This week’s fun fact Friday is a rebuttal! Oooooo, so so, Sorry.
This was posted here, and thought you should hear my "take" on it. She's so cute. And so is her blog.
Back in the early 80’s when I was raising my young un’s, their father and I in our first home in a up-and-coming yuppie neighborhood of young families. Shortly after buying our home, and having our third child, my then husband quit his job and opened his own business, sending our family into a spiraling decent of financial doom and gloom.
So, my children never really suffered so. I can sqeeze money in many many ways. It was a good experience, but hard times.
We had fun, they didn’t play with tons of expensive toys or watch re-released Disney movies on that hot new item, Betamax. They made tents, played with Cabbage Patch dolls and their home sewn clothes (I was a fake fashion designer) and had lemonade stands. Tra-La.
And I lied to them shamelessly about the ice-cream man. (oh, and Santa, the Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy)
The ice-cream man was an imposition that this mother didn’t need in her afternoon. My budget for snacks was tight, but my kids had store bought Kool Pops, Fudge-sicles and ice cream of many kinds. They particularly loved Magic Shell. Do they still make that?
Anyway, dropping $3.50 for a double wide, red, white, and blue Popsicle that always ran a blue tint of syrup down your 4 year old’s arm, didn’t thrill me. Plus, the people that drove those trucks were straight out of prison or out on work release from some asylum. Toothless, leering at my toddlers standing near the curb. EWWWW. Kiddie perv On wheels.
But hey, the music (It’s a small world after all-a thousand times over) was cool.
So I promoted the myth. The music man. Kind-hearted lover of tunes, he/she would circle round the neighborhood, lulling those who still took naps to sleep (yeah, right lady) and bringing moments of joyful music to homes everywhere. They bought it for awhile. Or at least Sarah did. (my eldest). After a time, I gave them some cash, probably after some well meaning neighbor mom thought they’d treat the kids and got them a Push-Up. After that they joined the rest of the neighborhood kids and begged for ice-cream, OR ASKED FOR THE FROZEN TREATS MOM GOT AT THE STORE! Much more satisfying. The End.
New mom’s out there, feel free to introduce The Music Man to your area.