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bito On December - 23 - 2009

The model train, the stuffed toy, the Erector Set, the pair of skates, the doll house, a book, the board game………. and the all time favorite: the Cardboard Box.

Christmas time brings back the childhood memories in many of our favorite toys of our youth.
One of the joys for many now is watching a child playing with a toy and observing them and their imagination at play or, the best,  the privilege of being asked to help and play with the new toy.

My sister found a piece of string off the wrapping of a gift one year and pulled it around, using it a leash, for her new imaginary puppy.  She did this for months and we still chuckle about it. Most paydays my mother would buy my sisters and I a “Little Golden Book”and we all became avid readers and that memory is still talked about by my sister and I.

Did you have a favorite toy that captured your imagination and you played with for years?  Did you receive a gift that turned into a hobby, an avocation or a vocation? A chemistry set to a chemist, a bird book to a “birder”, tap shoes to a dancer, an Erector Set to an engineer……?

Do you have a child, grandchild that plays with a toy that is older than 3 days? Or has developed an interest from that toy?  A paint set to a lover of art?
Or a string and imaginary dog in to dog trainer?  lol
Do not let this memory limit itself to Christmas, use that ample imagination of a child.

During this time of year, let’s take a few moments away from politics, war and our personal problems and share some smiles with each other.

Happy Holidays!

Written by bito

Was once a handsome frog until kissed by an ugly corporate princess.----- Like a well honed knife, the internet can be a wonderful and useful tool. It can be used to prepare and serve a delicious meal or it can be used to cause harm. peace

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  1. javaz says:

    As you know, I’ve been having a hard time recently, but I really do thank you for this wonderful walk down memory lane.
    I didn’t think that I could find the joy of Christmas this year, but I have, and it’s because of this thread by you.
    And I really mean that.
    I hope that you are having a good Christmas Eve, and that you are feeling well.
    Connected with Kalima this morning, and that made my day, plus finding out that KQuark was being released today from the hospital and then the good news -- keeping fingers crossed -- about Emerald’s sister, well, it’s turning into a happy Christmas Eve, and I hope it is for you as well.
    Sorry to hear that your brother is driving you nuts about his scooter being stolen, but that’s what families do -- drive us nuts -- and thank God for that!!!
    Merry Christmas to you.

  2. Chernynkaya says:

    Since I was barely here yesterday and missed all the fun-- I want to add my memories too.

    Dolls, dolls, dolls, were my main thing. But before I get into those, I want to share about something that gave my husband a good laugh at my expense. (not really my expense, but anyway…)It’s relevant to this story that he is 8 years younger than me, so our toys weren’t exactly the same vintage.

    I was reminiscing about my toys and mentioned how I used to play with Mr. Potato Head. He said he liked that too. But then I told him that it was important to get a well-shaped potato, he started laughing uncontrollably, because he never knew that the original toys were meant to be used with real potatoes! He said he imagined something out of Dickens-- a small little girl asking her mother for a potato to play with. But honestly, it was fun sticking the eyes and lips into potatoes!

    Anyway, the dolls. Of course, Barbie-- the ORIGINAL. But way before her were Betsy Wetsy (a doll that peed), Ginnie Dolls (kinda like Madame Alexander dolls), Poor Pitiful Pearl (a homely, pathetic doll with a tragic expression), Chatty Cathy (a talking doll with pull-cord, who wanted to be my friend), and my very first doll. This first doll was unique because it was a baby doll with 4 faces. it wore a baby hoodie and if you rotted its face, it had a different expression: Sleeping, smiling, crying and laughing. Cool!

    Finally, to make this long story longer, the story of my African American doll: This was in the fifties and they didn’t make AA dolls. Here’s the set up. Like most kids in that era, my neighborhood was pretty de facto segregated, and their were very few black people. I only saw them rarely and at age 3 or 4, I thought they were made out of chocolate, so I loved them. Anyway, for my fourth birthday, I told my dad I wanted a “chocolate doll.” He knew what I meant, and damn if he didn’t manage to find a beautiful African American baby doll! I loved that doll, and as I grew up, understood how difficult that was in 1954. And I still am so grateful to my parents who raised me to fight for racial equality and civil rights.

