Memory Monday: Toy Trucks - Now and Then

My granddaughter and the truck her granddaddy played with as a boy

TOY TRUCKS—NOW AND THEN

I remember my father-in-law talking about the blue glass bottle that he pushed for “miles” as a kid. He pretended that bottle was a truck and he had a lot of fun playing with it. When my husband was a boy, his parents got him several metal trucks—several of which we still have today.
When our children were small, our town was known for its garage sales and I found the “wonder” of shopping at them. I bought (well, maybe over-bought might be a better way of describing it) Fisher-Price little people with all sorts of accessories, like trucks. By the time my children were old enough to stop playing with them, I had a 55-gallon trash bag full of them. Needless to say, my two little ones didn’t care to play with my husband’s metal trucks, so they stayed boxed up for another twenty-five years. Today, my husband is in his late sixties and those trucks have been stored away for well over a half-a-century. They might have stayed that way, except I created my library with a place for future grandchildren to play. I cleaned up those old trucks and put them in the room.
The other day when my precious two-year-old granddaughter came over to play, I pulled out a bag of small finger puppets. She asked for the cow and bunny, then took off. The next thing I knew, she was hauling in one of the old metal trucks into the living room where we were sitting. To be truthful about the matter, I had forgotten about the truck since it was wa-a-ay under a buffet I had in my library. She immediately worked the finger puppets into the seats of the truck and started pushing it—squeaky wheels and all. My husband quickly sprayed the wheels with WD40 and she continued to play with it.
She has been over a couple of times since then and has played with the truck (and finger puppet passengers) over and over.  Funny thing about the finger puppets, she will only use the cow and bunny, trading them out as driver and passenger. And I have over twenty other finger puppets, including “people” ones, but she won’t put any of them in the truck. I really wish I could see into her mind and learn why she does it that way.
Oh well, at least after more than that half-a-century I talked about a moment ago, the wonderful old trucks are being played with again, they will probably last until the next generation, and maybe the next.