What I Couldn’t Throw Out

Purchased in 1977 in New York City at Creative Playthings. Rubbery farm animals.  Nice to clutch and carry around when you’re almost two. I bought them for baby Mark who’s 34 now.  Maybe the paint is unsafe for the grandchildren, plus they have a hole in their stomach so whatever dirt and mold in the basement the past 20 years is living inside them.  I put them in the contractor bag to drag to the curb and I swear the cow’s eyes looked at me. I took them out. Photographed them.

Toy farm animals from my children's youth
Their faces have the loveliest expressions.

13 thoughts on “What I Couldn’t Throw Out

  1. Letting go of our history is like seeing a train wreck.
    I also been told that you have to let go to create space in your soul for new experiences to enter…maybe its both.

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  2. Christmas manger animals was my first thought…so glad to see “Erin” thought of that too!! Loved ALL the comments! Mark remembers them! Keep these adorable treasures!

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  3. I think I had the whole farm as a kid, including the fenced enclosure. Of course, they could be anywhere by now. Relegated to a broken toy pile somewhere, I’m sure!

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  4. Zach had the same ones…and he’s 34, too!! I hope we all weren’t too late and you had 2nd thoughts and kept them. After all these years of play….letting them “rest” in the Manger is only befitting!

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