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Monday, July 29, 2013

Stealing Potatoes

I received my first set when I was four.
And it entertained me and my siblings for many, many years.
But one ingredient for fun was missing.
And had to be supplied by the owner.
Stay with me . . .
It was a yellow box.
With writing that I couldn’t read yet.
The picture on the front showed round-faced, rather lumpy people.
Intriguing.
I wasted no time in opening it. Hmmm. Body parts.
I looked at my Dad. What on earth . . .?
“You make people with it!” he said, helpfully.
Okay, I hadn’t heard of ‘Frankenstein’ yet, so I didn’t suddenly picture laughing, exultant, mad scientists.
But still I looked at my Dad doubtfully.
Make people?
I tipped the box and poured out eyes, noses, mouths, ears, hands, feet and even ‘hair’.

“Yeah,” he said, picking up an eye. “Mother! We need a potato!”
Obligingly, Mom brought us one and Dad proceeded to poke eyes, nose, mouth, etc. into it.
And I got my first glimpse of Mr. Potato Head.
Oh.
Neat!
“Let me try!” I grabbed the potato and jammed it full of everything on the table.
Okay, so my first attempt looked like something out of a heretofore (ooo, good word) unknown horror movie, and my technique and strategy were nothing more than simply finding a space to put things (FYI: Potatoes aren’t very big).
But it was fun.
I played with that little set for hours, creating people. People who were easily dismantled and re-formed.
Hmm. Maybe we’re onto something here. Dismantling and re-forming. I wonder if that can be done with hips.
But I digress . . .
That set was around for many, many years. And grew. And expanded.
Little bits that had to be painstakingly picked up after each session. (Because Heaven help the person who left it out if Dad stepped on something during a barefoot foray through the house.)
And many, many potatoes, carrots, turnips and at least one pickle were snitched and sacrificed in the quest for fun.
Moving ahead . . .
My daughter recently gave her daughter a Mr. Potato Head.
A slick, complete set.
Including a head with pre-punched holes.
It is bigger.
Safer.
Gramma still isn’t sure if it’s better.


14 comments:

  1. I think you are right, you had the better deal. boo is completely unexcited by the potato head. Recently in therapy she put shoes on it's head and the nose in the ear hole. I see more therapy in her future :)

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    1. I think that show creativity and a willingness to go against the grain! :)

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  2. I had the potato set and my kids had the plastic set. We all loved every last piece. But I'm thinking it would be fun if they could play like I had because I've had the chance to play like they do. Mom was always made to go first to show them how it's done. After that however, I had to play after they went to bed. ;)

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  3. So many times those toy makers forget that the best part of play is being inventive. Where's the fun in a plastic potato? :)

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    1. Exactly! Putting things in pre-arranged places. Boring . . .

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  4. Diane, I still love the toys from when we were younger... our children missed out on all the fun:)

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  5. The potato definitely is missing.

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  6. Don't believe I ever had one of those. The grands have one I think.

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  7. I remember Mr Potato Head. My kids never had one, never wanted one. As the oldest said, "There's no fun in putting things in holes and that's it. What else does it do?" I wonder now if she would have had fun with a set and a real potato?

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    1. Yep. The real potato is what makes it!

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