Thanks to Maggi and her wonderful blog Circle 7-2099 for the inspiration of today's post ;)
Most of everyone's childhood treasures slip away over the years. Mom was very good at making regular donations to the Goodwill while I was dutifully away at school trying to do my best to excel at the subjects of recess, lunch, and watching the clock slowly creep to 3:00pm. When I came home, little did I suspect that my own dear sweet Mother had performed the dreaded toy-donation run behind my back! It was years before I caught on to the horrible truth, and to then take counter measures.
Hiding stuff under my bed was one method that I tried early on ... But.... it had mixed results. Somehow Mom would always find that stash when she knelt down to pick up my dirty socks (also kicked under the bed). As I became older, I grew more skilled in the fine art of sneaky-ness. Finally, I out-sneaked Mom by stashing the most precious items of my loot up in the attic crawlspace (I'm still pretty proud of my brilliance!). At last my goodies were safe! And so my days of hording-run-amok began...
Anyhoos... from early on the easiest thing for a kid to collect and stash safely away from the dreaded toy purgings is the small pocket-size stuff: bubblegum cards, foriegn coins, pocket knives, pop bottle caps, stamps, lady fingers, army men.... I saved mine in the old cigar box.
Most of the loot I collecting were hand-me-downs from Brother Dear, my Dad, the Grandparents, and Uncle Richard. There's my cubscout patches, the green rabbit's foot that my dog Phoebe chewed on, pocket knives, water pistols, a penny flattened on the railroad tracks behind our home, a cap gun spool of blanks, a promo pen from my Grampa's barber shop, arrowheads, a spoon from the Dairy Queen down the street, and my brother's old baseball card collection. Oh and souvineer photos from the 1933 Chicago World's Fair from Grandma E.!
This collection's estimated value = Priceless!
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