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Vintage Woodsey Squirrels

October 8, 2010

These squirrels are finger puppets (you can put your thumb and index fingers in their arms) and they squeak when you squeeze them.  They are called Woodseys.  This set of toys was made by Fisher Price in 1979.  It includes a male squirrel, a female squirrel, two chairs, a table and a soft polyester log house.  There is a little boy squirrel named Milkweed, but I don’t know if we still have him.  Looking at other photos of this same toy on the internet I was reminded that the set also came with a bucket and a broom.  When I saw the photos, I remembered playing with them!  Maybe I will hunt for them among the saved toys in my parents’ basement.

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Fisher Price Woodseys

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Fisher Price Woodseys

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Fisher Price Woodseys

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Fisher Price Woodseys

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My children love playing with the Woodseys.  I think it’s funny that they don’t exactly fit into their own house.  They are too tall to get through the door and then once they are inside, their heads touch the ceiling.  And they are much too big for their furniture.  But they are the perfect size to be held and played with.

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Fisher Price Woodseys

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Fisher Price Woodseys

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Fisher Price Woodseys

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I want to go in their house because it looks so cozy and comfortable with those warm colors and the ferns covering the ceiling and floor. The canned food, the wall cabinet with nine tiny drawers, and the cooking fire seem so inviting. Did you have this toy?

Bedroom Chair

October 7, 2010

I had an upholstered chair in my bedroom at my parents’ house, but it was a clutter magnet and usually had piles of clothes on it.  I also used to stuff things underneath the skirt of the chair.  Bedroom chairs are like that, unless you are very deliberate about sitting on them.

Before I was born, one of the arms of the chair broke.  It fell off the truck when my parents moved and they didn’t get it repaired.  So the entire time the chair was in my bedroom, it had a wobbly arm.  But since no one used the chair for sitting, it’s not like the broken arm mattered.

Alas, I forgot to take a “before” picture of my chair with the floral pattern!  My parents are redecorating their house, and because we have a house now we can take some of their things.  They recently offered me the bedroom chair and I accepted.  We took it to an upholsterer to be repaired and recovered.  I intended to choose a cream or white fabric, but ended up choosing gold.  It matches the colors in our master bedroom and those in Logan and Charlotte’s bedroom.  I wanted to be able to actually use it as a chair, so when I saw that we were throwing our clothes on it in our master bedroom, I moved it to the children’s room.  Now I can sit there and read stories and sing lullabies and nurse the baby to sleep.

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gold bedroom chair

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gold bedroom chair

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I like it in their room very, very much.  And I am fiercely defending it against our kitten who would like very much to put his claws into it.

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gold bedroom chair

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Gleaning Grapes

September 24, 2010

I went with Logan and his pre-k class to a grape vineyard on Tuesday.  The students walked (and ran) between beautiful rows of vines, looking for the last of this season’s concord grapes.  In the farmhouse yard there were several swings hanging in the trees, a hammock, a wagon, and some plastic play equipment that the children could enjoy once they had filled their buckets with bunches of grapes.

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gleaning grapes

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gleaning grapes

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gleaning grapes

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gleaning grapes

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gleaning grapes

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We took the buckets of grapes back to the school, and the next day the teachers showed the children how to make grape juice using steam and a colander.

Grandpa Shoes

August 17, 2010

Margaret and Logan got some new shoes for school and Margaret made fun of one of the pairs I picked out for Logan.  She called them “Grandpa Shoes”.  Then she told me that on Picture Day at her school one of her classmates made fun of another classmate’s shoes.  She said all her friends were laughing at the term “Grandpa Shoes,” even the little boy who was wearing them.  Logan thinks it’s funny too.

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grandpa shoes

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But check out the shoes that Margaret wore on Sunday afternoon.  Talk about Grandpa Shoes.  For real.

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grandpa shoes

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grandpa shoes

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grandpa shoes

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GMC Sierra Photo Series

August 16, 2010
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As I was taking a stroll around my parents’ yard, I decided that a photo series of my dad’s 1978 GMC Sierra was in order.

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1978 GMC Sierra

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1978 GMC Sierra

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1978 GMC Sierra

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This truck is older than I am.  When it was new, I’m sure the red paint was vibrant, but now it shows its age.  Dad has had it repainted twice if I remember correctly, yet the red has again faded to watermelon pink.  It’s a three speed with a very loose clutch and disc brakes.  The bench seat is covered in a brown and tan houndstooth-patterned vinyl.  Dad used to let me drive it in the field and on the country roads surrounding their house.

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1978 GMC Sierra

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1978 GMC Sierra

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The radio only picks up AM stations and the odometer stopped working a couple of decades ago.  I think that knob on the floor beside the clutch is what you stomp on if you want to make the headlights brighter.

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1978 GMC Sierra

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1978 GMC Sierra

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Though this Sierra’s technology is completely outdated and in some ways unsafe, growing up with this one gave me a taste of what it would be like to own such a truck.  For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted a big, strong, American-made pick-up truck.