Thursday, September 29, 2022 Overcast with Sun Later Today, 14 Celsius / 57 Fahrenheit
A Father's Gift is Beautifully Restored
Two weeks ago, I received a letter from a reader by the name of Mr. George Zink. George asked me if I know who the manufacturer of a toy that he was restoring was, but I didn't. I asked George if he would send me more photos, and I would write a post for him. George send me more photos and that's how today's post began. I also asked for the dimensions of the day, but I didn't get them. However, when George sent me more photos, I realized that I was looking at a large-sized toy, and "presto", it was a peddle car from about the 1920's-1930's.
I answered George back, and then asked if I might write a blog post about his nice peddle car. As it turned out George inherited it from his father, and he's been in the process of restoring it for the last 8 years. Nevertheless the long time, the final result certainly has been a most-beautiful restoration. George inherited this old toy from his father, and wanted to restore it the way it would have looked way back then. He most certainly succeeded. As well, he had some nice friends who helped him out in this big job.
George is still working on this project, and is even going to plate nickel-plate some of the shiny-metal pieces on this fine old toy. It's truly been "a labour of love" as the old expression goes, and I look. forward to seeing the final result, when George will soon have finished the work.
For myself and my brother, we inherited my father's fishing equipment from when he had time to go fishing. My father passed away much too young at 59 years old, and my mother would follow a decade later at 64 years old.
I have old rods, reels, and even some lures from the 1950's and 1960's. I've even fished with the equipment, and caught fish. The equipment has changed over time, but the fish don't know that. It always is a warming experience for myself to be handling equipment that my father once used all those years ago. It brings back old memories and times, when my hard-working parents were able to find some time in the summer to spend in the country with their children. Later on, they would spend less time with us, and worked lots more to care and raise all four of us.
Those truly were "the good old times".
Thanks for dropping by,
And as alway,
Have a great time of the day or night,
wherever you may be.
My name is (Mr.) Stacey Bindman,
and I can always be reached at
toysearcher@gmail.com
