Thursday, August 11, 2022

Throwback Thursday - Casper the Ghost Doll


It seems like a wave of nostalgia has washed over the Blogosphere. It started with Divers and Sundry posting the song Remote Control and BioArtGal posting a back to school journal page.

The one who sent me wandering down memory lane was Andy Fish posting about his visit to The Harvey Mercheum - A Celebration of Harvey Comics.

I read some of the Harvey comics: Lil Lulu, Lil Audrey, Richie Rich, but I liked watching Baby Huey, Casper the Friendly Ghost and other cartoons on Saturday mornings. 

When I was 5 years old, I had been very ill. It wasn't measles, but I don't remember what the illness was. Maybe the flu. Just that I had a very high temperature and was in bed for a long time. 

 I remember Ma had called Dr. East, and was upset with him that he wouldn't make a house call. Dr. East said Ma could bring me to the office. It was Winter, and Ma bundled me up in my fuzzy, blue jacket that smelled of Mr. Whitaker's stinky cigars. (Mr. Whitaker was the driver that picked me up for nursery school and kindergarten.) Dad wasn't home from work yet and Ma didn't drive a car back then. She called her friend, Isabel, who lived down the street and gave Ma rides into Boston when Ma worked for the Carver Dress Company in Boston's garment district.

The doctor's instructions were to put me in a tub of lukewarm water to try to bring my temperature down along with doses of orange flavored St. Joseph Aspirin for children.

On the short ride home, I remember being very hot and the stinky cigar fumes from my coat making me feel even worse. Ma grumbled that the doctor made her bring a very sick child out in the cold when he barely did an examination and could have told her to put me in a tub of lukewarm water while she was on the phone with him. 

I must have been very ill and my parents very worried. Shortly after the visit to the doctor's office, Dad brought home a talking Casper the Ghost doll for me. This is why I know I must have been very ill. The Brother and I got toys and stuff at Christmas and our birthdays, but not at random times during the year.

I'm sure Ma would have preferred he had brought home a baby girl doll, but Casper became my favorite (even though I secretly wanted the Matty Mattel doll).

I loved Casper and lugged him around with me everywhere until his white, terry cloth body became a dingy grey. The doll I had didn't have Casper's name embroidered on his chest. Casper talked when you pulled the magic ring at the back of his neck. He made a ghostie sound, "OOooooo" and he also said, "I'll play with you." Casper fell out of bed with a loud thunk. He fell out of bed so often Ma and Dad stopped rushing in to check to see if I was alright. Casper's trips to the floor caused some of the phrases he said to run together. My Casper said "Oooo, play iwth youoooo."

Many years later I commuted to Boston University. In the mornings, my dad or Isabel's sister, Josie, who worked in Boston would give me a lift. In the afternoons, I would take the T from Kenmore Square Outbound to Longwood to catch a bus to Natick. Sometimes I would take the T inbound to Boylston and walk down Boylston St. to Park Square to catch the the Boston to Framingham bus. If I was early for the bus, I would window shop at the Boston Music Company or an antique shop next door.

One day as I walked by the antique store, in the window was a Casper doll. Just like my Casper doll. He didn't have his name emblazoned on his chest. I was very tempted to go in an ask about Casper, but a sign at Casper's feet indicated he would cost $100 to bring home. I only had enough cash in my pocket for bus fare so I walked on by.

Y'know, I've always been sorry I didn't check to see if that Casper was my Casper. One pull of the magic ring, one "Oooo, play with youooo" and I would have known for sure.

Did you have a favorite doll or toy when you were a kid?

Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Whatcha Doin?


I'm still working on my sketchnotes and practice for the Modern Storybook Script class.

Whatcha doin?

Tuesday, August 9, 2022

T Stands For The Dropped Dead Murphys Tour - Part 1

A short post this week. Himself, the Eldest, and I took a few days last month to make a genealogy tour to Lewiston, Maine. Himself wanted to find the graves of his maternal great-great and great grandfather. 

The title is a play on words on the Boston Celtic punk band, "The Dropkick Murphys" 

Our trip first began with a slight detour to New Hampshire to visit Himself's youngest sister. She's been having some health issues. We brought a picnic lunch and sat in her sunroom and had a nice visit.

If you've read BioArt Gal's blog, you'll recognize the Piscataqua Bridge that connects the coast of New Hampshire to Maine.

It was a long day of driving. Two or so hours to get to my SIL and then another two or so hours to get to the hotel in Lewiston. We were tired and hungry, but didn't want to go out to a restaurant to eat. I just wanted to take my br shoes off and relax. We found the Chick-a-Dee restaurant down the street from the hotel and placed an order for take-out.

When we got there the parking lot was jammed. I'm glad we decided not to eat in as the wait was well over an hour long. We still had another half an hour to wait for our order even though we had been given a time to come and pick up.

There was a waiting area in an enclosed porch so the Eldest and I took a seat while Himself waited in the car. A lady waiting next to me struck up a conversation. She said the food was really good. It was the only place her husband would do take-out if she didn't feel like cooking. She said she was surprised how busy the place was for a Wednesday night.

There were people going into the restaurant but no one coming out. So I let my imagination wander a bit. Maine is the home state of author, Stephen King. If you're not familiar with him, he's the King of Horror. So here I am waiting for take-out with people going into the restaurant and no one coming out. I'm envisioning a story like the movie Soylent Green. If you don't know the movie, go look it up. Better yet, watch it. 

After what seemed like days, we finally got our order to bring back to the hotel. The Eldest and I split an appetizer of Coconut Shrimp. I had fried clams, sweet potato fries, Cole slaw washed down with Pure Leaf Ice Tea and Lemonade.

As my friend in the waiting area said, the food was really good. The service not so hot. They messed up part of the order and left out dessert, but billed for it. When Himself called to ask for a refund, the help couldn't find the manager. Himself was told to call back the following day. Himself called and after a wait, he got to speak to the manager. The manager couldn't reverse the charge on the credit card, but promised to send a check. You know the expression, "the check's in the mail"? Yup, still waiting.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.

Monday, August 8, 2022

The Date

We had stopped at the store to pick up a few things. On the way out, Himself said, "I'm going to take you on a date."


"No. Some place where you can take your weird pictures."

"The car wash! You really know how to treat a girl."

Here we go!

A bubble bath!

Looks like storm clouds

The eyes are watching us

Looks like an angry frog

A present with a red bow!

Almost done

The blow dryer looks like a weird, musical instrument

Let's go again!

Sunday, August 7, 2022

How Does Your Garden Grow?

Red sky at night

Somebunny planted a morning glory

Eerie crescent moon. At least it was supposed to be a crescent

With another

week of


hot and

humid days

this garden just looks tired

except for the weeds

How does your garden grow?

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Fun Facts About the Commonwealth of Massachusetts


Named in 1983, Dighton Rock became the official state explorer rock. The 11 ft. boulder once rested on the shore of the Taunton River. The rock is covered with mysterious petroglyphs. You can visit the rock at its own museum adjacent to Dighton Rock State Park.

Friday, August 5, 2022

The Friday Five Good Things

Marginal Way, Ogunquit, Maine

 Five good things that happened this week.

1. The Young One arrived home safe and sound from Ohio.

2. I'm enjoying the Modern Storybook Script class

3. The Young One's laptop died several months ago. Her  friends from Ohio gifted her with an older laptop they weren't using. She had been using my laptop so I got my laptop back

4. I had. a nice long chat with my Cousin, and a promise to get together when the window replacement at her house is finished

5. Teague and I made plans to go to Maine for a weekend at the end of August

How was your week?