My Life in Toys

Do one’s toys say anything about a person?  I think so — in fact, your toy stories may reveal more than you might imagine.  Here are some notable toys and games that I grew up with and the stories behind them.

FIREBIRD 99 (Remco).  This is one of the earliest toys I remember.  The activities on this yellow car dashboard included: turning the wheel right and left (which made the speedometer rise and fall); beeping the horn; running the windshield wiper; opening the glove compartment; pretend-lighting a cigarette; and losing the key.  As I recall, the batteries for the toy ran down quickly and were not replaced often, which made the Firebird 99 a lot less fun to drive.

COOTIE (Schaper).  Many of my childhood toys and games were hand-me-downs from my sister and Cootie was one of those.  It was probably the first dice-based game I learned.  You know the drill: rolling a (1) gets you the body, (2) the head, (3) one of the antennae, (4) one of the eyes, (5) the proboscis — my favorite — and (6) one of the legs.  My sister was my usual opponent and, even though Cootie is all luck, it seemed to me she usually won.  I must have remembered my defeats more vividly than I did my victories.

PARCHEESI (Selchow & Righter).  Luck was also the main ingredient in the board game Parcheesi, another hand-me-down which I played with my (Great) Aunt Pearl on nights she looked after me.  Aunt Pearl had a kind heart and a frisky sense of humor — and the patience to spend hours upon hours playing simple games with me.

In all the times we played Parcheesi, I’m not sure Aunt Pearl ever set up a blockade to impede my progress or used any strategy whatsoever.  In fact, I would not be surprised if she used her knowledge of the rules to ignore them in my favor and help me win. 

The same was true in our dumbed-down version of Monopoly.  Aunt Pearl and I played Monopoly without money: properties were simply awarded to the player who landed on them first, and the Chance/Community Chest cards with dollar amounts were ignored.  When all the deeds had been handed out, the game ended and the player with the most properties won.  Aunt Pearl would complain how terrible it was when she was sent to jail; her laments only delighted me more as I hopped around the board and she languished.

Later, when I grew old enough to play Monopoly by the rules, I was disappointed to learn how complicated the game was when money, mortgages, houses and hotels were involved.  Aunt Pearl’s version was more fun.

LIFE (Milton Bradley).  If I remember correctly, I convinced my mom to buy me this game on one of our many visits to the local department store.  She would browse the (boring) sewing patterns on the mezzanine, while I headed downstairs to the (interesting) toy department.  Life appealed to me because it had cars, roads and mountains.  The money part was secondary.

I played Life mostly with my best friend Bill.  At our age, we didn’t understand insurance or bankruptcy and we never used the numbered betting strip either.  Instead we turned the game into a race to the finish line.  We counted our money at the end as a formality, but the real winner was whoever finished first.

Today I remember Life mostly for the fact that I left the game on our picnic table one day after we played, and it rained that night, and the next morning I learned that cardboard is not waterproof.  The game was ruined.  Mom gave me a lecture about taking care of things — and bought a replacement.  Life lesson learned.

MARBLES!  I inherited my sister’s glass marbles and later on was given a bag of steel marbles by my Uncle Rudy, who was actually the husband of the sister of the wife of my mother’s brother.  And that is pretty much all I recall about Uncle Rudy.  But I do remember the names I gave to various marbles. For example, the one marked P (see photo at left) was Peppermint, M was Marvel and F was Fenwick.

Marvel was my favorite.  She/it was slightly bigger than the other marbles, the Babe Ruth of the bag.  She/it also excelled in the marble race game I invented.  In that game, I would select a pair of marbles, put both in my hand and then toss them toward the baseboard at the other end of my bedroom.  The marble that bounced back the farthest won that race and was then matched against another opponent.

There were a couple of fateful developments in the marble race game.  One was the race when Marvel lost a big chip from her/its side and could no longer roll straight.  The other was the day I noticed all the pockmarks in the baseboard and started to contemplate what Mom would do when she noticed.  The marble race game ended thereabouts, with Mom never saying anything about the noise in my room or the baseboard.

