A couple weeks ago I wrote a post about the treasure chest Mr. H brought home from his parents house. It is a wooden chest that his Dad made for him filled with *stuff* from his childhood including toys, books and some clothing. We had to replace a broken caster off the bottom of the toy chest which meant that all that *stuff* had to come out forming a huge mound on our garage floor. Here's what I found.
A BIG pile of *stuff*
His PINK cowboy hat and boots!
His little horsey and duck with leather "feet" that flap when it's pushed.
A vintage F.isher P.rice airplane that carries 4 plastic (I mean "real") passengers and their luggage. Notice he's drinking a beer while he plays with his toys now ;)
No collection would be complete without a Mr. P.otato H.ead, wooden trucks, a handmade "My First Book" and a race car pail and shovel.
And last but not least a paper mache clown wearing a parachute and a S.kedoodle (sister product to E.tch-A-S.ketch)
I was a little jealous going through all this stuff because 1) I never had a toy chest filled with toys and 2) Even if I had this stuff it would have been sold at a yard sale a long time ago. We were poor growing up, so if we wanted something new (from someone else's garage sale) we had to sell what we had in order to get it. I miss the stuff I had growing up.