MEMORY LANE… THE TOYBOX

I decided to forego the regular post today. It’s getting tiring posting a bunch of crap about BB’s “scandals.” Let’s be clear — these are not scandals.This is criminal behavior and it’s who she is. It’s just sickening.

So I decided to post some memories of the things we played with that didn’t require batteries or WiFi to work. I’ll include a little information since I used to deal in vintage toys and am an expert in cap guns.

Mattel released the first Barbie in 1959. The first six years they were numbered Barbie#1 through #6. They were made in Japan before the manufacture was moved to China. All the features, nails, lips, and eyes, were all hand-painted. The first two dolls had holes in the feet for the special stands that came with them. Ladies…search your attic. This is the #1 blonde ponytail Barbie. If you have her in the box with the wrist tag and stand, you’re looking at north of $5,000.
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This is the Mattel Fanner 50. When I started collecting, this was the first one I bought, since I said the same thing everybody would tell me at the toy shows I did: ‘I used to have one of these.’ It wasn’t a particularly well made toy, but Mattel recognized the value of advertising on Saturday morning cartoon shows, and they were fairly inexpensive. They sold over 40 million of them. With the single holster in the box was about $2.50. Today in mint condition this is worth about $200.00.
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THE 1969 CHRISSY DOLL
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THE KENNER GIVE-A-SHOW PROJECTOR c. 1961.
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The 1960’s Wooly Willy. Somebody had the idea to enclose some steel shavings and take a magnet so you could move them around to make beards and hair on the face.They sold millions of these.
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These were 19 cents.The elastic string always broke. Granny still found.. uh… uses for the paddle.
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The cootie game.c.1949
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I had a Joe Palooka bop bag. There was sand in the bottom so when you hit it it popped right back up. Great way to work off aggression, even though we didn’t know what it was called. Note the aluminum Christmas tree with the color wheel in the background.
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Mrs. Beasley;1967
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Magic Slates…so simple, but we played with them for hours
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I’m betting CtH or Bob had one of these
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1965.. it seemed these things went a mile in the air
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13 responses to “MEMORY LANE… THE TOYBOX

  1. freedom1781

    I am almost 40 and I played with Wooly Willy, a Paddle Ball, a Magic Slate and Lite Brite. Lite Brite was one of my favorite toys. We had the Cootie game but the edition that came out in the 70s.

    My 8 y.o. daughter has a toy gun, a horse on a stick, cowgirl boots and a pink cowgirl hat which she loves to play with. For Halloween last year, she was Audra from Big Valley. Of course, none of her classmates knew who Audra was so DD got strange looks. Eventually, she got tired of talking about Audra and Big Valley so she just said that she was a cowgirl. DD loves Westerns. The Rifleman, Bonanza and Big Valley are her favorites. (DD is probably the only kid at her school who knows who Chuck Connors was or who can sing the lyrics of the Bonanza theme song.) When she was a little pipsqueak, we’d watch John Wayne movies that we collect. She’s also seen some Tom Selleck Westerns, too. I wish my FIL was alive, he’d just get a kick out her love of Westerns.

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  2. Pistol Pete

    I was born in 1950 and westerns really started being produced about 1957-58.There were cowboy shows on every night of the week.Hopalong Cassidy(William Boyd) recognized very early that TV was going to be huge,so he sold,pawned and borrowed himself into bankruptcy to buy his films back from the studio.He cut them into half hour episodes and they started airing in 1950.There were over 1800 different products bearing his name or likeness like banks,dairy products,lunchboxes,you name it.The royalties made him a very rich man.
    The Rifleman was/is my all-time favorite show.I’ve seen every episode many.many times.It can still be seen on Saturdays on AMC and daily on MeTV.Hubley made the gun,called a Flip Special.I saw a full rack of them it the FW Woolworth store in 1959.They were $4.95,$5.15 with tax.My allowance was .25/week.Think how long I had to save to buy one.But,oh,it was worth it!
    Today this gun is worth $175-$250,depending on condition.In the box,$400-500.00

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    • freedom1781

      We don’t have cable so we watch a lot of MeTV for DD’s Westerns. A few years before my FIL died, he told me that the main reason that he loved Westerns so much was because the bad guys lost and the good guys won.

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    • I am a female and I used to watch Hopalong Cassidy

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    • Daughter, Milady, and I just recently watched the first Hopalong Cassidy TV show. Didn’t seem to be cut up from a movie, but I hadn’t been thinking about it.