    • javaz says:

      Wow, Cher, thanks for sharing.
      I forgot about Mr. Potato Head -- we never had that -- but you are correct, it did require a real potato.
      I remember from the commercials, but also remember that they still sell that toy, but use a plastic potato.
      What an interesting life you have and have had.
      You should write an article about your life, including your childhood and marrying a man 8 years your junior.
      Are you still married and if so, for how long?
      Or is that too personal to ask?
      Merry Christmas, or is it inappropriate and should I say again, Happy Hanukkah?
      I have no idea, but Happy Winter Solstice to you!!!

      • Chernynkaya says:

        Guess I can’t even have one glass of wine and blog-- I forgot to refresh the page, and had no idea there were replies-- Sorry!

        Anyway, Hiya Javez-- Merry Christmas! Nah-- not too personal. This is my second marriage, and yes, still married for three years, but we’ve been together for nine. I have one son (30) from my first marriage, and he has two girls that live with us-- ages 15 and 18-- Gorgeous Eurasians-- He’s Chinese, his ex is from Spain.

        Someday, I’ll have to blog about being married to someone from such a different culure and about being such an older woman!

        • javaz says:

          Heavens, I’m on my 3rd beer, and um, what were we talking about?

          Hey, do you or anyone else like Josh Grobin?
          Is that his name?
          What a cutie-pie, and what a voice, imho.
          Listening to him now and loving it.
          (did you see that my husband joined?)

          • Chernynkaya says:

            HAHAH! I don’t know-- toys?

            I like Josh Grobin-- amazing voice! I have one of his songs on my iPod-- The name escapes me but “I am strong, when I am on your shoulders…” That one.

            Yes-- I am working my way through the older posts now, but I did see that dgraz is among us-- hooray!

            Anyway, I am a notoriously cheap drunk.

    • bitohistory says:

      Cher, thanks! those are some good memories. My sisters had some of those dolls: Betsy Wetsy- a trainer for all mothers to be? Chatty Cathy should have been de-voiced. Some evil person developed that doll. If my sisters pulled that sting one more time….. That doll with the four faces, I had completely forgotten about that one. That was one strange doll. I played with that one a few times I think I was fascinated by it.
      Thanks for sharing with us.
      Tiger left this link for us. It is fun to look at and remember some of these toys.


      • Chernynkaya says:

        Merry Christmas Bito-- please see the beginning of my above reply to Javez to explain how long it’s taken to reply--LOL!

        You are so right about Chatty Cathy! Do you remember an old Twilight Zone episode about a talking doll? Chatty Cathy always reminds me.

        This little girl had this doll, and she also had a mean step-father. Anyway, the doll drove him nuts and eventually killed him by making him trip down the stairs. I remember being sooo scared by that!

        • javaz says:

          I never had a talking doll, and my mom would never allow me to fill a bottle with water and place it in a doll’s mouth so that it would pee, and I’d be changing a diaper.
          They used to sell them doll bottles that had liquid in them, but it never came out.
          Do you know what I mean or remember them bottles?
          My thing was Barbie and all things Barbie.
          I sold my collection, btw, and regret it, and what a stupid thing to regret.
          My life is full of DOH moments!

          • Chernynkaya says:

            Oh, I absolutely remember those bottles-- I think they still make those kind of dolls.

            But Barbie-- I was obsessed with her. I used to pour over the little booklets of outfits and never had enough money saved to get all I wanted. But then, I would never have been satisfied! I think my adult need to buy too many clothes was shaped by Barbie-- I blame Barbie!

            And I even bought a Ken doll, but face it-- not as much fun to dress a guy.

