I had a long walk home and I was all upset and angry, and all the things you feel when somebody breaks up with you.
And so I fired the present under the Christmas tree. After my family opened their gifts at Christmas, there was still one Christmas gift left and it's the gift this girl Vicki had given me.
I told my family, 'I'm never going to open that present.'
Now, Adrian is launching a campaign so he can reunited with Vicki. He wrote on Facebook: "She broke up with me at this time of the year in 1970 and that was when she gave me the gift. She left me for an older guy named Wolf who she called Wolfie."
In a 1977 diary, when I was studying at Humber College, there is a notation that I had met her sister Stephanie and she had given me three phone numbers to use to contact her sister. One for Vicki, another for Sears (where she was working?) and the last for her parents.
I called each number yesterday using three different Toronto area codes but all three numbers are out of service. The numbers are 40 years old after all.
We had a brief reunion in 1977 and we discovered that while we still liked one another, our lives had changed so much that we really did not have that much in common with one another anymore.
Even though I vowed 47 years ago to never open the gift, I might consider doing so on the 50th anniversary. The icing on the cake (so to speak) would be finding this woman and having her join the celebration!
His wife eventually put a stop Adrian placing the present under the tree every Christmas, unsurprisingly. But he still gets it out every Christmas to look at.