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I remember when there were department stores.
Oh yeah, that was a great time.
Airfix was big brand in the Yuk when I was a kid, what were the big American brands?
Revell for one.
And AMT – mostly mostly model cars. Back around 1960 it was big to customize these cars.
But now we have this:
NEW 1/24 Scale Cindy Housemaid Cindy Maid Figure Resin Model
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I think Llpoh down voted this because it might be copyrighted and probably sent an email to Admin because he likes telling on people.
You are on the wrong thread LaughingStock. Go back to the other one where you can slurp on Stephanie’s dried up vagina.
It was probably some Faggot.
The face looks seriously MALE. That deserves a down vote for sure.
And Revell discontinued their Haunebu II flying saucer 3 years ago because of political correctness.
Revell, AMT, Aurora, and Monogram were the most popular.
In our small Pennsylvania town the models were in the toy department of the furniture, TV & appliance store. I even had a sweater like that. After I left the military I went to work for the same furniture, TV & appliance store.
There were sections in some clothier stores in my town.
And just how many avid modelers were in it for the Testor’s glue fumes?
Mimeograph ink for me. Oh, yeah….
Always volunteered to help with the mimeograph machine.
It wasn’t the ink, it was the drying agent. What was the movie where the teacher hands out the assignment, and everybody sniffs it as they get it?
Xerox killed the mimeograph…
Whoa, there. The original glue (the one favored by the gluebags) was the bomb. It bonded plastic FOREVER. Use too much, and your parts melted. Using the right amount was an art. And don’t even think about painting parts before gluing them. It trashed a pro paint job in an instant. Then the government busybodies stepped in over concern for the safety of huffers. They gave us crappy glue that smelled like lemons, and didn’t bond the plastic parts. And the huffers moved on to spray paint and gasoline.
That was literally the beginning of my lifelong hatred of government busybodies.
I loved them, esp the airplanes. I guess TPTB quit making them because they were like toy guns: not Kosher for Goy boys that would become White men. Sorry tribe, Country boys still turn into real men.
Remember Estes rockets ? Those were the days!
My grandparents spent a fortune buying me models to put together and paint. I had cars,boats and planes. The WWII planes had holes in the wings etc. from a heated up needle. This was to simulate the raids over enemy territory . Heck i even entered model contests but never won a thing.
I did the exact same thing. Hot needles, soldering irons – even shot a few with the .22, and then turned them into downed aircraft or sinking ships. I had a destroyer, very detailed, that I spent hours subtly creating damage and age damage. It was, I have to say, a piece of art.
Man, that was a long time ago.
Nick still puts model airplanes together.
Yep-model warbirds hanging from the ceiling trailing ‘smoke’ made from cotton balls. Good times.
I had a serious addiction to those things – or maybe it was just the paint and glue fumes. Cars, planes, movie monsters, ships, tanks, rockets, flying saucers, whatever. Even Ed Roth’s Rat Fink! And the legendary Mysterion car! Used to get them at the Woolworth’s 5&10 cent store for about fifty cents to a dollar as I remember. I had a paper route and picked up odd jobs, so cash was no problem.
There was an added benefit for me and the other per-pubescent punks – the woman in charge of the hobby aisle in the Woolworth’s was young and hot looking to our young eyes. She filled out her slightly tight uniform just right. Our nickname for her was ‘Miss Model’. I think she may have even enjoyed the attention. Thinking about it now, the manager probably knew just what he was doing, putting her there.
Revell…built everyone of their WWII USN aircraft and had them hanging from the ceiling in my bedroom.
When I was kid they were occasionally fun. As an adult I can appreciate they build and measure focus and attention and dexterity. Too bad I was an ADD kid. But nobody really knew about that back then. Most people today only know the early thinking on it which is a combination of bullshit and facts like it sounds.
When we were kids we would hike several miles through the woods, over the creek, and across the desert (this was Oklahoma) to get to Hobby Lobby where we would drool over the models, army figures, model guns, rockets, R.C. cars, etc. Then buy a balsa plane or something and head back. Good memories.
Now all they have is horrible smelling pot pouri (sp?) , flowers and picture frames. I guess all those years of kids not being able to buy anything finally took their toll on the cool hobbies.
Ken. I, too am an old Okie, long since transplanted to TN. What part of the state? I’m guessing OKC, as that was the first Lobby Lobby, as my grandkids used to call it. First one I remember was NW 10th off of Portland.
They still have models, but I have not bought any, so don’t know if they are the same.
So sad on multiple levels, and so true. Thank you for writing that.
It is a labor of love to be with someone until the end. Bless you.
Coming out of my self-imposed indefinite hiatus to offer you my heartfelt condolences. I know what you are experiencing first hand.
The last 24 hours of my dad’s life was giving him sips of water through a straw …. dunk the straw in water, cover the top, put it in his mouth, release my finger.
When they get to that point, they have just days left, if not only hours.
DON’T LEAVE HIM!!! I was so exhausted that when my sister came in the morning I left to go home to make breakfast and get maybe 1 or 2 hours sleep. Then I’ll be back, I promised. He died about 15 minutes after I left. And I wasn’t there to hold his hand. A regret I will have for the rest of my own life.
Peace to you, brother. And blessings also …. just as you are to your father.
Don’t worry about missing the last minutes. The same thing happened to my wife. What was important is being there at the end. You are only human.
Stucky, don’t blame yourself. Dying people may stop struggling autonomically out of a social preference. It seems to be a thing. I think perhaps your dad did not want to burden you. Maybe it’s some kind of a man thing.
https://bestpsychicdirectory.com/Why-Do-Dying-Often-Wait-Until-Their-Loved-Ones-Leave-Room-Dying
Great write AP Like Stucky said.Stay with him. My father also died a half hour after my mother and I left for the day. He just would not let my mother see him die.
AP,
Beautifully written and so very moving. I don’t have the words, I’m not a gifted writer. I feel your pain and can only pray that somewhere, somehow and at sometime you find the peace in knowing that he is in a better place, free of pain.
Yeah, I guess the times were changing when idiots started sniffing glue. Couldn’t buy glue unless you bought a model. When I was old enough to ride a bike to the corner store, father would give me a quarter to pick him up a pack of cigs. Now I shake my head that people have to be 21 to buy tobacco. We were smoking by the time we were 12. Not steady but still if you wanted to you could.
Just remembered about the ones you would put together with the prop driven by a rubber band. The pump up water rocket was fun.
AP,
Poignantly and powerfully and poetically written. A little consolation for you, my unknown friend; I feel certain that even in his daze he is totally aware of how deep your affection and admiration is. And those capital A gifts are the best farewell a person can receive.
Best wishes,
RJ
Yoji ole buddy remember to tell him thanks for raising you right. He did a good job.
Here one for him and us and old times.
AP,
My heart is with you. I know I will soon face what you are now facing and nothing that I or anyone else can do will fully prepare me for it. I’m afraid you are so very right about your micro and our collective macro loss. There is no replacing it easily but as our fathers, grandfathers, and great grandfathers have taught us we must, for those that follow us, lower our shoulders and rebuild.