            • javaz says:

              It’s down lower on this thread, but SS Kresge was a dime store before they became K-Mart, and they sold knock off everything Barbie.
              My mother used to buy me clothes for my Barbie for a fraction of the price.
              I could get the most beautiful outfits and wedding dresses and clothes for Ken or Alan, do you remember Alan and Midge?
              Or Barbie’s little sister, Scooter, or her cousin Francie?
              We could get the outfits for a buck or $1.50, whereby the real Mattel outfits were like 5 dollars or more.
              Oh, and btw, I never owned a real Barbie or any of them.
              Mine were all knock-offs, but I loved them just the same.

            • bitohistory says:

              Cher, My mother was a seamstress, a professional and she designed a sewed for some of the upper crust in the area.
              Anyway, she would make outfits for my sisters Barbies out of the scraps. Those dolls were dressed in some of the finest material any Barbie ever had. Hell, they had real mink/ermine coats! :-)
              I will talk to my sister tomorrow. I WILL ask her about that doll.

            • javaz says:

              I remember one year when my mother had a real coat, well, a coat with a real mink collar.
              It didn’t have the little face, oh gosh, does anyone else remember the days whereby they sold coats with little mink faces and little mink noses and little mink toe nails and feet?
              Well, my mom didn’t have that, but she did have a genuine mink thing that was at the collar, and on Christmas Day, when we knelt at the communion rail, the priest dropped the ‘host’ on her mink collar, and she never wore that coat again.
              I don’t know why.

            • Chernynkaya says:

              Those sound awesome! My mom couldn’t even sew on a button! I would have loved to have custom clothes for my Barbi.

        • bitohistory says:

          Cher, I do remember that episode(now~). Rod Serling! What a creative mind. Why did he get THAT imagination?
          Do you remember the name of that doll with the four faces? I wanted to see if I could find it but I have no idea what it was called.

          • Chernynkaya says:

            I have searched for that doll on ebay, and never found it, and have no idea of its name. I would love to find one--so unusual! It’s actually so cool to have a doll that has four faces. Kind of surreal, actually.

            I bet right now-- or tomorrow-- they’ll be a Twilight Zone marathon on. Serling was brilliant.

          • javaz says:

            I barely remember that doll, but it’s back there somewhere.

  3. bitohistory says:

    It is well past my “meds and bed” time. Good night friends! Keep in touch with your selves.

  4. PepeLepew says:

    I dunno, Christmas was always really weird for me as a kid … for reasons I posted a few days ago.

    All I know is we have *this* in hiding in the garage, behind the camping equipment, for Kiddo:


    • bitohistory says:

      Pepe, that is fantastic! a gift not only to learn with but something that will provide a lifetime of memories and sharing!
      Way to go Guy!! (Will you adopt me? :-))

    • kesmarn says:

      WOWWOWOWOW! I’ve got a 24 year old Kiddo who would kill for one of those!

      ‘Fraid not this year, though, honey…. sorry…

      • PepeLepew says:

        This thing is a BEAST!

        130mm lens!

        • kesmarn says:

          Dare I…dare I ask…ball park figure on the cost of one of these beauties?

          The Kiddo Son has been researching them, but hasn’t mentioned a price point.

          • PepeLepew says:

            $399, but we got a deal on free shipping and handling.

            • kesmarn says:

              That’s actually not as high as I was fearing. Guess it’s a little late to start shopping now, though! 😮 That would definitely have to be a “whole family” gift. But it really does look like a lot of fun. I’m embarrassed to admit that I have never in my life looked at the moon through a telescope. Kinda pathetic, really…

            • PepeLepew says:

              Because if you look at the moon through a telescope, without a very thick filter, it is *incredibly* bright. We got moon and even sun filters for this beast.

            • nellie says:

              Is that true, Pepe? Why is that?

            • PepeLepew says:

              Actually, you look at the moon through a telescope without a filter, you *will* go blind!

              Supposedly, you can see other galaxies with this beast.

