Or as I remember them, “Bean Bag Chairs”. We did have one, and it was very comfortable to sit in. The real issue was when the chair wore out and you develop a hole in it. When you plop down in that scenario the Styrofoam beads shoot out of that hole like a winter blizzard. 🙂
I am not sure who Joyce Miller is, so if someone should know please enlighten me. I did a few internet searches but didn’t find what I was looking for. Anyway, here are some Joyce Miller Dolls from 1972. Grandpa and Grandma.
I am still here, and will start posting again this week. We had to move my mother to a home, her dementia had gotten to the point that my dad could not take care of her anymore. I flew home so that I could spend some time with her before she went. It was a good trip. Some of the time she knew who I was, the rest of the time she thought I was her brother. Regardless, I got to spend some quality time with her and that is all that matters.
I have not seen this before. This was a very cool concept for a toy.
If the tack layout in the lower right is suggesting that all those rings are actually connected then holy cow. Think of the amazing layouts you could come up with. The ad doesn’t specify what gauge the train is, but if it is close to HO scale I can just imagine the kind layouts that could be dreamed up between this and like a regular Tyco HO scale train.
I always thought these things were kind of cool. It was like having your own little movie projector. You put a cassette in and turned the crank to make the movie animate.
The one that I remember trying out, you could crank it backwards to make the movie go in reverse. That was always good for a laugh.
or as I have always known it, Foosball.
I can still remember seeing my first Foosball table. My grandparents where “dorm parents” for a college in Kansas. (This was back when adults monitored students in dormitories. I think a few colleges still do this.) Anyway I was visiting my grandparents in the late 70s, and I went to the dorm cafeteria where I first saw a Foosball table. The students quickly showed me how to play and I was quickly beaten. (lol)
But I was amazed at how fast some of those kids where on those tables. In a blink of an eye they could send that speeding like a bullet into a goal.
I guess they had to use the name Ant City since the term “Ant Farm”, as we learned in our post about “Antropolis”, is copyrighted.
Its kind of cool that you can separate the modules by tubes or plug the modules right into each other to make one big unit. As I said in the “Antropolis” post, would have loved to have an ant farm but it wouldn’t have been allowed in the house.
I remember seeing this game being advertised on TV and it always seemed odd to me that it was called Ants in the Pants. You are flipping objects into a pair of pants. To me it would have made more sense to be called Grasshopper in your Pants. I guess that name isn’t as catchy. 😛
Most of the regular visitors know that I post during my lunch breaks at work. So when there is delay in posting (like now) it is just because I have been working thru my lunch breaks. We are a person short for now and I am helping out.
Anyway back to the topic of this post. I kind of remember having this as a child. I can’t recollect if it was mine or if one of my friends had one. But I remember pressing the button and watching the plane go in circles.
Sounds really boring now that I think about it… heh.
The house that is pictured in the Blizzard of 78 post, is the house that I spent the majority of my youth at. That picture doesn’t really show the tree I am talking about, but on the left side you can see the top of the tree.
That tree is old and huge. The trunk branches of in three directions and each of those sections are just as full as can be with leaves. It is one of those trees that you can just climb up and find a nook to relax in. Calvin and Hobbes would have loved it.
My grandfather, who lived about a mile away, used to come to the house and setup a lawn chair under that tree. I can still picture him sitting there as he watched the world go by. It was a great location to just sit. The leaves were so thick that sunlight could barely penetrate anywhere under the canopy. Even on the hottest days, when there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, you could be under that tree and catch the faint whisper of a cool breeze.
My grandfather rarely spoke, so I always just figured he was sitting there and thinking about things. Maybe he didn’t, maybe he was just content to watch the world go by and not think at all. I really don’t know, but I do know that he always seemed at peace there.
I am not big on believing in ghosts, but I would like to think that on hot days his spirit is still there enjoying our shade tree.