The Toys Are Gone

From 1968 until nearly the present time there have been gaboodles of little kids in my family life who needed toys to play with.  We gathered a lot of them, first for our babies, then the foster babies, then the grandbabies.  I’m talking babies until about the age of five or so.  While the babies lived here, pretty much the whole house was a toy box.  Once the kids were just visitors, the toys resided in white plastic lidded bins, stacked high in the bedroom for lack of any other space.  It was easy to get them out when there was a toy need, put them away when there wasn’t.

Recently the boy who is quite certainly the last grandchild turned 5 1/2 .  The toys in Grandma’s boxes are no longer suitable or even remotely interesting, for this one has moved on to bigger things–school, athletics, electronics, a busy social life, and so forth.  Those toys that never see the light of day anymore have been speaking to me.  They say it is time to move on, to find some new kids. I’ve been hearing them for awhile, but yesterday was the day to take action.

I sorted the contents of the boxes into three piles.  First were the toys that are mostly bits and pieces, worn out, missing key parts.  I looked them over, bid them good-bye, and tossed them in to the trash bag.  I enjoyed seeing them one last time, remembering them in their better days, but no sad feelings.

The next pile was toys with plenty of play left in them.  They would go into the bag for Goodwill, where hopefully they could continue their life’s work.  This took awhile because these had a lot of memories attached, which I revisited with the totally charming Cabbage Patch Kids and all of their softy stuffed companions. There were also the cars and other boyish stuff. It was a bit emotional to say good-bye, but not in a bad way.  I could picture new kids enjoying them and that made it just fine.

The third group will be sent to Austin to find new homes among the families of that last grandson’s friends.  There is a big bin filled with really good wood blocks, and another of Tinker Toys.  Remember Tinker Toys?  I’m attached to them because they were among my favorites when I was a kid.  Not one of my grandkids ever liked them as much as I did!  Hopefully they will find someone who loves them in this new life. The last bits are a small Kawasaki keyboard that granddaughters loved over the years, and a nice book that is a compilation of Dr. Seuss stories.  Everyone needs a little Dr. Seuss from time to time.

One of my favorites among the toys was the doll called Boo, from the movie Monsters, Inc.  I hated putting her in the Goodwill bag, but it had to be done.  As I was moving the heavy bag down the hall, Boo began to talk and sing from the dark depths.  I felt terrible!  I found myself assuring her that I was sorry, but all would be well in the end.  It’s a darned good thing I was alone in the house at the time.

Things change, and that’s okay.


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One Response to “The Toys Are Gone”

  1. I, Rodius on March 25th, 2013 at 8:02 am

    Thanks for the toys! The boy has busted out the keyboard for friends a few times since, and just yesterday morning, we spent a lot of time building wooden block towers while Mama slept in. I’m not sure he’s going to want to actually pass them on to the friends we had in mind for them.