Only one apple at Christmas

This picture is a part of a photography exhibition hanging in the window of a local bookstore/café. The model is a 94 years old lady who lives in Hrísey, a small island here in Eyjafjörður fjord. The photographer is related to her, and visited her on the 19th of June, the day Icelandic women got their right to vote. I liked the photos, and loved the text that followed them. It consisted of small fragment of memories from a lifetime. Mostly from when the woman, Helga Jónsdóttir, was young. 

Here she is describing Christmas:
Dear lord, you got one apple at Christmas.   You ate it all, the peel and everything, nothing should go to waste. I remember thinking how nice it would be to have an apple more often. 

You can allow yourself so much more today, and things that once were so extraordinary wonderful, have now become ordinary. 

This last sentence really got me thinking. It's so true. There are so few things today that are a real treat. But I remember from my own childhood, that a friend of the family used to give us a box of apples for Christmas, and in my memory those apples smelled and tasted deliciously :)