Daughter was a huge helper, and we managed to load up vintage glasses, bowls, record players, toys and a really cool Paul Bunyan tee shirt for son. It was a good thing we stepped lively, because the truck rumbled up about 15 minutes after we arrived. The family was fantastically generous, and we have most of the items in our house. But I am selling a few things on eBay. One of which is a set of Dick and Jane readers.
It sort of breaks my heart to see "Bruce" and "Barry" written on the covers of the readers in childish handwriting. Bruce and Barry are grown men with grown children of their own, but their little boy handwriting is something their mom hung onto till the near end. I know that even though my kids are 2 and 5, in about 10 seconds I'm going to be peeing on my rubber mattress while they puzzle through all the "junk" I saved over the years. All grown up, but for the scrawl on crumbling preschool projects mom couldn't throw away.
But I was only allowed to get sentimental for a moment. Because life chose to open up one of the readers I was thumbing through to the page where Dick and Jane's mom makes a great game out of plastic dry cleaning bags;
"Here is something you can play with while I rest," said Mother.
"Three plastic dry cleaning bags for us to play with," said Jane.