My brothers, our friends and me had a TT for the same purpose! It served as a Sherman tank, a pirate ship, a race car or a space ship depending on what the majority wanted that day- or minute.
Plus we had ours and our neighbors creaky old barns, a smattering of abandoned farm and construction equipment, a few sections of rolling woods with muddy creeks full of fish (and blood suckers) and access to a semi-active rail road track to smash pennies on.
Oh, if only we would have had a Nintendo or a Playstation......
Oh ya! Put many miles on my dads 47-48 chevy parts cars. Cops and robbers. If you could have seen our chase scenes! We also lived by the tracks. We made large pennys also.
New pennies do not smash as well as the old copper ones!
"Take care and don't hurchour self on that old jalopy." My cousin and I had an old stage coach and some retired Yellowstone buses to play on. Sometimes we got caught.
Fantastic photo Jay!
These things were only in my imagination when I was a little boy but did have a grain truck for a short time to mess around in.
I don't think I messed around in Nancy, the 54 Ford demolition derby car of my brother's.
I can't count the times I cranked up the wagon box, held the catch and let go of the crank.
Did any of you wear double bread bags on your feet inside your shoes for the swampy/wet areas?
I had a bunch of pushed over Box Elder trees (still alive) down in the low pasture...
They needed room for the new barn in 63 or 64. One of the last barn raisings here in this area.
Eh hem. I let my grand-kids do what's in the photo and wow, that's ticks my son off bad... :-)
Is that a 23?
Oh ya, bread sacks in the boots. Boots with felt liners. Brown jersey gloves. When we had gloves. Sometimes it was socks on our hands.
Ahhhh. Brown jersey gloves kept my fingers intact for many years! Even doubled up for ice skating excursions. Still cold sometimes.
Eh hem. I may have had socks on my hands also. Something in my memory tells me the lack of individual fingers...
Dallas, your post would match my childhood experiences almost exactly. Bread sacks and socks for mittens. Playing in the snow until my fingers were numb then standing by the wood stove wishing the pain of fingers thawing would end.
Neighbor gave me a T Ford in about the same shape when I was 5 or 6 years old, c.1948. My dad was less than enthused, but it was around for several years, getting skinnier till it was gone. Quite a few T's needed parts then too. Dave in Bellingham,WA