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Good morning, Marian! Cute photo! 😀
Thanks, Merril! 😀
You’re welcome!
Was this Cliff? What does a small boy need more than a gorgeous red truck!?
The little boy is our grandson Curtis, now a high school senior. Thanks, Melodie 😀
A very cute little fellow!
I love the truck and the photo, but I especially love how they are showcased together. A fun and meaningful display.
Arlene, the display is the parents’ doing, my son and daughter-in-law. Thank you! 😀
This is a lovely picture, Marian.
Thank you, Robbie!
This photo reminds me of one of my favorite movies — Toy Story III — about Andy who goes to college but still loves his childhood toys, especially Woody.
Great reference, Shirley! I’m sure we took the grands to see this movie; they’d be just the right age in 2010. The truck in the photo is part of a story too, spanning 4 generations. Details will probably unfold here. 😀
Precious!
Thanks, Laurie! 😀
I’m feeling very nostalgic looking at that photo. I think of movies like A Christmas Story and Jean Shepherd’s stories in general. A simpler time.
I’m pretty sure the toy dates from the 1970s, maybe even earlier. Yes, it was a simpler time. By the way, L. Marie, your book should arrive tomorrow, probably late in the date according to my tracking information. 😀
Oh, so cute! ❤️
Thanks, Ally! 😀
The red truck reminds me of the Tonka Toys my brother played with. He also had a crew of stuffed animals who worked for him.
I wonder if your brother is in charge of a crew of a different sort. I wouldn’t be surprised!
My son, who played with the truck, tells me that it had a winch, which he used “to pull cold stones from the brook behind Grandma’s house or quartz treasures from the limestone quarry” across from the railroad tracks.
Thanks, Liz! 🙂
My brother used to be in charge of workers at some place he called a “fab,” where computer chips and such were manufactured. (I think “fab” was short for “fabricator.”
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A child with a shiny new toy! How wonderful. Reminds me of getting packages from my Oma in Canada while we were in Paraguay, where we had no stores, no toys. Only practical packages from MCC at Christmas with wash cloths and tooth brushes. We played with the toothbrushes! Our Oma sent shiny toys and coloring books (the crayons were completely melted!) Even the Scotch tape was an amazing thing for us and our mother kept the string and the wrapping paper!
Your packages from MCC remind me of the boxes we pack for Samaritans Purse, practical items with one “toy,” probably not too exciting because it has to fit into a shoebox.
I’m sure there were screams of delight when your Oma sent shiny toys. How precious that your mother kept the string and wrapping paper. I’m glad you will pass such memories in your memoir pages onto your grandchildren and those who follow! As always, thanks, Elfrieda! 😀
I love this post and what an adorable little boy. Later in life my dad purchased a bright red Ford truck. He said he had wanted one since he was a little boy. I do hope we hear more about the toy truck in the picture.
I’m glad your dad got the bright red Ford truck he always wanted.
The history you’re looking for: The red International Harvester toy truck was the same make as my son’s Grandpa’s actual pick up truck. (Translate the Grandpa as my father’s real truck.)
There is another photo we can’t find, the one with son Joel playing with the same truck as pictured in this post with Grandson Curtis.
Thanks for asking, Darlene!
Red trucks and little boys and stuffed animals. Your photo reminds me of sweet days when my sons were young. Thank you for bringing me back to that simplicity.
Yes, it’s a throw-back, and you have mental images of your sons playing with a truck like this. Ah, the simplicity! I long for it too, Elaine. 😀
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Linda Lee, I just caught up with you on your blog before commenting here. I’m glad you liked this fanciful post, perhaps a break from the demands of your life right now. Hugs! ((( )))
We, boys, like our red trucks. This makes me remember our old neighbor who was a dirt contractor. He was always bringing home a loader, or some other piece of heavy equipment. What’s more fun than playing with a toy truck? Playing on a real one. The contractor’s son and my boy were in heaven.
Your comment sounds like a 6-sentence story. The boy in the photo is our grandson. Curtis is playing with a replica of a red truck, an International Harvester, his great grandfather actually owned. There is a similar photo with our son, his father, playing with the same truck. It’s somehow gone missing. That’s my 6-sentence story: thanks, Pete! 😀
Ahhhh, boys and red trucks a delightful image 🙂
I’m glad you liked it, Carol. Thanks!
So, so sweet! It brings warm feelings just looking at both your grandson and the truck like everything is right in the world. My son had the red Radio Flyer wagon.
I can picture this red wagon now. Aunt Ruthie had a Radio Flyer wagon our kids loved to play with when they visited Pennsylvania. My husband bought a miniature one (about 6 inches long) to use for inspiration when he wrote a children’s book, The Boy Who Grew too Small.
Thanks for tuning in with a warm memory, Melanie, and enjoy your weekend! 😀
You too! 🙂
To be young, innocent and content like that again. <3
This innocent little boy is a high school senior with a beard and mustache, filling out college applications. He’s learning about having a job and paying for car insurance. A little less carefree these days. lol
Thanks for noticing, Debby! 😀
Love this picture, Marian – they do grow up, don’t they?
Yes indeed. Thanks for swinging by, Barbara! 😀
This made me smile, Marian! I assume the two red trucks are not the same ones?
They are THE SAME. It is an “antique” truck my son and our grandson played with. I assume Aunt Ruthie is responsible for purchasing the original one. There is also a photo of my son on the porch in the same pose. Alas, it’s been mislaid. Thanks, Liesbet.
I see from your coordinates that you are in New Mexico now. -D
Wow! That makes it even more special. I love these toys that cradle generations. So sentimental and precious. Just crossed the border from New Mexico into Arizona this afternoon. I better update that location box! 🙂
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