This week Younger Son and I took the old Fisher-Price playsets out of the closet in his room and put them all in one very large box left over from when we moved to his house 18 years ago and the playsets were, many of them, brand new.
“You’re still keeping those?” asked Virtual Sister, who stopped in for a cup of tea on Friday.
Yes! I have vivid memories of when each of those playsets was first acquired: the gas station/mini mart with the car wash and tow truck, the parking garage, with a ramp to the second story and an actual elevator, the downtown street with the Post Office (the door had a slot t0 mail a large plastic “envelope”) and a grocery with no-armed white-haired grocer in a long apron who looked a lot like Mr. Reed from the corner store where we walked to buy sugar cookies studded with M&Ms.
Each of those playsets was key to one of the everybody’s favorite activities: City on the Bed, when all the playsets would be arranged like a town and vehicles would go racing from one building to another to rescue little armless people from disaster (there were always wrecks, or robberies, or plane crashes).
The playsets always survived. I’m convinced Fisher-Price plastic was a byproduct of the space program.
Yup. I’m hanging on to them.
© 2010 Anne Bingham and Making It Up as I Go