Thursday, November 30, 2006

12 Years of Christmas

[posted by Callimachus]

Third photo: Dec. 25, 1962.

The wrapping paper and the neat stacks of boxes are vanishing. Christmas becomes more chaotic, bigger, brighter.

I don't remember most of these toys. Probably because I was 2, which means I quickly broke them or lost them. The tool bench was a big deal -- I so wanted to "help" my dad putter around the house. And the metal fire truck (visible behind the tricycle) could really pump water. I still have that, battered and rusted and with most of its detachable parts long gone, up on a closet shelf somewhere. I don't know why; it just doesn't seem to be "disposable" the way plastic toys are.