orange stuck way down in the toe of our stockings. I know its hard to believe in today's world but we actually anticipated with pleasure the single orange we always knew we'd find there. In the 1950's a lower middle class child didn't have oranges anytime they wanted one. Do they in today's world? Would they want one in their stocking? I honestly don't know....
Starting in November Clementines arrive in the local grocery stores. My husband and I watch for them; anticipating their arrival with as much pleasure as my brother and I once anticipated our Christmas oranges. My brother is gone. Its nice to have a Christmas fruit to recall the happy Christmases of our shared childhood.
