What I Couldn’t Throw Out

First posted almost 8 years ago. Mark is now 42.

The kids all grown up and gone now, I’m still going through stuff in my house. Trying to clean it all out.

These animals with their faces, ugh.

Do you find it easy to throw things out?

From 2010.

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.

Their faces have the loveliest expressions.

The Girls Eye the Mobile Ropes Course at the BSA Booth, Ohio State Fair

 

 

Girls Eye the Mobile Ropes

 

The Girls at the Boy Scouts of America Booth-  Eyeing Mobile Ropes Course

 

 

Kids and Goldfish

 

Michael and Maura eye Goldie and Tiger

We didn’t play any games but these goldfish were foisted on us by a girl who won them.  Sadly, both are deceased already(the first within 24 hours) despite the investment in an aquarium with filter and lights and pretty gravel and conditioning the water etc etc.

 

 

Railroad display

 

The Railroad Display

 

 

Patting the Calf

 

 

Petting a calf.  The calf was a prize in a drawing.  No, we did NOT enter the drawing.

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

 

Why did the chicken cross the road?

 

 

Mobile Ropes Course

 

 

 

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Mobile Ropes Course

 

 

 

 

Kids at the Fair

All seven kids on the inflatable chair at the State Farm Booth.  And obviously had them pose for this shot.

 

What’s in a Name?

We were at the neighbors’ farm in Hardy, VA this past weekend.  They graciously allowed the grandchildren to pet the baby pig and the baby turkeys.

Anna asked what the pig’s name was-  “Doesn’t have one.”

The baby mini-mules and their miniature horses don’t have to worry but then again, they have NAMES!

Bob the Mule.  Heart the Horse.

The egg-layers are spared.

Oh yes, they have a couple of ducks.  And their names?      Christmas and New Years.

The second image? Those are a couple of (seven pounds apiece) pork butts that Pap smoked for the Paleo crowd.  The veg branch of the family didn’t come this past weekend.             I don’t think the meat had names.

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.