Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
Friday, April 15, 2016
Friday Night Steam
Was looking for a nifty steam train video and came across this: What a hoot! (Or should I say..toot?)
Never knew Lego made trains. Too bad I don't have any young grandchildren!! :o(
Wow. If I had kids, and they were inclined to 'build', I would buy them all the lego's they wanted.
I'm an engineer, and I think that my beginnings were in no small part related to the fact that my parents bought me Lincoln Logs. They would add to the set each year, supplemented with things my Dad would build to add to it, until I was 'too old' to play with toys. By that time I was well launched on putting stuff together and helping Dad build. My plastic horses, a teenaged doll my Mom gave me made by 'Uneeda', (Breyer - I spent every cent of my allowance on buying Breyer horses!) and my Lincoln Logs were my absolutely favorite toy memories from my youth. If you haven't seen those Uneeda dolls, they are marvelous - articulated ankles, knees, hips, shoulders, elbows and wrists, not to mention waist and neck. They were 19" dolls, and lovely. I kept mine in pristine condition. My Mom kept trying me on dolls and babydolls but I drifted back to hammers and nails. I was most definitely an Engineer.
My Dad says that he knew his little girl was an engineer when he came into the living room and I had a clock in bits - he said I I was 3 years old. He and I got it back together. I was just 'curious' about what made it tick, I told him. (I do not remember this episode, but there were many others. He loved telling that story - and, eh, the time I nearly set the house on fire, experimenting with matches. Sheesh.)
Thanks for this, it is really, as you say, a Toot!
Ha! Me, too! I had the Lincoln Logs and the American Logs (they were square). And the Breyer horses! My Mom bought me a 'walking doll' that had a really pretty face and a smile with teeth. I played dentist with one of her crochet hooks - the poor thing never looked the same after that! We would have made great neighbors.... :o)
Indeed! I didn't go into the whole teenaged doll frenzy that I was in - but my doll, Jill (she was a Jill-Doll, remember them??), had her own horse stable and 8 of her own horses (all Breyer!). I had another teenaged doll (forget the type, not a Jill, but close, way before Barbie came on the scene). She had 8 horses too.
The stable? Yep. Me and my Dad made it. OK, Dad mostly made it. But it had 3 stalls! and a Tack room! I wanted it to be big enough for all my horses, but that wasn't going to happen!
I was a lucky little girl, as my Mom was OK with my having my horse-setup behind Dad's bar (remember bars? All men seemed to have a bar back then. Usually L shaped. Did it get used? I honestly can say my father was never drunk to my certain knowledge, at least during my life ;-> But having a bar was a Guy-Thing - all his friends had one, all my Uncles had one. He built it, and it was beautiful and it was a GREAT little play room since it was so infrequently used. If there was going to be a family party, I had to move out my horse-farm, but otherwise I could leave everything there and pick up the fantasy the next day after school. My girlfriend June and I played EVERY DAY for an hour or two after school. We were such horse nuts! I think I told you that I was horse-crazy way after the phase had swept through, and left my school.
Still am. Whenever I see one, or have the good fortune to visit a friend who has one, my heart beats a little faster.
Oh, and Dogs. Gotta have dogs in my life. My gorgeous mix is laying here quietly snoring at my feet! 15 now... my only regret with him is that he can't have more years with us. Wish his first two years could have been here too, instead of alone on the streets.
When I was little and still did the Halloween thing, my Dad made me a paper mache horse head for my horse costume. We used balloons, paste and plenty of newspaper strips for that thing! I just loved it. My Mom made a bridle and the reins! I miss a dog - we'll just have to get one again!
Wow. If I had kids, and they were inclined to 'build', I would buy them all the lego's they wanted.
ReplyDeleteI'm an engineer, and I think that my beginnings were in no small part related to the fact that my parents bought me Lincoln Logs. They would add to the set each year, supplemented with things my Dad would build to add to it, until I was 'too old' to play with toys. By that time I was well launched on putting stuff together and helping Dad build. My plastic horses, a teenaged doll my Mom gave me made by 'Uneeda', (Breyer - I spent every cent of my allowance on buying Breyer horses!) and my Lincoln Logs were my absolutely favorite toy memories from my youth. If you haven't seen those Uneeda dolls, they are marvelous - articulated ankles, knees, hips, shoulders, elbows and wrists, not to mention waist and neck. They were 19" dolls, and lovely. I kept mine in pristine condition. My Mom kept trying me on dolls and babydolls but I drifted back to hammers and nails. I was most definitely an Engineer.
My Dad says that he knew his little girl was an engineer when he came into the living room and I had a clock in bits - he said I I was 3 years old. He and I got it back together. I was just 'curious' about what made it tick, I told him. (I do not remember this episode, but there were many others. He loved telling that story - and, eh, the time I nearly set the house on fire, experimenting with matches. Sheesh.)
Thanks for this, it is really, as you say, a Toot!
Cap'n Jan
Ha! Me, too! I had the Lincoln Logs and the American Logs (they were square). And the Breyer horses! My Mom bought me a 'walking doll' that had a really pretty face and a smile with teeth. I played dentist with one of her crochet hooks - the poor thing never looked the same after that! We would have made great neighbors.... :o)
DeleteIndeed! I didn't go into the whole teenaged doll frenzy that I was in - but my doll, Jill (she was a Jill-Doll, remember them??), had her own horse stable and 8 of her own horses (all Breyer!). I had another teenaged doll (forget the type, not a Jill, but close, way before Barbie came on the scene). She had 8 horses too.
DeleteThe stable? Yep. Me and my Dad made it. OK, Dad mostly made it. But it had 3 stalls! and a Tack room! I wanted it to be big enough for all my horses, but that wasn't going to happen!
I was a lucky little girl, as my Mom was OK with my having my horse-setup behind Dad's bar (remember bars? All men seemed to have a bar back then. Usually L shaped. Did it get used? I honestly can say my father was never drunk to my certain knowledge, at least during my life ;-> But having a bar was a Guy-Thing - all his friends had one, all my Uncles had one. He built it, and it was beautiful and it was a GREAT little play room since it was so infrequently used. If there was going to be a family party, I had to move out my horse-farm, but otherwise I could leave everything there and pick up the fantasy the next day after school. My girlfriend June and I played EVERY DAY for an hour or two after school. We were such horse nuts! I think I told you that I was horse-crazy way after the phase had swept through, and left my school.
Still am. Whenever I see one, or have the good fortune to visit a friend who has one, my heart beats a little faster.
Oh, and Dogs. Gotta have dogs in my life. My gorgeous mix is laying here quietly snoring at my feet! 15 now... my only regret with him is that he can't have more years with us. Wish his first two years could have been here too, instead of alone on the streets.
Fair Winds, (Glad you're back!)
Cap'n Jan
When I was little and still did the Halloween thing, my Dad made me a paper mache horse head for my horse costume. We used balloons, paste and plenty of newspaper strips for that thing! I just loved it. My Mom made a bridle and the reins!
DeleteI miss a dog - we'll just have to get one again!