The other day I was doing a little shopping for Miles's upcoming birthday and I came upon these Toy Story 3 figurines. Of course, the child in me just had to purchase them so now they sit on my desk at work and smile at me. A quick google search finds the chatter telephone and Woody on the movie's webpage where I discover I can download a pic of them to make into wallpaper for my iphone. I am such a play nerd I just may do that!
As soon as I saw the chatter telephone figurine I was immediately taken back to the playroom at Miss Bev's house. Miss Bev was the "babysitter." She was a good friend of my parents who watched my sister and I while they were at work along with a handful of other kids. I have such fond memories of my time there; I believe I was somewhere between 4 and 7 as this was my age when we lived in this small town of 500 people in Iowa.
Miss Bev had a time for play, a time for lunch, and a time for nap. And a time for the "thinking chair" if necessary. I can only remember one time I had to sit there. I was the type of kid who was so guilt prone I rarely needed much punishment.
Lunch was things like mac-n-cheese, pb&j, and chicken noodle soup with milk in a small, pastel Tupperware cup and a wafer cookie for dessert. Miss Bev made the best chicken noodle soup from the can because she knew just how many saltines to add. To this day I can't make it like she did.
I don't remember the toys themselves, but I do remember playing and playing with Sesame Street in the background on a small black and white TV. When I outgrew naptime I was so proud to sit with Miss Bev as she ate her salad for lunch and watched Days of Our Lives on TV.
Miss Bev and her husband had 3 sons, the youngest of which was about 4 years older than me. One time they had a refrigerator box that their two youngest sons turned into some sort of puppet theater. Incidentally, the youngest son now is a thespian (35 years later I know this partly due to the wonders of Facebook) and my sister also studied drama in college. Another time Bev was expecting to start watching a new baby. I can remember helping to clean their old navy blue baby carriage. The baby's name was Lori. Bev's middle son made up a song about her. I have the strangest memory as I still know the words and the tune.
There was an old Lori who lived in a shoe.
She had so many brothers she didn't know what to do.