Do you remember the things you enjoyed as a kid, but they don’t make anymore? Those amazing things that suddenly, without warning, disappeared out of your life. And with time we just forgot about them. But occasionally you remember those items and think about the good old days.
When I was growing up in the Panhandle of Texas, we had an abundance of fresh farm eggs, any kind of sausage and fresh smoked bacon. Yum! But out of all of those protein rich foods, I chose a cereal called “Frosty O’s.” With the bright colored boxes that featured our hero’s, Dudley Do-Right and Chumley, the Walrus, I knew it was the right food for me. Loaded with sugar and even called the “sugar charged oat cereal,” I could not wait for the quick energy that a half-cup of sugar could do for you in the morning. Today the only thing remembered about Frosty O’s is the different box that people collect as antiques.
Music was something that I started to enjoy early in life. I grew up with either a record player or eight-track tape player on listening to my favorite music. And many times music that I did not care for, but my mother did. The eight-track tape was eventually replaced with cassette tape. The record player seems to have disappeared also. I went looking for one for my mother-in-law a few years ago and could not find one. Records seem to be replaced with CD’s. In any case, I still have my Panasonic stereo system that was purchased in 1972 from a PX in Vietnam. My grandson watches the record player when it plays because my house is the only place he has ever seen one.
This may seem strange but my sister used to have paper dolls. It was my job to color the paper clothes so that her paper dolls would not be seen without paper clothes. I did not play with the dolls, but I spent many an afternoon coloring those tiny paper clothes to her satisfaction.
But one of my favorite things growing up was the Sears and Roebuck Christmas catalog. It was a book that I could enjoy all year round that featured everything that I wanted. Hours of imagination and wishing brought me dreams and sometimes satisfaction while I turned every page of that great colored catalog. To bad they are all gone.