  5. kesmarn says:

    b’ito, I just got back home and have to throw in my two cents worth on this great memory thread. (See? There are more of us weighing in all the time! You and j’avaz are not alone.)

    My early childhood Christmases were much like all of the other Planeteers. The “ah-hah” one came a little later. It was the year I turned 16, and through much of the year I had been working a pretty crumby after-school and weekend job, which involved (among other things) mopping floors and cleaning the rodent cages at a medical lab. I was trying hard to save enough money to get the one thing I really craved that year…an acoustic guitar. It was slow going. What with trying to keep my grades up so that I could get a college scholarship and working, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself because I had so little free time. And--natch--I had to part with some of that “hard-earned” to buy presents for my family.

    To this day, I still wonder WHY I was so stunned to find an acoustic guitar under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. But there it was! I mean, it isn’t as though my parents didn’t KNOW I wanted one. I was whining about it all the time! But, for some reason, it never occurred to me that they would actually get it for me!

    I still have that guitar. I played and sang in a trio in high school, and even when I was by myself, I could take my trusty guitar down to the river near our house and soothe away a lot of that teenage angst and those blues that feel so real when you’re sixteen. And look so trivial in the rear view mirror!

    • bitohistory says:

      thanks k’esmarn. Ah, the needs and wants! Your parents would do all they could to keep you clothed, fed and sheltered.All your needs. But you were positive that you absolutely had to have something or it would ruin your life without it.
      You wold scrimp,save and work towards you goal and you never quite had enough savings for that life saving purchase.
      How many times my parents would surprise me with “want” (or the other 1/2 and “saved my life” is countless.
      Thank you for a flood of memories.

  6. Tiger99 says:

    Oh Cool!!! Check This Out!!! This site should bring back memories for all!!! http://www.skooldays.com/

    Click on the Toys link and you can see them by Decade… I am checking out the Saturday Morning link now!!!

  7. Emerald1943 says:

    Hey javaz and bits…. you are not alone with the memories. I have been thinking a lot about my kid sister day, the one who is so terribly ill. I remember when we first got bicycles…she got a shiny green one and I got a red one..Schwinn bikes by the Christmas tree. I also remember as a pre-teen when Santa Claus brought me a little record player for “45” records, something the kids today wouldn’t recognize. I had quite a collection of early Elvis’ singles!

    We used to have parties at the house and invite all our friends. My grandfather would pack a big washtub full of ice and the original Coca-Colas in the glass bottles. We would drink cases of them and dance to our records in the early days of rock ‘n roll! Great memories!

    • javaz says:

      Isn’t it nice to remember what Christmas meant as a child?
      I remember not being able to sleep the night before and how long the night was until morning.
      I was always so excited and loved when my parents would put the tree up a few days before and how they’d decorate everything so pretty.
      My mom would bake cookies and my brothers and I would frost them, and oh, the fun we had eating the broken ones, because you know, you couldn’t save the broken ones and it was amazing how many cookies were broken!

      I love the memory of getting up early on Christmas Day, and putting on a new dress with new shoes for mass.
      We’d go to the 8:00 clock mass that morning and then come home and have a breakfast with ham or bacon and eggs.

      It wouldn’t be until 10:00 or later that we could open gifts, but my father made a huge production out of it.
      He’d sit on the floor by the tree and hand out a gift at a time and we’d all watch as the person tore off the paper and then we’d all ooh and ahh over each present.
      It made the gift opening last for a couple hours and that was so much fun.

      Then afterward we’d play with our toys, some times as a family depending on the game while the turkey baked and the football game was on the TV.

      This piece by b’ito has really brightened the holiday for me and I appreciate it.
      The memories are sweet and I’m so grateful to have them.

    • bitohistory says:

      Emerald, The little phonograph player! We got one with maybe 3 45’s. One was (I think) Roy Rogers-Gene Autry and “Happy Trails.” My sisters and I played that one song so much my Mother was “forced” into buying us a few more children records. She was going batty in that little house, over and over and over! :-)

      • javaz says:

        We had Alvin and the Chipmunks!
        And it still amazes me that that song is still popular!

