Today's Wonder of the World is...Old Toys!
It's a wonder to me how happy I can get just by looking at my old toys. Like Snoopy Sniffer. With his felt ears. How I loved those felt ears.
This post all started when I couldn't stand how messy my office was (okay, I admit it-- I was really procrastinating rather than working on a difficult chapter in my new book) so I decided to tackle the junk piling up.
In the junk I discovered some old pictures!
Yey, old pictures! I abandoned my cleaning straight away and sat down for a look- see.
It's Christmas of 1969. Look, I'm pulling the string of our See and Say. And there's my Barbie case! With it's plastic-y smell. I LOVED that plastic-y smell!
And look! There's my plastic-y smelling doll house on the right side of the picture, the one that had a little elevator and a wall that could be snapped shut for easy carrying around my house! I carried that thing everywhere!
Since I wasn't ready to get back to my writing, I started thinking more about that doll house. Here are the questions I pondered:
1. The house was too small for my tall Barbies. What kind of dolls lived in that house?
2. How did that elevator work? Did the elevator door snap shut? Or not?
3. Wasn't there a patio on the back from a little part of the wall that flipped open?
4. Why did all my favorite toys emit a strong plastic-y/vinyl-ish smell, and just what were those chemicals doing to my brain?
So I decided to do some research.
GUESS WHAT I FOUND ON EBAY?!!!!!
See! It's the same one in my Christmas picture! OH, the memories. I could smell the plastic-y/vinyl-ish heavenly aroma! I could see the little yellow crank that moved the elevator up and down. And the faux fireplace and the faux pond and faux walkway. And the bed that folded down! I LOVED that bed! (Here I go with the exclamation points again. Sorry. I'll try to calm myself.)
They even had a back view!! (I can't help it.)
There's the latch that you twist to let down the patio floor! And that cat in the tree and the dog in the window!
I felt such satisfaction. Such joy!
But what about the dolls that went with it? It's a Liddle Kiddle House. They must be Liddle Kiddles.
"I could get back to work," I thought, "but I will probably blog about this. I must find the dolls. For my readers' sake." (See how much I think about you people?)
Look what I found.
I remember these Kologne Liddle Kiddles. (I am aware that I misspelled cologne, but that is how they spelled it. These toy makers have no respect for spelling. After all, they named it Liddle Kiddles.)
They're Kologne Liddle Kiddles because they had a scent. This one was honeysuckle, I believe.
Honeysuckle! I just blogged about honeysuckle!
I love when things come full circle. It fills some need that I have.
On my way out ebay's front door, I happened to see this beauty.
Our old chime ball for the bathtub. Do you know I still beg Sam to take a bath in the tub any time we go to my parents' house, just so I can bounce that chime ball around in the water and listen to the tinkly sounds before he gets in? (He's too big to let me stay in the bathroom while he bathes, but he does let me get the water ready. While I'm in there I play with the ball and the plastic purple cat that my mother still has that I used to bathe with. Steve, I want that cat someday. I'll fight you for it. Maybe when all the grandchildren are in their twenties Mom will let me take it home.)
The thought just occurred to me that perhaps I shouldn't reveal all this to you. That I still like to play with my old bath toys.
I'm forty three.
Here's something else that I probably shouldn't admit that I LOVE.
I will not explain myself.
Except I think we had a slightly older version.
Oh my gosh. I just remembered...do you know what song this teaching clock played when you wound it up?
MY GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK!
Ah, once again, I've come full circle.
(If you missed the blog on clocks and this song, you must click HERE. Otherwise you'll never see a Japanese man play the song on the slide-radish and that would be a tragedy.)
So there you have it. Happiness through old toys.
Did you have any of my same toys? Which toys were your favorites? Was your mother nice enough to give them to you, or did she hog them up for those darn grandchildren? (Grandchildren get all the fun!)
Tell me, tell me your toy stories.
(But before you do, take a look at this video. You won't believe it. The first minute is the best!)
Have a wonder-full Friday everybody!