And then there is the tale of four Woodies….Woodys….Woody’s? In order of appearance in our lives- Michael’s Woody, Andrew’s Woody, CJ’s Woody and Beej’s Woody. Michael’s Woody is an original from when Toy Story was first released. It still bears his name on the bottom of the boot. This guy has been “shelved” in my office, needing repair and not up to being subjected to little boys’ rough housing. Andrew’s Woody is slightly smaller than the others, looks brand new and holds a place of honor out of the little nephews’ reach. Woody #3 is CJ’s. His vest and hat have been missing for awhile and his belt has been repaired many times. It’s nice to know that he’s well played with and much loved. And then little Beej’s Woody is a secondhand edition, equivalent to training wheels. He loves his Woody but he really gives him a beating, too, so he will have to wait for his own new Woody.
Is it only me or are I and J tough letters? My mind went blank. I searched through my pictures and was lucky enough to stumble across two for I but those pesky J’s were elusive. Finally, I remembered my jacks.
And my jacks. These are the jacks that I played with endlessly as a child. The fabric pouch was handmade and it had a drawstring to keep the jacks along with three balls safe. I wrote “Jacks” on the outside in pen, just in case….. I’m not sure- I kept them with my treasures so no one else ever saw them. Did I think I would forget? Two of the three balls have lost some of their bounce. I did not know that super balls (that’s what they are called, right?) could lose bounce. I admit that I did not try to play although I really did want to.
I hope the sun is shining in your part of the world!