Weebles Wooble and The Tree House Falls Down
This past week, we were in North Carolina visiting Grams. While we were outside of my cell’s data network, we were able to spend a little extra time exploring corners of the attic. Which is where I discovered my much beloved Weeble Tree House.
At 55 weeks, hence three weeks after Lucy’s first birthday, I received an email from the Wonder Weeks people informing me that this was a great time to invest in a farm or train set. I wish that they had told me that a little closer to her actual birthday, instead of after she had received a ton of toys from family and friends.
Then I remembered that we have tons of toys in our attic that my parents packed away for this very occasion, their first grandchild. I was mainly on a mission to find a couple of my favorite puzzles, but the toy houses were the easiest to find. I left Castle Greyskull in its place. After all, that was Alex’s.
All of my toys were there! I even found a set of mermaid bath toys I was sure I would never see again. Granted her hair is pretty disgusting and the blue water stains are a little disconcerting. But I was so excited. Especially over the Weeble People Tree House. I spent many hours trying to figure out why exactly you would stand by yourself in the little nook in the tree house. But I loved it nonetheless.
When I first pulled the Weeble Treehouse from the attic rafters, I noticed I had knocked off a little edge off of the roof. I was a tad bit frustrated that I hadn’t been more patient in removing it from the wedge of packed corrugated boxes. They did this all before the advent of the organization industry. Granted each group of toys were thoughtfully placed in Ziploc bags, but the outside of the boxes were not labeled. Regardless I was still impressed. The pieces were in the appropriate puzzles and our toys looked like they were in relatively good shape over twenty years later.
Later when I carried all of the items downstairs, mom helped me start to wash the toys. The roots of the Weeble Tree House began to crumble. When I opened the bag full of accessories, the fumes about knocked me out. How heartbreaking. So after spending a couple of days in the recycling, the Weeble Tree House made a final appearance for a nostalgic photo shoot. Here is a catalog shot, as well.
So I decided to toss the tree house. Very sad day. But then I decided that we could save the picnic table, tricycle and rocking chair. Plus the family. The likelihood that she will become sick from the limited amount of time that she will spend with the Weebles is very slim. Just to be safe, we left them at Grams’ house.
As I was searching for the name of the tree house, I discovered one for sale sans accessories for only $3.99. So I called my dad to see if he had tossed it yet. If not, we could save everything but the structure and be golden. Alas, it was all in the trash. That’s okay. My dad, who reviews everything that is tossed, did not flinch. He said that the plastic was so gross, he had to wash his hands with alcohol afterwards. Yikes. Maybe storing these thirty-five-year-old plastics in an uninsulated attic was not the best for its longevity. You gotta live and learn.
I must admit that I love looking at toys for Lucy. But after this experience of resurrecting my childhood treasures, I realized that what I am really shopping for is my own childhood experiences. I am very lucky that my parents are still living in my life-long home with all of those toys untouched for this very purpose. Not many people can say the same.
With Toy Story 3 out in theaters now, I am pretty certain that Toy Story 4 is when Andy moves home after college. And then Toy Story 5 is when Andy pulls out the toys to play with his own kids. Having only seen the first Toy Story, I can guarantee that Toy Story 5 will be my favorite. At least what I experienced this past weekend was pretty amazing.
Watch for more of my favorite childhood toys coming soon. I brought a few back to share. Plus I am in the process of rehabbing and photographing more on future trips home.