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Humpty Dumpty and Three Little Pigs caught the Old Woman in the Shoe, They knocked her and bopped her until they were stopped by a Little Boy Blue. Where have all the nursery rhymes gone? What has up-ended their reign? Was it radio or TV? Or insidious video games?   Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any pull? Is it MTV or X-Box that replaced all your wool? Where have all the jump ropes gone? What has taken their place? Hops...

The Perfect Train Set

An old man needs one last thing to complete his train set but it will cost more than he thinks.

Jim jumped to his feet when the doorbell rang, not an easy task at his age. He could picture Marjorie in the kitchen rolling her eyes, wondering how much this one cost. He wondered what would happen if he ever told her she only had herself to blame. She’d bought him a train set for their fifth anniversary, back when they were happy together. If divorce hadn’t been a forbidden word he knew she’d have gone by now. But peopl...

The Island of Hazardous Toys

The real story of the Island of Misfit Toys.

You want to know the real truth about the Island of Misfit Toys? You know the place – the one featuring cowboys riding ostriches, squirt guns that shoot preserves (raspberry or boysenberry I believe), and wooden trains, in particular, a caboose with square wheels -- those toys. The conventional wisdom was these oddities were deported from the grips of children simply because of a few snafus at the factory. But the real re...

Amanda

A special memory of one morning with my dad, and my favorite doll.

I'm lying on the floor of our rec-room, watching cartoons. I'm about eight years old and this is pretty much all I do on a Saturday morning. I hear the front door slam, a familiar sound, and glance up only when I realize that my father is coming down the stairs of our split-level home. He peeks over the railing at me, and says, "Come on..." He is sweaty, and covered with grass clippings. His black curls have already begun...

Her Life in Colour

A Loving Tribute to my youngest Daughter attending University

Her Life in Colour Sketches and doodles. Soups and pot noodles, these are the things of her day. Artistic licence is what she most craves, doing "her stuff" in her very own way. She won't reside in the shadows, I fear, why, if she has her way, she'll graduate next year. Fingerpaints paved the way a long time ago, Her dreams were all coloured in. Little Pink Ponies, Barbies and Kens. Noddy and Big Ears and Little Red Hens....