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Things You Don't See Anymore Part 3
- Thread starter Richland123
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My dad still uses his corded Sears brand drill he purchased in the 70s. It’s loud, and a few blue sparks shoot out the motor vent hole from time to time, but it works.
I inherited one. The two prong plug and metal grip give me the heebie jeebies.
I had a Sears corded drill that I bought in the 70s. I thought when they said that it had a lifetime warranty, “Great! When it dies, I’ll take it back to Sears for a replacement!” It did. I can’t. 
I had a Sears corded drill that I bought in the 70s. I thought when they said that it had a lifetime warranty, “Great! When it dies, I’ll take it back to Sears for a replacement!” It did. I can’t.
That sounds newsworthy to me, but I don't write the news.
I had completely forgotten a toy that I got for Christmas when I was four years old. It was made by the Marx toy company and used four dry cells for power. It wasn't so much that I had forgotten it, that I had forgotten details about it. Weirdly tonight it popped into my head. With the details I was able to find a photo online. the "roll bar" on mine was made of the same yellow hose as the front bumper.
The rest of the story (tip of the hat to Paul Harvey) is this...
December 24,1963 I was four and a half years old. My three older siblings and myself were bundled and getting ready to head out the door on our way to a relative's house. I fell and hit my head on our train platform under our Christmas tree. I suffered a head injury and went into convulsions. Someone ran next door and grabbed a neighbor. My father drove Mr. Oberly's car, a blue 1957 Plymouth. Mr. Oberly held me on the back seat. My Father was pulled over by a motorcycle cop. He took one look in the window and said, "Follow me". My father said that it was the fastest that he had ever driven in his life. The officer parked his bike by the emergency room door, ran back to the car and grabbed me. He told my dad and neighbor to park the car and ran off with me. I was in the hospital for six weeks. Obviously, I remember none of the events of that evening, but I heard the story many times from different people.
It is impossible to imagine what Christmas or the next six weeks were like for my parents or the rest of the family. I do remember that the only thing that I could see from my hospital room was a flashing neon sign for the local brewery across the river. Also, I had desert every day. The bad news is that it was the same exact desert every day, lemon Jell-O. (Or as my four year old self called it, yellow Jell-O.) It's odd what the mind chooses to remember.
When I came home in mid February they had Christmas again in my honor. I have no idea where all of the gifts came from, but our living room of our big old house would not contain them.
Among those toys was this "Marx-A-Kart". As I stated at the beginning, I hadn't thought of this in years.
The rest of the story (tip of the hat to Paul Harvey) is this...
December 24,1963 I was four and a half years old. My three older siblings and myself were bundled and getting ready to head out the door on our way to a relative's house. I fell and hit my head on our train platform under our Christmas tree. I suffered a head injury and went into convulsions. Someone ran next door and grabbed a neighbor. My father drove Mr. Oberly's car, a blue 1957 Plymouth. Mr. Oberly held me on the back seat. My Father was pulled over by a motorcycle cop. He took one look in the window and said, "Follow me". My father said that it was the fastest that he had ever driven in his life. The officer parked his bike by the emergency room door, ran back to the car and grabbed me. He told my dad and neighbor to park the car and ran off with me. I was in the hospital for six weeks. Obviously, I remember none of the events of that evening, but I heard the story many times from different people.
It is impossible to imagine what Christmas or the next six weeks were like for my parents or the rest of the family. I do remember that the only thing that I could see from my hospital room was a flashing neon sign for the local brewery across the river. Also, I had desert every day. The bad news is that it was the same exact desert every day, lemon Jell-O. (Or as my four year old self called it, yellow Jell-O.) It's odd what the mind chooses to remember.
When I came home in mid February they had Christmas again in my honor. I have no idea where all of the gifts came from, but our living room of our big old house would not contain them.
Among those toys was this "Marx-A-Kart". As I stated at the beginning, I hadn't thought of this in years.
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Are Wishniks and Trolls from the same sub species of Hu-man?
I am guessing I missed this somewhere in the pages, not that I had these on any car I drove I remember my grandparents and great Uncle did
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