Ever seen these blocks before? There used to be more. There still are, somewhere, but my children have scattered them all over our house right now.
When I first played with these, they were kept in a cabinet in my grandparents' RV, specifically for the grandchildren to enjoy whenever they traveled to our houses. Along with these was a Mr. Potato Head and an Etch-a-sketch, along with probably one or two other things. I have such fond memories of these.
As we were going through things at my grandparents' house, each claiming a few items that meant something to us or that we had always loved, I was having trouble deciding what I wanted. After all, how does a person go about picking which item says "Grandma and Grandpa" to her? I got a beautiful painting that was on the living room wall, a few of Grandma's tea cups, one of the old army cots we used to sleep on when all there together, and these blocks. It almost seems silly, but I have so many memories of playing with things like this only with them.
As my children started to get restless on the 10 hour trip home a couple weeks ago, I passed these back to them. My daughter was seriously occupied for almost an hour! There's nothing really special about them. They're just pieces of plastic that fit together in a myriad of ways. But something that is over 20 years old (I won't think about it being probably even older than that because then I'd feel old, too) was suddenly like new again.
Just like the one who used to own these is also "new" again, enjoying her eternal reward. Huh. Maybe it wasn't that silly of me to grab these blocks.
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