      It seems a really, really, really long time ago I would lie on the floor, head cradled in hands, watching the old black-and-white. Always liked Hoppy.

      freedom1781, “bad guys lost and good guys won” — a-yup. Clear-cut good and evil, clean-cut good guys (although often with scruffy sidekicks). Television Westerns, comic book superheroes, “young adult” (as they’d say today) books, back when, didn’t just tell stories, they portrayed morality, virtue, uprightness… as if they were to be valued. The percentage of society among whom this still holds, seems diminished. Boy, do I sound like a geezer?

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  3. Is this the geriatrics ward? Let me get my Geritol and Metamucil and check it out. Shuffle shuffle shuffle cough wheeze.

    I brought up the first picture and said, this is the first Barbie. Milady looked at it and said, yes, it sure is. She remembers. My little sister, who is about the same age as Barbie, had Barbie, Ken, the whole cast, the house, the car. Despite our best attempts to shield our daughter from such gender-biasing toys, she also always had a lot of the dolls (many inherited) and all the clothes. And shoes. Oh, the shoes!

    It’s a contest in my mind which is more painful to step upon barefoot in the middle of the night, a one-dot Lego or a Barbie high heel. Jacks beat both of those, of course. I’m sure I’ve stepped on all three. Repeatedly.

    Don’t remember what guns we ran around with as kids. Went through a lot of caps, I remember. Never enough things that went bang.

    Didn’t have the Kenner projector, but I did have a projector that would show View-Master disks on a wall. Not as cool as seeing them 3D in the viewer, but better for group viewing. We had a huge stack of the disks. Being 4th of 5 kids meant I benefited from some media-accumulation.

    The 3-D viewer:

    Magnetic drawing, and lift-to-erase drawing pads (the poor man’s Etch-a-Sketch) – mostly played with those over at my buddy Tom’s house. And I mean played with until those lift-to-erase boards would hardly take an image. Tom was 3rd out of 4 kids, so his house also had a lot of accumulated goodies.

    Those paddleball sets pictured were the worst. Thin wood, tiny paddle, cheap rubber band which, if it didn’t break, would stretch out. Seems t’me there were slightly better models which worked well and you could really get a steady rhythm and high count going. Maybe that’s just my once upon a time imagination. Or maybe my older brothers did custom modifications.

    Out at the Farm, as we called it as kids, there were games for when we were not out baking our brains in the Oklahoma summer sun. There were Pixy Sticks, dominoes, other old standards. And Cootie. There was some game you were supposed to play to assemble the bugs, but we usually just stuck parts together any weird way we could. Then the Farm house was abandoned for a quarter century. All those toys rotted away in a drawer in a cabinet. It was a punch in the gut when I tore the rot out and found the old toys in the ruins. That’s the house we live in now.

    Aside: The house had planters underneath the windows. When I was very young, I was playing with a toy metal car, dropped it into the shrubbery, and never could find it. Over the decades, the planters caused water to be funneled into the house. After we acquired the farm, I tore out those planters. I found the car and immediately remembered losing it, after not having thought about it for decades, That was a strange, deep feeling to make that time-travel connection.

    I recall having a punching bag clown when I was really young. Probably didn’t last long, as somebody got too rough with it. (Not that my brothers were ever hard on my toys.) Wish they’d kept it in good repair. As a kid, I had a real need to punch something frequently. Come to think of it, I still could use one. Punching bag rodeo clown. :O

    Superballs were great. Dangerous. But great.

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  4. chrissythehyphenated

    I had some of these, but thinking back … my favorites were my Ginny doll, jacks, jump rope, and a red rubber inflated ball we used to play a kind of handball with against the school wall. And books. Books. Books. Books. :))

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  5. Nothing can beat my baby doll. I still own her and her name is Karen. I have some other items as well but Karen is my prize doll. She did get a new body.

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  6. My favorite doll when I was little was an authentic Japanese baby doll, which my Aunt Martha (who lived in Japan for many years) had given me. I loved that doll. Growing up in a lily-white suburb where one rarely saw anyone who wasn’t Caucasian, I had a fascination with other ethnicities. (One of my friends had a black baby doll — or Negro, as they were called back then — and I was so envious of her.) My Japanese baby doll had a porcelain head and hands and a soft cloth body, and its clothes were made of embroidered silk. I wish I still had it. I’m sure it wouldn’t be worth anything, but it had great sentimental value.

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  7. Bonnie Buckreis

    I have a Cootie game from 1949 and I use to play with it but I don’t ;et my grandkids touch it cause kids now a days don’t know how to take care of things its not all kids but most.

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