I believe toys are a crucial piece of childhood. Practice for “real life” and a way to learn and figure out who you are. Toys are serious business!
Once there was a 4 year old girl who thoroughly enjoyed taking care of her toy buddies – Bears, Monkeys, Little dolls, Big dolls, Bunnies, Doggies. She and her daddy even made chairs for them – painted red with leftover house paint.
Her own child sized chairs, covered with a blanket, provided space for her larger buddies. At mealtime, it was crucial to get everyone ready and in position…for whatever feast she had prepared in a tiny tin roaster pan. Part of a cooking set handed down from her mom. Plastic food and all.
This photo captures one of those times.
This little girl grew up to be a passionate educator…and an excellent cook, baker and party planner. And a mom. Just to name a few of the many destinations her toys led her to.
In 2006 we visited and toured the Martin Guitar Factory in Nazareth, Pennsylvania. My husband entered a state of nirvana trying out all the sample guitars. I enjoyed photographing the various stages of guitar making. One of my favorites…rows of body parts!
*(trivia question: this location – Nazareth, PA – was an inspiration for the first line of…what song?…which was also played on a Martin guitar)
As has happened in previous Tuesday photo challenges, one particular photo (35mm) instantly came to mind when I saw the theme. Even after 3 decades, I remember this image. A field of “wild” in the back section of our (fairly new) home’s half acre. We wanted to leave it “as is” for the wildflowers and grasses. It turned out to be the perfect place for a 2 1/2 year old to explore…and collect flowers and, as she called all things growing from the ground, “Natures.”
When I saw this week’s theme, one image instantly came to mind. A photograph I took several decades ago (35 mm)…but still remaining one of my favorites. This father and son inhabit the definition of play – the joy, the connection – and the give & take fun they are having playing together. Plunges into the lake, safely held tight and swooped up into the air. Over and over. At the age of almost 3 it doesn’t get much better than that.