This toy tractor and trailer truck is a fond reminder of my childhood. Not so much for playing with the truck, which I did, but more about how I acquired it and what it meant to me then and now.
My twin brother and I were raised for the majority of our childhood by our single mother. While my mother worked hard to provide for us we still didn't have a lot of money which meant that new toys were mostly received at Christmas or on birthdays.
As I recall, when I was about six or seven years old I received 25 cents a week allowance. I saved all my allowance money and any other money I received for months until I had about $6.00 in my piggy bank. I don't recall if my brother and I asked our mother or she offered, but we went to the near by five and dime TG&Y store which had the best toy department in town so we could spend the money we had saved up for so long.
I can still remember the feeling of standing in the aisle of the toy department and looking at all the shelves filled with toys and knowing I had enough money to buy just about any toy I wanted. The feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment that I felt at that moment has stayed with me my entire life. That simple and seemingly uneventful moment in my youth taught me that saving for future needs or wants is a good thing and I have my mother to thank for that.
As I grew older and found other interests I naturally played less and less with the truck but I could never bring myself to part with it. My mother suggested that I put it away and one day, in the future when I had children they could play with it. The truck has sat packed away in a cardboard box at my mother's house for over 30 years. Recently while visiting her I asked about the truck and she pulled it from the closet and we unpacked it and I brought it home for my children to play with it as I did so many years ago. Today my children play with it and I've told them this story in hopes that they understand what this toy represents to me and maybe some day their children will play with it as well.
