Friday, August 3, 2012

Our Golden Goose

There's only one reason why we still have this particular 80s icon in our house: our grandchildren spend more time playing with her than any other 'toy' we have.  They ride her, kiss her, pet her, groom her.  She stars in their made-up plays and adventures.   She was the star in Jonah's recent 3rd grade class play; unfortunately a teacher accidentally dropped her on her tail, shattering her rear half.  The mortified teacher begged to buy me a new one, but where would you find such a thing in 2012?    We patched her up good as new.

 Our younger grandchildren love to dress her in whatever is handy.  Yesterday they used their Great-Great Grandma Ashe's  crocheted doilies.  If our golden goose could see herself in the mirror she would be embarrassed as all get-out:

We'll keep her around until disaster strikes and she's beyond repair.  I hope she lasts through all of our grandchildren's young lives before she gives up the goose.  Oops, I mean ghost.  In their old age they will have a common memory to laugh about.  And they'll wonder why Grandma had this dorky thing sitting around.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Suzanne - Kathy here, from Oregon City. Lovely to read YOUR side of the golden goose story. I think Bridget posted about it some time ago in one of her "funny things at my parents' house" posts. I have a vintage typewriter at my house, and all the grandkids are fascinated by it. Lots of charming little messages get left behind. I understand completely about the goose. :)

    I've "finished" my thesis for now, and would be happy to send it to you if you would like to read it. How was your backpacking trip?

    My email is: haynieoregon@gmail.com

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