Showing posts with label toys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toys. Show all posts

Thursday, December 20, 2012

MERRY CHRISTMAS

 
from the farmer and me.
May the season be bright with the spirit of Christmas.
 
No snow here, but we did have some rain last night, much needed rain, and today the wind is howling from the west, so we know winter is coming tomorrow.
 
I finally got the Christmas tree put up, fake branches fluffed out and old decorations hung around it.  But this year it has a little something special added:
 
 
a circa 1940 train set,
 
 
 
with signal lights and barriers.  I added three little village buildings, a fence with cattle, trees, and children playing in the snow.  Can't you almost hear the train whistle as it rolls through the countryside?
 
There is a story about this train, similar to the story of the country mouse and the city mouse.  When the farmer was a boy, and the fields along the creeks were plowed each spring for crops, he and his brother could always find really nice arrowheads in the turned dirt.  They saved them until there was a small bucketful.  Meanwhile, their city cousin had this train that he no longer played with, and when he saw the arrowheads he suggested that they could be traded to him in exchange for the train.  It seemed to be a wonderful idea to two country boys who had only dreamed of ever having a train set!  So, the trade was made, and I can only imagine the hours of fun they had with the train.
 
The farmer looks back now and thinks it might not have been such a good trade on their part, but I'm glad he has the train.  Of course the electrical part doesn't work anymore but it's a great connection to his boyhood and I'm glad he brought it out of storage for our Christmas.  But -- don't tell the American Pickers we have it!
 
Charlotte 
 
 
 

Friday, April 6, 2012

April ~ Little Quilt

April's little quilt, called Bachelor Buttons, was designed by Darlene Zimmerman. The pattern was in the February, 1999 issue of American Patchwork & Quilting magazine; the fabrics are from Connecting Threads. The blocks are 3 inches square set together with 1/2 inch sashing strips, and the finished size of the quilt is approximately 17 1/2" x 20 1/2". It was machine pieced and hand quilted.

The little doll stroller was a Christmas present from Santa, some sixty plus years ago.

Charlotte

Monday, September 19, 2011

Colorful Caterpillar

Every now and then when I'm giving a gift at a baby shower, I like to throw in a little handmade gift; plus, it gives me an excuse to make something. This colorful caterpillar made a sweet, easy-to-make toy for a little one. I seem to remember the pattern came from a copy of the magazine, Country Woman, a few years ago. Since I don't know who submitted the pattern, I can't give credit where credit is due.

The sections are fastened together with Velcro and therefore allows the child to learn to take them apart and put them back together. Also, if you notice, one section's side matches another section's side; another game of learning to match colors.

Give him a sweet little face by embroider, applique, or paint,


and a cute print for his end, and you have a colorful caterpillar, all ready to crawl into fun.
Enjoy, Charlotte








Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Camera



I wanted to go to town. I had been saving my money, a nickel from Grandpa at Christmas, and another one from a Sunday afternoon visit, and a dime from an uncle. With the twenty five cents I already had, this made forty five cents and now I could buy something at the Ben Franklin store. New store-bought paper dolls would be nice, but I had lots of dolls cut from catalogs. Jigsaw puzzles were better put together in the wintertime. My jacks weren't bent and the ball stilled bounced straight, so I didn't need those either. Wanda suggested that I get new barrettes for my hair, but since Mama had cut my hair short, I didn't need them.


I went around the ends of the shelves at the store, and there it was: a camera! It was perfect! When I asked Mama how much it cost, she said the tag had forty nine cents written on it; four more cents than I had, so Mama said she would pay the extra pennies and the sales tax for me, but did I understand that the camera wasn't real? I didn't care; it looked real, and what fun I could have with it, because whenever the button was pressed, a silly little face popped out! I wouldn't tell anyone it wasn't real, and when I "took" pictures it would be a surprise.

I took pictures of everyone I saw, and each time the ugly little face popped out on its spring and wobbled around in people's faces. After a while, Wanda got tired of it and asked Mama to make me put it away, saying she couldn't believe I used my money to buy the thing! Maybe it was foolish, but it was my camera, and it always went to the play house along with the dolls and dishes, and when school started, Mama let me take it to school where I had a whole new bunch of people who didn't know about the silly face.

And then one day, the spring that popped the little face out of the camera broke. It couldn't surprise anyone anymore, but it still looked like a real camera. So I took the ugly little face and the camera and put them inside my trunk in the smokehouse with the rest of my special things.


Do you have a special toy you remember?


Charlotte




Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Toys

How do you think toys made today compare with those 40 - 45 years ago? I know what I think: way down on the scale from one to ten. Plastic has overtaken the toy industry and very few toys now require some degree of imagination. Too many are electronic, giving the child little opportunity to be active in his or her playtime, maybe resulting in some of our problems with obesity in children. I can't imagine sitting for hours twiddling my thumbs on some little gadget.

It is my feeling that the best toys came out of the 1960's through the 1980's; maybe it's because those were the years when my girls were playing with toys. My generation had toys which were fair: dolls, metal trucks, bicycles, metal doll dishes, jigsaw puzzles, etc. My parents had less; they made toys from objects around them and made up games to play outside.

Now I hope you don't think of me as a hoarder when you see and read about the toys on this post. We kept most of the girls' toys for them, although none has shown a real interest in them since they're grown. But when their children were born, I was glad to bring things out of storage for them to play with. Someday, when the time comes to clear things out of this house, they'll know which toy belonged to whom and they can dispose of them as they please.

These two toys were given to Daughter One on her first birthday, making them forty seven years old. (Sorry for revealing your age.) The old red race car still rolls, although a little wobbly, after years of Indy 500 runs down the hall and back. The musical chime toy in the front, well, what can I say about it except it has been loved by babies and hated by adults. It makes a really loud chime! It's still able to chime when pulled although its wheels have pieces broken off and its handle was replaced with a string a long time ago.

I know the Army Jeep was given to Daughter Two and would be around forty six years old. It hardly has a scratch on it but I think it used to have a canopy. The truck was probably a shared toy since they were so close to the same age. It sits on top of a cabinet in my kitchen, loaded with antique wooden stacking blocks.


By the time Daughter Three came along, Fisher Price toys were available and I believe the barn was one of the first of their toys which she got for Christmas in the coming years. Some of the decorative decals have come off, but the cow still moos when the door is opened. The "little people" have faded smiles; in this picture the mom and farmer are from a later set. All the grandchildren called this woman, "Mama Charlotte" because she was the only one with white hair and I have white hair. The cow is almost as good as new, but the dog has lost his ears, and the horse, well, he can't hold his head up and he's lost all four feet! Poor horse!


This is an assortment of wooden toys: Lincoln Logs, Tinker Toys (a bit worn so they don't fit as well as they used to), stacking rings, a pounding bench (another annoying noise maker), and the pull toy, mother duck and her babies.


This old hen is in marvelous condition for her age. Her decals are good, her pull string is still attached, and best of all, she still cackles when pulled. That noise doesn't annoy anyone. She's around forty seven years old.
And last, but certainly not least, is Mr. Bim. What can one say about Mr. Bim other than I believe he's reached the same social status as the Velveteen Rabbit; he's almost real. He's been dragged around for about forty years, had that banana stuffed inside his mouth no telling at the times, and used as a nap partner. I think everyone loved him with the exception of one granddaughter who was afraid of him.
So, that's a visit with the past. Two generations of little hands have played with these toys and I bet another generation would enjoy them too. Do you have saved toys?
Charlotte