        And we also had Gene Autry ‘Here Comes Santa Claus’ and ‘Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer.’

        That’s the only 45’s I remember until the Beatles and ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’ and ‘She Loves You’ ya, ya, ya.

  8. javaz says:

    This post has me thinking -- yeah, thinking for me most times leads to trouble -- but I’m so glad that I didn’t grow up in the era of video games or other electronic toys of today that require very little imagination or thinking.
    My brother had the imaginary dog, and he fashioned a wire and wound that with ribbon for a leash.
    My brothers also had board games galore, and one of my favorites was ‘Dogfight.’
    We didn’t grow up with the kitchens or forts they sell nowadays, but we built or own using cardboard boxes and large round barrels that ALL laundry soap used to come in.
    We weren’t athletic kids, but we did play badminton and croquet in the summer, and then in the winter, we’d build elaborate castle/forts from snow.
    The movie ‘A Christmas Story’ about the Red Ryder BB Gun most closely resembles my childhood right down to the neighborhood.
    We did have a TV though, black and white and it had tubes that would burn out and my dad used to remove them and take them down to a place for replacement.
    At Christmas we had the aluminum tree with all blue bulbs and the rotating color discs, and I always thought that tree was so pretty.
    Ah, the good old days.

    • bitohistory says:

      j’avaz, seems you and I are the only ones that have fond Holiday memories to share. I am enjoying yours immensely! My grandfather bought one of those aluminum trees with the color wheels one year. My sisters and I were amazed at first watching it turn colors!

      • javaz says:

        It’s still early, b’ito, and right now people are too serious about HCR and politics, and that’s understandable, but I desperately needed this break!
        Honestly, it’s cheering me up considerably and putting me in the spirit of Christmas!

        • bitohistory says:

          j’avaz, I’m almost in the mood to shovel snow!

          • javaz says:

            My brother in Michigan said they already have about a foot and a half of snow, and starting tonight they have an ice-storm predicted to begin through tomorrow.

            Yup, don’t miss it at all, but sure love seeing it on the tee-vee!

            Hey, did you read that Tuscon is number 10 out of ten spots to retire?

  9. javaz says:

    Did anyone else love playing with cut-out dolls?
    They cost maybe 25 to 50 cents, and it would take me hours to cutout all the paper outfits, and my favorite paper doll was the Lennon Sisters, since the package they came in folded open and part of it was the inside of a house with the half-doors and then the other section of the tri-fold was a horse stall with a pasture scene in between.

    Did anyone else play with Colorforms?
    My brother and I used play for hours with one in particular -- Yogi Bear and Huckleberry Hound, oh yeah, and then there was another really cute one of the 101 Dalmatians.
    Those were such cheap things, yet we loved them.

    • bitohistory says:

      j’avaz, I vaguely remembered Colorforms.

      “Miss Weather was just the beginning. Soon, characters like Popeye and Sleeping Beauty, familiar to kids from books and television, found their way into the Colorform sets.”

      Which set did you have?

      • javaz says:

        Happy Christmas Eve, B’ito!!!!

        We had the Yogi Bear and Huckleberry Hound and the 101 Dalmations, and I had another one that I can’t remember, but it had dishes and pots and pans, and you could set a table and place things on the stove.

        AdLib said he needed 10 more members to reach 200, so I asked my husband to join, and he read the Festivus article by Marion and was impressed.
        He signed up!
        He likes writing letters to our little local newspapers, so maybe he’ll write something here someday!

        • bitohistory says:

          j’avaz, And Merry Christmas to you and yours.
          I gave your husband a hello. That is cool.
          Been a bit distracted today, my baby brother had his motor scooter stolen last nite/ early this morning. Merry fucking Xmas for some body. He is pissed and he let’s me know every 15 minutes. What a bummer.
          Oh. Well….

