So yesterday’s high school ceramic treasures were only the tip of the iceberg folks. There is soooooo much fun stuff to go through in the boxes my Mom brought–things that I love, things that I totally forgot about, and things that I can only wonder what the hell was I thinking? (And, more importantly, why the hell would my mother save these things?)
Funny thing is, as a child, I was obsessed with things like time capsules. I always thought it would be fun to collect some random assortment of things that meant something to me, write a few letters, bury it deep in the ground, and return 20 or 30 or even 50 years later to rediscover the treasures from my youth.
If memory serves, I did bury a coffee in the backyard of one of the houses we lived in in Bird City, Kansas, but I doubt the good folks that live there now would allow me to excavate their entire backyard just to find it because honestly, I’m not even 100% sure of its exact location. At 6-years-old, I wasn’t wise enough to draw myself a detailed map or put it in a place where I wouldn’t lose it.
Oh well, I’m not going to fret too much about it. After all, when things like these were left in boxes in my parents’ basement, I have a hard time believing that I actually put anything in my old coffee can capsule worth digging up…
Hell yeah! That’s right all you 80’s kids, I’ve got Popples!
Seriously, any kid who lived in America during the 1980’s should know what these are. I have to admit that I am seriously disturbed that my husband wrinkled up his nose and said, “Uh, what the heck are those?” when I pulled them out of the box. Are you freakin’ kidding me? Popples! Between Mattel’s huge line of large plush Popples, Rock Star Popples, Pufflings, Sports Popples, Flower Popples, Fruit Popples, Pillow Popples, Costume Popples, Special Edition Animal Popples, Pocket Popples, a four-issue comic book series and a Popples cartoon series in 1986 and 1987, how the hell could you possibly miss these things?
In my husband’s case, I blame Star Wars. For any other 80’s kids, I am going to need one helluva good excuse.
After a good cleaning to get rid of the 20 years of dust, little Bibsy and Prize Popple are ready to be loved and played with again, and Miss Cadence has already adopted them into her collection of favorite toys.
How’s that for recycling?