MATCHBOX JAGUAR (Lesney).  My friend Bill had different toys than I did and he also seemed to have discretionary income.  One year, Bill was into buying Matchbox cars.  He and I would take the bus downtown and visit Majestic Wallpaper and Paint which, strangely, also sold model cars and these miniatures.  Matchbox cars cost about 59¢ each but for me they may as well have been $59.  I did find enough money one day to buy a red Jaguar E-Type with real windows and a functioning door.  It was the only car that looked like something James Bond might drive.  Today this toy, in good condition, would go for $30, a 50x increase in value.  Not bad, considering that a real Jaguar E-Type that cost $6,000 in 1963 is now worth about $200,000, or only 33x appreciation.

The Jaguar wasn’t my only toy car. I collected a few others from Alpha-Bits cereal boxes.

BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE FLASH CARDS (Grolier).  Some of my books, toys and games weren’t handed down or pleaded for but doled out by Santa.  One Christmas, I was given a set of “Famous People” flash cards with illustrations on the front and short biographies on the back.  Among the cards in the box were George Washington (of course), Charlemagne, Helen Keller and Joan of Arc.  The one I remember best is Mohandas Gandhi, the only brown-skinned person in the 54-card set. (The other Asian was Genghis Khan; there were no African-Americans.)  The cards were often laid out end-to-end as roadways around my bedroom, where I drove my Jaguar over the likeness of Mohandas Gandhi.

DOMINOES and LINCOLN LOGS were other hand-me-downs that I generally used for purposes other than intended.  I played Dominoes with Aunt Pearl a few times, but I doubt that we ever followed the rules (which I still don’t know).  The best thing to do with Dominoes was stack them in a line and then tip them over.  Same deal with Lincoln Logs — the main reason I built things with Lincoln Logs was to crash my cars into them. 

Both Dominoes and Lincoln Logs served long and honorably as guard rails for the road network in my bedroom.  When I ran out of flash cards for “paved” roads, I used Lincoln Logs to stake out a few more miles of “dirt” (i.e., carpeted) roads.

CAREERS (Parker Brothers). Scorecard for Careers game.  Credit: owlworksllc.comThis was my favorite game and I’m not quite sure why.  Each player began the game by writing down a (secret) success goal comprised of money, fame and happiness in arbitrary proportions.  The paths (careers) that a player selected during the game helped him accumulate the money, love and fame points he needed to reach his goal.  As a result, I did a ton of uranium mining and sea travel by the time I reached sixth grade.

Although the game was 90% luck, it did illustrate the value of an education as well as the link between risk and reward. There were many decisions to make, which made Careers feel more strategic than it was. Most decisions, in retrospect, were as meaningful as picking ice cream flavors.  In the end, a player either felt vindicated for having concocted a winning formula, or frustrated by his inability to meet the points-and-money objective.  The message to losers: it was your fault for choosing a bad goal!

HARDBALL / SOFTBALL.  I grew up in a baseball neighborhood.  Guys might toss a football around for a couple of hours each fall, but we played baseball from when the springtime mud was still squishy to when you had to wear gloves on both hands.  Maybe it was because our beloved Pittsburgh Pirates had won a World Series whereas the Pittsburgh Steelers stunk.  (How times change…)

We usually played softball — as opposed to hardball, i.e., baseball — because a softball was easier to pitch, easier to hit, and less dangerous to try to catch.  Softballs also held up to mud and water better than hardballs did.

My dad started me off with a Richie Ashburn infielder’s glove (above).  It was okay for a couple of years, but when we started to play hardball more often, it became clear that this glove was not only useless but a liability.  It hurt to catch a ball in the thinly lined pocket; but if you tried to snare it in the web, the ball threatened to slip right through.

