Days of Yore... "Your"? "You're"?
Published on December 22 2007
Whatever. I never was really sure what a "yore" was anyway. Some kind of Christmas thing. I've always been fascinated at the things people choose to post on the 'net. From family photos on Flickr to diaries to academic papers to music to videos on YouTube, there is always something out there to completely blow an afternoon on. Here's a great way to take a little Christmas trip back in time. Welcome to WishbookWeb.com
The vintage Christmas catalog archive project and home.I remember --- well, most of the time I can remember, anyway --- the day the Wishbook arrived. I could spend hours thumbing through it and "wishing". And now those days have come again....check out the 1971 catalog, especially. That was around my greatest wishbook days. And then I found it.... the thing I drooled over. The gift which I was sure would take me to the heights of literary stardom. Okay, I was 10 years old, lol. Ten year olds are allowed big dreams. I didn't get the red typewriter, as I recall; although I *do* remember using a real typewriter around that time. I think the folks may have borrowed one for me somewhere. I still haven't written The Great American Novel that I dreamed of when I was 10 years old, though. Continuing to flip through the pages, I came across this. Oh my. I had this Barbie. I remember clearly the purple vest over the orange leotard, and thinking that it was the. coolest. outfit. ever., marred only by those dorky silver boots. If I remember right, this Barbie was jointed at the waist, so that it sorta looked like she danced when you shook her stand. She was *so* hip to my 10 year old mind. K. So who ever said I had good fashion sense?? Continuing on..... KB, this one's for YOU. I truly believe you had every toy on this page. Every last one, as well as all of the Matchbox cars needed for the commute to the sandbox construction site. Remember the Tonkas?? Christmas shopping was so much easier back then, lol. UPDATE: I have been informed by a reliable source that my doll was NOT a "Barbie", but instead was a "PJ". What does PJ stand for, I wonder?