Joy Perfume by Jean Patou

My father brought my mother a bottle of JOY perfume and a box of JOY dusting powder when he returned from World War II. They had been married the day before he was to be shipped over to England. Five and a half years later he returned home. A year later my brother was born. My Mother gets a bottle of Joy every Christmas, my father has pasted away, so we believe Santa leaves the Joy for her. My Mother will be 100 years old in August. Every morning, when she dresses in the nursing home, she put a little Joy behind each ear. THANK YOU JOY, FOR MY OLDER BROTHER AND FOR KEEPPING MY SWEET MOTHER SMELLING SO SWEET ALL THE LAST 70 YEARS.

Written by A SOUTHERN BELLE, COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA on June 23, 2015