Re: Mr. Potato Head. When I got my kids theirs, I was really surprised to,see the plastic potato! My set had only the little parts…you had to provide your own real potato!
I played with it when he was outside playing but he always knew because of the melted plastic smell ( which now when I think about it was probably toxic) …I really liked it. It was worth getting him mad.
I played Army all the time with my dads pump action bb shotgun. Never used bb’s but it made a very loud bang. Once we were playing near the street and this guy stopped his car and chased me because he thought i shot at him. I was probably 8 yrs old. Well, I had the advantage because I knew where I could dive through the thin part of the hedge in the neighbors yard. I ran through the yards and ran into the house and hid behind our basement furnace til my brother came and found me. Oh, the good old days!
I was quite the tomboy but I did love my Thumbelina doll. I still have it and it still works. Big pink knob on the back would slowly turn the dolls head ever so gently. The whole body moved when you laid it down. Very realistic.
Unlike my Chatty Cathy doll. Wow, was that thing scary! Extra tall and you put a colored plastic record into her side and pulled a cord and she talked. She had a few different records. Just frightening I tell ya.
The Ghost & Mr. Chicken
The Reluctant Astronaut
Any movie w/ Doris Day or James Garner or Rock Hudson (think “The Thrill of It All” or “Roll Over Darling” or “Glass Bottom Boat” or “That Touch of Mink” or “North by Northwest” - etc, etc) oh my, I’m going to have to go searching Netflix/Amazon or any other streaming sight now…I am sooo in the mood!
I also remember exactly where I was when I saw the movie “the Birds” . I was alone!
Also remember throwing my coca cola straight up into the air as I jumped into my moms lap when we watched the episode of “The Twilight Zone” when Bill Shatner opened the airplane curtain and the monster was right at the window!!!
My dad bought my brothers a pellet gun - it looked like a real rifle except you pumped it so it must have been powered by air. They were allowed to shoot targets only in the backyard. Then they had some friends over and apparently one of their friends shot a bird and my mother got really upset. She loved birds - we had so many beautiful bird houses on our property. We had one huge one on a lantern pole that was alway filled with bird seed.
Anyway, after that my father took the gun away and they never saw it again. Honestly I think he either gave it away or threw it out.
I didn’t have Chatty Cathy but I did have Charmin Chatty. Still have her in a box. Also still have my old Barbie in a case with lots of vintage outfits. I had sons so these things didn’t get played with(although maybe that is not politically correct)? I really played with my Tammy doll the most. I also really liked my xylophone and zither.
I had somehow managed to repress this memory, but something about the Chatty Cathy doll posting brought it all back.
Does anyone remember the “Growing Up Skipper” doll? I think she was supposed to be Barbie’s younger sister or maybe cousin - you would turn her arm and she would grow a bustline? It’s just too upsetting - I can’t even …