I was recently reminiscing with my sister over our favorite toys from childhood. At the top of her list: the Adventure People (I'm not even sure they were called that) and a Fisher Price ice cream truck. On the top of mine were a Fisher Price record player and a Weebles Treehouse--not those new weird-looking weebles--the old cuties.
My sister assured me that we were probably remembering them better than they were, but I assured her that I had played with the record player recently at a friend's house. Her mom had saved a selection of childhood toys for her eventual grandchildren, so I was in hog heaven when I went over there with my boys and she had the record player, the same blocks we had as kids, and the Sesame Street main street, plus characters! I could have stayed all afternoon. (Think of that Seinfeld episode where George and Jerry drug that woman with turkey and wine so they can play with her toys).
So I just glanced on ebay last night, and both the record player and Weeble treehouse are available! I don't, however, think I can justify the purchase. Probably I wouldn't get as much playtime out of them as I'd need to. In searching for pictures, I also came across this kid's room, which I heart big time!
The chalkboard paint...the tentacles!...the little sleeping nooks with the split monster poster (would you rather have the head or the feet?)...the cool painted checkerboard accent on the wall...the bookshelves...and the vintage toys!!!!
That little boy has the record player! Lucky duck.