I coveted the first-base mitt that our “gang leader” Ralph used.  It seemed like Ralph was able to catch anything in its huge web, even if he threw his glove at it (which he would do).  But as mentioned earlier, I had no discretionary income — until Mom agreed to let me use the spare pennies my parents had always tossed into the giant glass jug in the living room.  I bought a new first-base mitt with those pennies, and it didn’t matter that I hardly ever played first base.  That glove could catch anything I could reach wherever I played.  It was worth every penny.

TAPE RECORDER (Panasonic).  Reel-to-reel tape recorders seemed to be a thing in the 1960s — two of my friends had one so I had to have one too.  What do boys do with tape recorders?  We get creative.  Bill and I pretended we had a radio show and made up silly skits.  If we got bored with that, we would make crank calls and record them.  One day we came up with the idea to call random people in the phone book and ask them to spell rhinoceros, supposedly for some school assignment. Better yet, we (Bill or I) claimed to be Tom Tardio, vice-president of our student council.  The results were hilarious.  We could hardly contain our giggles at the mangled spellings offered by our surprisingly cooperative targets.

In what would be our final call that day, the woman who answered the phone and heard my pitch said, “Tommy?!  How are you!  You sound different!”  Somehow, out of 25,000 numbers in the book, we had managed to call one of Tom Tardio’s relatives.  In a panic, I said I had a sore throat but avoided the subject of how she knew Tommy/me.  The woman went ahead and spelled rhinoceros for us, and as I recall her spelling was just as bad and hilarious as the rest.

Sorry, Tom, for having borrowed your identity to generate some good junior-high laughs.  I don’t think we hurt your reputation, much.

SUBARU WRX was the midlife crisis car.  It was yellow.  It was sporty.  It had a turbo and a spoiler and a leather shift knob.  What it did not have, as I would learn after a few thousand miles, was a decent clutch.  When shifting from first to second, your choice was a shuddering lurch or a clutch-cooking engine surge.  Nothing in between.  This was hardly midlife-crisis performance.

I threatened to install a new clutch but never followed through.  I drove it for seven years without finding the sweet spot, at times resorting to starting out in second gear.  I wanted to sell the WRX but my spouse wasn’t ready, so it became her winter car.  Crisis resolved.

Photo by Bas Fransen from www.basfransen.comJAGUAR 2016 F-TYPE.  I end with an imaginary toy. Oh, the car is real all right.  Someone somewhere in the world owns and drives this car.  In fact, it is probably one of many exotic sports cars this person has in his collection.  But I can only imagine how it drives, as I would never spend what it would take to find out.

I will get along just fine never driving a Jaguar.  The important toys are not the ones that cost a lot but the ones that encourage us to explore ourselves, each other and the world.  Some of my most valuable toys in that regard were: blocks; blank paper; crayons; sand; and even dry leaves floating on rainwater heading to the storm drain.  And not to get all Wonder Years about it, but a day at the creek with a friend, a sandwich and a fishing rod instills a sense of personhood in a ten-year-old boy that he does not get by playing with cars by himself in his room.  I do know that I wouldn’t be me without all of that.


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9 Responses to My Life in Toys

  1. Susan Maclean says:

    My favorite toy was an etch-o-sketch although given the limits on drawing, it seems more lame than a marker or crayon…and when I go to the store now, use a credit card and am forced to sign my name with my finger, I think I could have done a better job with etch-o-sketch knobs. Slinky was another favorite but in retrospect a very one dimensional toy. As an adult I enjoyed the back story on the invention and family schism resulting from it. The back story on the invention of Lincoln Logs is good too and often a trivia question.

    Other memorable toys from my childhood were ones I did not get…like a hula hoop…making me feel like I somehow missed out. I’ve rectified that by getting a few back in my fifties which was a very satisfying experience.