          • javaz says:

            Well, as much as a bummer as that is, having something stolen, it’s, as you know, not the end of the world.
            My husband read the Festivus thread, and that took him awhile, and while he was reading that, I walked the dog around the house.
            It’s cold, isn’t it? For us desert rats.
            It does feel like Christmas!
            I talk to my husband all the time about this site, so he knows you and everyone else.
            Keven7 is going to like him, if he does post, and he’s especially going to like his friend -- RonH -- since Ron loves to debate and is contrary.
            I hope my husband will post and I think he will, but it’ll mean that I’ll have to read it all later.
            Right now, dgraz is working on his computer, since he had a hard-drive, not the hard-drive of his computer, but a thing that he can make a copy, well, it’s all too much for me, but he’s working on that since the new thing arrived today.
            I have no idea what I am talking about, but he knows computers.

            • bitohistory says:

              j’avaz, this is fine/nice reading all these comments a memories. Each comment brings back ten more things that are warm memories.
              When my father was dying of cancer years ago, he got in this habit of saying “every day is a good day.” We have to value each day, no matter how hard/bad of a day it may seem at the time. I think I got a dose of that when the doc said to me I had stage IV cancer. :-)

              (my brother has called me twice since I started this comment 😆 )

            • bitohistory says:

              j’avaz, I wasn’t trying to bring up that memory of death, I was attempting to bring up the joy of each and every day. Good day or not. Each day is a good day.
              Congats on your anniversary.
              My brother and I are speculating if his bike is in Mexico by now. I say it will go across the border after Christmas, disguised as a present in the back of a pick-up. :-)

            • javaz says:


              My father died of cancer, and it was years ago, 1985, before they prescribed the meds to stop the pain.
              That’s not a memory I want this night, but bring it up, because of KQ’s article about being in the hospital, and then kesmarn explaining how things have changed.
              I also read something today about an act of Congress 10 years ago that told doctors to prescribe sufficient meds to stop pain.
              My God, it took an act of Congress to tell doctors or the medical profession to give patients meds in the whatever doses to stop the pain?

              Families are fun, aren’t they?
              My 2 remaining brothers -- well, I don’t want to think about that tonight either.

              Did you know that December 26th is my wedding anniversary?
              I would have married my husband on Christmas Eve had it been allowed at the time in the Catholic Church, because tonight is my favorite night all year.
              It’s the most holiest and romantic night of all, imho.

    • Emerald1943 says:

      Hi Javaz!

      Heck yes, I played with “paper dolls” when I was growing up. I am probably a few years your senior…and came along before the Lennon sisters. But we did have Miss America to pay with! My sister and I spent countless hours holding our own pageants and beauty contests. Cheap toys but worth a million in memories!

    • bitohistory says:

      J’avaz, thank you for the memories! So often it was the simple inexpensive gifts that made the one remember that stick in your mind.
      One year, my parents bought us a subscription to a book with monthly updates called “Pack-O-Fun.” I’m sure my sisters and I thought “Oh, a book, where are they toys?”
      Ends up we spent countless hours making many of the projects from that simple book for many years. And every month we would look forward to that months projects.
      I think I tried to make a willow whistle at least a dozen times before I made one that “sorta” worked.
      Oh, so simple-Oh, what fun-Oh, what memories!

      • javaz says:

        Do you remember when grocery stores handed out Gold Bell Gift Stamps?
        Do you even know that those were?
        Well, there was a time the grocery store gave out dinosaur stickers, and you had to buy the book to glue them in, and I think the book was a quarter.
        But that book and collecting them stamps taught me all about dinosaurs!

        • bitohistory says:

          j’avaz, Gold Bell stamps and S&ampH Green Stamps! Licking those things, sticking them in the book and yelling out “Mom! Another booked filled!”

