So far we have had 4 days of cloudy, grey, windy, and rainy days ever since that Hurricane came up the East Coast giving us here in the Eastern part of Pennsylvania all this not so good weather. We have not seen the sun in all of those 4 days, so far. The weather stations tell me that it should clear tomorrow afternoon and the sun will re-appear. We’ll see about that.
This morning was more of the same as before. Cool, a bit windy, spitting more rain, and grey skies just have not gone away yet. It get’s to yha after awhile. Everything is wet & soggy. Can’t do anything outside. Would like to work on building my shelves in the shed, but it’s just a bit cold out there for that right now. My hands & fingers will get stiff after awhile. I’ll just wait.
These past grey days sometimes take my memory back in time when I was a young boy and had to stay inside out of the rain. It’s not that I didn’t have toys to play with, but I’d rather be playing outside. I’ll say that my Mother did provide me with plenty of toys of all sorts. From cars, tractors, and “boys toys” I did have plenty. How my Mother would afford some of these back then, I can only imagine. Since my Father was never in the picture, her & my Grandparents would buy what they could.
One of the very distinct memories I had was a complete set of metal Fire Trucks that were made by Tonka Toys. This is about as close as I could find of a Ladder Truck I had. I would play with this for hours on end. There was so much I could do with it. This is when toys were built to last. Not like what the kids have today. Cheap plastic. After done playing with my toys I was always told to put them away for the next time. If I didn’t do that, I’d get told about it or scolded by Mom.
Here is another type close to what I had. They always gave me hours of fun, until my Cousins from Philadelphia came up one week-end and broke the ladder on the ladder truck, broke something else that could not be fixed. I must have been real mad, because my Cousins were yelled at for breaking it/them. My Cousins from Philly were always a “rough & tumble” bunch. Us boys were always into doing something. Getting into some trouble was just part of it. Doing what young boys do.
From left to right are . . . . Cassy, Jimmy, Bobby, Joe, and Rosanne. Bobby is the oldest Son of Joe. We are all about the same age. Jimmy, in the yellow shirt is 73. Cassy is about 69, and Rosanne is 74. There have been times in my past where we all have gotten together and remembered our days long ago.
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Unlike children of today who have games on their computers made for them, when we were young we had to invent the game, playing firemen or going on an adventure in the woods, I think it was a lot more constructive in our day to use our imagination.