    • Craig says:

      Etch-a-skecth, check! (Were you ever compelled to “write” on the entire surface in order to see the workings inside?) Slinky, check (and agree about its play value). Hula-hoop (or lack of one), check — I cannot keep one going — I think girls have hip muscles that guys do not have. Thanks, Susan, for reading and taking the time to share.

  2. Lynne Benzing says:

    What a fun taking a walk down memory lane through your life in toys!
    Made me flash back to some fun memories of my own! Building card houses. Playing with plasticine (modeling clay) and using Mom’s pots, hanging on the wall, for targets! (THAT didn’t go over well) of course board games-like Sorry, Yahtzee and Monopoly, which always took too long. Then there were Pickup Sticks, jacks and jump ropes. My favorite pastime was my swing set and 6’ slide, which we waxed with wax paper to increase our speed! On special days, we slid down to land in our wading pool.
    My adult toy was my yellow and black Smart Car!
    Thx, Craig, for sharing your Life in Toys, and reawakening some of my own memories. 😉

  3. Rick says:

    Thanks for the memories Craig. I still think about the baseball games we played while wondering if I could have made it to the big leagues ( no way). And you taught me the value of honesty when I tried to stretch a single into a double and you tagged me mid air during my dive into second. The others said I was safe but I knew you got me and told them.

    • Craig says:

      If I had been wearing that old glove, you would have been safe! Actually, Rick, I don’t remember this event, but good for you for doing so and thanks for sharing it. Lots of good times — can’t believe the conditions we would play in and the “ground rules” we would make up to compensate for our chronic lack of players.

  4. Sue Collins says:

    Well, I loved the yellow subaru–the 5 speed was great. My first car was a used karmann ghia (VW sports car), 4 speed, no heater fan (you got heat from the rocker panels–the heat dispersion depended on your speed). It took turns as well as my Z-4 which I never drove in the winter if snow was on the ground. That’s why I loved the yellow subaru! Mostly toy wise I played with dolls–had doll bed, carriage, high chair, doll house. I also liked playing kitchen with tea sets and play dishes, stove and cupboard. I also liked biking and tennis. Had lots of fun playing monopoly with Craig in our early dating and marriage. We would also play backgammon in bed which we gave up because I got tired of losing and would go to bed mad. I also gave up scrabble with Craig because no matter how good of a game I would have, he would dig his heels in and come up with just enough points to win!

  5. Pete says:

    Cool seeing all the fun toys that my dad grew up with. I think Emily and I played with the same set of Lincoln Logs! I remember playing Cootie as well.

    A lot of my favorite toys growing up were accompanied by tie-in Saturday morning cartoons. What a difference an era makes! Some things are still universal though, like baseball and model cars and Monopoly.

  6. Eric says:

    Parcheesi: check.
    Life: check.
    Lincoln Logs: check.
    Cootie: check (and *so* good to see it again!).
    Marbles: check.
    Dominoes: check.
    But, no Erector Set for the future ChemE????
    Good stuff, buddy, as usual.
    P.S.: Also Mille Bornes, Sorry!, Risk, etc.

  7. Bruce says:

    Cool stuff! Wow, Craig, such detailed childhood memories. I remember Lincoln Logs and I did have an erector set. I remember playing a lot with toy soldiers, LIFE, and Monopoly with my Uncle Billy who oddly enough was just 3 days older than me (my mom and mom’s mom were in Ossining Hospital together having Billy and me, how bizarre is that?). I sucked at baseball but had a glove. I remember spending more time shooting hoops though I wasn’t great at basketball either. Building plastic model military airplanes was my big passion for many years. Cars never did much for me except for James Bond’s Aston Martin DB5 and an electric road race set I wanted so bad I couldn’t sleep Christmas Eve (the thrill wore off pretty fast). Did you ever have a chemistry set? I did. My dream was to make a Batman utility belt with little bottles that would release gases to foil bad guys. I quickly realized that a stink bomb was probably the only “weapon” I could make (once). Probably why I ended up in physics. Chemistry failed me.

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