  10. Tiger99 says:

    When I was 9 my Grandfather gave me a harmonica kit, back in the day those things came in a big box with a 45 RPM instruction record and a nice book to accompany the record… I still have that harmonica and occasionally use it on Stage to this day… So yes it has become a major part of my life…

    One of my fondest memories of Christmas when it comes to my children is the year when my son was 4 and everyone(Grandparents/Aunts] all had purchased expensive Big Toys most of which were for older kids… I gave him some plastic dinosaurs, just plain ole plastic dinosaurs that didn’t growl or move you know the kind where a kid gets to engage their imagination with to play… He never played with the other toys all day ,just the dinosaurs using his imagination (growling, fighting with them, eating the plastic army men)… Well, this eventually offended my “Manson In Law” and her aggravation of the fact he was totally ignoring her 100 dollar robot and that it upset her to the point of actually coming up to me and saying “I hate you” has giving me a great deal of self gratification… Heh Heh Heh…

    • bitohistory says:

      Tiger, Wow, 9 years old and you still have it!!
      The best gift may be the imagination. The second may be a gift that lets you use it!
      Nice story.

  11. javaz says:

    Hiya B’ito!
    Very nice post and timely.
    My favorite childhood toy was Barbie and anything and everything Barbie.
    I received my first Barbie when I was 4 years old and continued over the years to receive other dolls, such as Ken, Midge, Alan, Scooter, Trixie and Barbie’s cousin -- Francie.
    I even had Barbie’s poodle and cat!
    Plus a Barbie car.
    Back in the day, there was a store SS Kresge that later became K-Mart and they sold knock-off Barbie clothes for a fraction of the price of the genuine Mattel clothes.
    The thing that appealed to me as a child was the imagination of playing with the dolls and making them have successful, perfect lives.
    My Barbie wasn’t a nurse, but a doctor, and Ken was an airline pilot.
    I had to force myself to pack my dolls away before I reached 13 years old, because no one was playing with dolls as long as I did, and it was my little dark secret.
    Every year I’d take all the dolls out and change their outfits, and I did that until I was 18 years old!
    To this day, I still love walking down the aisles of toy stores and admiring the dolls and all the accoutrement that go with them.
    My imagination still takes me back with envy when I see the Barbie RV camper or Barbie house with pool.
    I used to use old tissue boxes and make a bathtub and break them up and make appliances with construction paper and glue.
    My parents always said the money the dolls cost and the dollar or two for a new outfit for them was well worth it because it kept me busy for hours and hours on end.
    I still miss my childhood when the dolls were my fantasy world.

    • bitohistory says:

      j’avaz, I was thinking of you when I wrote this. Your Thanksgiving post was enjoyable and the comments were good.

      The barbie brought back a flood of memories and my sisters and their Barbies. Warm tears of joy. Thanks for sharing some joy.

      • javaz says:

        I’m so glad you posted this, b’ito.
        I loved toys as a child, and still do.
        My brothers had the erector set, the train set, and Lincoln Logs.
        The only thing they ever really made with the erector set was the Ferris Wheel, and the log cabin with the Lincoln Logs.
        The train set was very old and actual smoke puffed out from the stack, plus you could press a red button and the train would sound.
        It was awesome.
        Oh yeah, and one brother also had the ‘Invisible Man’ that was all plastic and then he painted all the internal organs and veins on the body part and then assembled it.
        And they had a cool thing called ‘Mentor’ that was a head and you’d stick in a card and have to pick the right answer and then pull the head and it would light up if you got the right answer.
        Gosh, the memories are flooding back and they’re wonderful.
        Thanks for the memories, b’ito!

        • bitohistory says:

          j’avaz, The Erector Set was special gift to me. Perhaps, not just the hours I spent making things with my buddies but my Father and I getting on the floor and him helping me build some of my first projects.
          Many! years later I was told I had very good “spatial perception” “What”?” I thought. Years later I read an article that listed it as a good gift for a child to develop it. Who’d thunk?

          Thanks for you memories, seems many here have none to share

  12. bitohistory says:

    image. What image?

    My Bestest Puppy

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