Dear Fisher-Price Vintage Cash Register:
The hubby played with you as a boy and despite all those years of resting up in the attic you were no match for a 2 1/2 year old nimble fingered girl who crammed your every nook and cranny with pastel foam art pieces, poker chips, and even, somehow, a small pencil. Like Humpty Dumpty, the hubby and I both tried to put you back together again after I took you apart and shook out all the foreign offending objects, but you were beyond repair. I knew you were a goner when you no longer made that little tinny “ding” sound and your drawer was permanently stuck.
You were a good toy and both girls enjoyed playing with you. Rest in peace and gain solace in the knowledge that your coin pieces live on and will get a ton of mileage every time the girls drag out one of their purses. It makes me sad to realize that all the new-fangled toy cash registers have scanners and I bet none of them make your homey little tinny “ding” sound. I’ve thought about asking Santa to bring a new cash register, but I’m not sure I want to encourage their love of shopping as the I Love to Shop Gene is already a dominant one around here, land of estrogen.
p.s. Does anyone remember the Fisher-Price farm from the early 1970s? I had the set in the upper right hand corner (photo courtesy of Plaid Stallions.)
My mother-in-law still has a very cool Sesame Street play set Fisher-Price from that time period. I don’t think Miss A needs to be left alone with that toy, should she decide to destruct it, too.
Speaking of toys from the past, Sears is releasing a Wish Book this year for the first time in 15 years, which I think is a very cool thing.