When 
you have 6 kids it isn’t
easy to always be fair especially when it came to giving equal value gifts at
Christmas and birthdays. But
occasionally my parents would get into a dilemma when a friend would give some
discarded toy of their grown up child to Dad and it would only be one. I remember one time someone gave my dad to
giant gingerbread cookies and there were the three of us at home (Peter was a
baby so he wouldn’t count in this dilemma).
It ended up Dad proposing to John that if we girls could have the cookie
he would bring him another thing “soon”.
I am not sure how soon it was but within days and we girls were beside ourselves
in upset. The thing John got was a
RIFLE. I don’t know the rationale behind
Dad’s thinking but somehow I was old enough to think that a gingerbread man did
NOT equal a rifle. It wasn’t some cheap,
ordinarily plastic rifle. It was metal,
with a wooden handle and had a real trigger.
It wasn’t a real rifle but next best thing to one! Oh we were livid. But eventually we get over these things
(well, maybe we don’t since I am 65 and can still remember being UPSET). J
you have 6 kids it isn’t
easy to always be fair especially when it came to giving equal value gifts at
Christmas and birthdays. But
occasionally my parents would get into a dilemma when a friend would give some
discarded toy of their grown up child to Dad and it would only be one. I remember one time someone gave my dad to
giant gingerbread cookies and there were the three of us at home (Peter was a
baby so he wouldn’t count in this dilemma).
It ended up Dad proposing to John that if we girls could have the cookie
he would bring him another thing “soon”.
I am not sure how soon it was but within days and we girls were beside ourselves
in upset. The thing John got was a
RIFLE. I don’t know the rationale behind
Dad’s thinking but somehow I was old enough to think that a gingerbread man did
NOT equal a rifle. It wasn’t some cheap,
ordinarily plastic rifle. It was metal,
with a wooden handle and had a real trigger.
It wasn’t a real rifle but next best thing to one! Oh we were livid. But eventually we get over these things
(well, maybe we don’t since I am 65 and can still remember being UPSET). J
My grandmother would sometimes
send us Lego which would be spread out all over the basement floor when we
decided to do a “project”. John and I were
particularly good at it, Nette’s attention span was never great, but we could
sit for ours creating houses, fences and then using other things to make up
roads. Mostly we used cardboard. Years later we had accumulated quite a
collection which Peter and Erik “inherited”.
Since the basement in Winnipeg was completely developed into bedrooms the
boys would have the Lego spread out all over their bedroom floor. One time the boys got into a fight after they
went to bed and Dad had to go in there to hush them up but he didn’t turn on
the light and the next thing he knew his feet were being crucified by the Lego
on the floor. If he wasn’t mad before he
went in he was MAD at the pain and the boys got “what for” pretty good! Erik remembers it to this day and laughs.
I remember . . . but wait for it
. . . another eventful toy story!
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