In the 60s we played countless games of pickup baseball on the big fields around 2 sides of Lake Silver Elementary school as a kid growing up in Orlando, FL. Every weekend & every day in the summer. If you were inside you were probably being punished for some sort of childhood infraction.
All the fields are here have to be reserved. Haven't seen a baseball or football pick up game in decades it seems. only basketball. Kids miss digging in the dirt, sunshine, fort building, playing with model cars and army men.
I don't think those are Matchbox cars. I think that's a bunkered, dispersed parking lot in some ME shithole, probably an Al Qaeda or ISIS training camp, designed such that all of the vehicles won't be blown up by one bomb or missile strike. Wait. Oh, I don't have my tin foil hat on. Sorry. OK. It's on now. (looks at the photo again, blown up as far as I can get it on my screen) Looking closely I can seen dozer tread marks in the dirt. The heavy equipment is on the bottom right of the photo.
It's Hot Wheels or Matchbox. No tire tracks, the dirt is clumping like regular dirt, and that looks like a porch on the right part of the frame. Looks like somebody had fun though!
We used to make roads by clearing pine needles at the camp in Maine. We made airports for the gliders that cost five cents for the small one or ten cents for the one that looked like a jet. The rubber band powered planes cost twenty nine cents, I think. We occasionally had those.
They're matchbox. There's a farm tractor in the lower right in the parking lot. We have tractors sitting at the post office or the store where I live once in a while but never saw one in a business parking lot....yet.
Central NM, the farmers drive hay balers to the San Antonio crane ( 4 generations of Mexican women in the kitchen, obviously related ) for the best Rio Grande Valley Mexican cuisine ever.
We had a small creek in our backyard so I could dam it up with my fleet of Tonka Trucks, build roads etc. MY mom said I was too old to play with them after the 8th grade and sold them at our garage sale.
I had the first impression like a few of you did. Sad. But I noticed it was a poor layout. But all you need are some black cats, snap strips and gasoline and you can recreate some of your sand box days. What fun.
Tonka trucks, dozers, motorgraders etc, were my thing. Dad built a sandbox out back and it was my world back in the late 50s thru early 60s. My Mom always marveled at how I could entertain myself for hours on end. She loved it because I was always out of her hair, out of sight, yet she always knew exactly where I was and knew I was safe.
I went on to be a log truck owner operator and after I gave up driving I went to work running equipment in the woods, so I basically made my living running the real versions of the Tonka toys I played with as a kid. I never did have an indoor job and was always perfectly happy to work alone, just like when I was a kid.
I had the same scale bulldozer to make all this happen
ReplyDeleteIn the 60s we played countless games of pickup baseball on the big fields around 2 sides of Lake Silver Elementary school as a kid growing up in Orlando, FL. Every weekend & every day in the summer. If you were inside you were probably being punished for some sort of childhood infraction.
ReplyDeleteAll the fields are here have to be reserved. Haven't seen a baseball or football pick up game in decades it seems. only basketball. Kids miss digging in the dirt, sunshine, fort building, playing with model cars and army men.
Deletea broken piece of brick makes a pretty good dozer, if you don't have a store bought one.
ReplyDeleteHow about empty lots? New developments have no empty lots. Or firecrackers in your model cars when you're tired of them as inside toys.
ReplyDeleteI don't think those are Matchbox cars. I think that's a bunkered, dispersed parking lot in some ME shithole, probably an Al Qaeda or ISIS training camp, designed such that all of the vehicles won't be blown up by one bomb or missile strike. Wait. Oh, I don't have my tin foil hat on. Sorry. OK. It's on now. (looks at the photo again, blown up as far as I can get it on my screen) Looking closely I can seen dozer tread marks in the dirt. The heavy equipment is on the bottom right of the photo.
ReplyDeleteI don't think those are Matchbox cars...
Nemo
Interesting take on that. Now I have some research to do. Let’s see if you’re right.
DeleteIt's Hot Wheels or Matchbox. No tire tracks, the dirt is clumping like regular dirt, and that looks like a porch on the right part of the frame.
DeleteLooks like somebody had fun though!
We used to make roads by clearing pine needles at the camp in Maine. We made airports for the gliders that cost five cents for the small one or ten cents for the one that looked like a jet. The rubber band powered planes cost twenty nine cents, I think. We occasionally had those.
ReplyDeleteThey're matchbox. There's a farm tractor in the lower right in the parking lot. We have tractors sitting at the post office or the store where I live once in a while but never saw one in a business parking lot....yet.
ReplyDeleteThere is also what looks like a Spectrum Pursuit Vehicle in the lower left lot. The overhead profile and shade of blue look like the Matchbox model.
DeleteCentral NM, the farmers drive hay balers to the San Antonio crane ( 4 generations of Mexican women in the kitchen, obviously related ) for the best Rio Grande Valley Mexican cuisine ever.
DeleteWe had a small creek in our backyard so I could dam it up with my fleet of Tonka Trucks, build roads etc. MY mom said I was too old to play with them after the 8th grade and sold them at our garage sale.
ReplyDeleteI had the first impression like a few of you did. Sad. But I noticed it was a poor layout.
ReplyDeleteBut all you need are some black cats, snap strips and gasoline and you can recreate some of your sand box days. What fun.
MF
Tonka trucks, dozers, motorgraders etc, were my thing. Dad built a sandbox out back and it was my world back in the late 50s thru early 60s. My Mom always marveled at how I could entertain myself for hours on end. She loved it because I was always out of her hair, out of sight, yet she always knew exactly where I was and knew I was safe.
ReplyDeleteI went on to be a log truck owner operator and after I gave up driving I went to work running equipment in the woods, so I basically made my living running the real versions of the Tonka toys I played with as a kid. I never did have an indoor job and was always perfectly happy to work alone, just like when I was a kid.