Another dreary, grey, rainy day–and me without a Sears catalogue.
One of my coziest childhood memories is cuddling up on the sitting room couch with the Sears Christmas catalogue: and there’s no school, because it’s snowing like mad outside.
I felt like Howard Carter peering into Tutankhamen’s tomb, who answered, when asked what he could see, “Things! Wonderful things!” Bikes and pogo sticks. Toy guns and real guns (not much chance of me getting one of those!). Erector sets and plastic models.
But for me the ultimate treasure was the play sets. Like this farm set.
I wasn’t much for army men, but oh!–all those cool animals in the farm set. And my Grammy gave it to me for Christmas that year. I still have some of those animals. When I see them, I remember her. And her Christmas tree, every year in the same corner of her living room. I still have a few of her ornaments, too, including the elf who winds up on our tree every year.
Yeah, I know it doesn’t count as holy–unless family, and love, and delight are holy, too. Gifts of God, who is the source of every good gift we’ll ever know.
P.S.–And get a load of those prices! The whole 100-piece farm set for $4.99. I can’t imagine what a toy like that would cost today.
I spent quite a number of happy hours browsing the Sears Christmas catalog, too. It was great entertainment, and occasionally, one could expect a gift shown on those magic pages.
I wore out the Sears Christmas Catalogue, pouring over the various toys. It was cheap entertainment.
I don’t remember getting the barn, just the animals. Maybe my set was from an earlier catalogue.
I don’t think I ever got one of those big sets. I was always on the lookout for something new. I’m relatively certain that I singlehandedly kept AMT models in business. 🙂