tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post3915009419670357300..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Parents' ToysDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-73827825750809721312013-10-21T09:43:31.863-06:002013-10-21T09:43:31.863-06:00I don't know where the bull went. Really. And ...I don't know where the bull went. Really. And . . . maybe that was me breaking off little pieces of the horse's reins. Just because I could. Maybe . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-13456568270710911752013-10-21T09:41:39.799-06:002013-10-21T09:41:39.799-06:00What good kids you had! I'm sure my mom wishes...What good kids you had! I'm sure my mom wishes hers were as obedient!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-64221586675410630862013-10-21T08:08:06.075-06:002013-10-21T08:08:06.075-06:00I often wondered what happened to the bull and mat...I often wondered what happened to the bull and matador...and the reins on the bronze horse. Hmmmm! So, it was you!<br />Love you,<br />ChrisChristine Tillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05745380868121217066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-54017875478395053252013-10-20T23:48:36.999-06:002013-10-20T23:48:36.999-06:00I don't recall ever playing with any of Mum...I don't recall ever playing with any of Mum's ornaments, they didn't look like toys to me and they were locked behind glass doors in a cabinet anyway. I remember a china windmill with blades that turned when the key was wound and a trio of ducks flying across the living room wall. I didn't have ornaments when my kids were little, but hubby would spend hours putting together model planes and helicopters, then painting them. There was a large plane on top of the TV, but the kids never played with it. Their toys were whatever was in their room, or anything they could reach in the bottom two drawers in the kitchen. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-30872266623183954832013-10-20T20:42:44.109-06:002013-10-20T20:42:44.109-06:00Oh how cute! We would have gotten along famously!Oh how cute! We would have gotten along famously!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-77223441201646769302013-10-20T20:42:20.043-06:002013-10-20T20:42:20.043-06:00And it's such neat stuff!And it's such neat stuff!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-79622043831546256222013-10-20T20:42:08.246-06:002013-10-20T20:42:08.246-06:00Full circle, George. Full circle!Full circle, George. Full circle!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-10577529064462196442013-10-20T11:22:32.129-06:002013-10-20T11:22:32.129-06:00Mom had a whole collection of figural salt and pep...Mom had a whole collection of figural salt and pepper shakers that 'figured' in many of my make believe games. I especially remember a little model T..the man and lady were the salt and pepper part of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-82033891528468726842013-10-20T11:07:37.253-06:002013-10-20T11:07:37.253-06:00Yeah, why don't parents ever play with that st...Yeah, why don't parents ever play with that stuff, anyway??jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-28255972216906295052013-10-20T08:13:42.637-06:002013-10-20T08:13:42.637-06:00Yeah, it was always so sad that our parents had to...Yeah, it was always so sad that our parents had toys that only they could play with. But today, the shoe is on the other foot, and WE have the toys, albeit somewhat battered from the kids/grandkids playing with them when our backs are turned...George Stringamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11375285536941813368noreply@blogger.com