CtH did a post on FB about her daughter parenting little Buzz. They got him a beanbag game for his birthday. I got to thinking I haven’t posted any vintage stuff for awhile.
It’s a shame kids today are too preoccupied with their iPhones and video games to get outside and play with some of these toys. To my knowledge, we got a few bumps and bruises but nobody died.
WHEN YOU COULDN’T AFFORD A TOBOGGAN, YOU HAD ONE OF THESE. THE STRAPS ALWAYS BROKE AND IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG FOR YOUR BUTT CHEEKS TO GET NUMB FROM THE COLD
[Wait, what? “Couldn’t afford”? My parents told us we had Flying Saucers because they were way funner and only the dorky kids used sleds. MAN did we have a blast on those hills, esp. the one the neighbor kids’ dad built. Their back yard was really steep and it had a pass through some trees into another field below that, so the run was long and FAST and it went through a tree tunnel which, since Flying Saucers don’t steer worth a darn, was really adrenaline making! LOL Plus, the neighbor’s house had a patio with a brick grill on the outer corner. They built the snow run up to the top of the grill, so the start was ON the grill and the first part of the hill was REALLY step, then they put in some banks, then through the trees, then level off and crash land into a snow bank. Whoosh!! – CtH]
[Dunno if she ever tried with my older sibs, but I’m guessing they refused or “lost” them cuz, duh, only dorks wore them. I never had them or strings neither, just the Fear Of Mom if I lost a mitten! That worked better than anything. My mother was a bit of a tyrant. ~CtH]
FOR .79, A GIRL COULD GO INTO ANY GROCERY STORE, DIME STORE OR TOY STORE AND GET A JUMP ROPE, JACKS, SIDEWALK CHALK, AND HANDICRAFT BEADS
[Oh my goodness, YES!! We girls plays with jacks and jump rope for HOURS. We had contests with the boys, cuz they thought they were all that. We won. The sidewalk chalk, not so much, because the school painted hop scotch and four square on the playground, which was across the street from my house. This may be another of those things my mother refused to buy me because some one or more of my four elder sibs had lost it or eaten it or something else. I never could have instrumental lessons cuz my sister wouldn’t practice. And I ate sack lunches every day cuz my stinking brothers got caught taking the cash and making sack lunches, the scumbags! Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen, being a fifth child wah wah wah. ~CtH]
HOPE SOME OF THESE BROUGHT BACK HAPPY MEMORIES. IF NOT, I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU…. YOU MISSED A LOT.
[Yep! And thank you!! Big grins here!!! ~CtH]