Retro toys capture the imagination of the old guys in this episode. From Schwinn bikes, Radio Flyer wagons, and Frisbees to Play-Doh and chemistry sets, these lucky old codgers seem to have owned all the classic toys from the 1950s and 1960s. Richard recalls his delight at collecting rocks (yes, rocks…), stamps, and coins while Randy waxes nostalgic about the fantastic bounce of Superballs. Gary’s Red Ryder BB gun was an exciting (and considered dangerous by mothers) and popular toy for boys. Join us as we take another trip down memory lane to discuss retro toys.
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really enjoyed this, guys. Keep up the good work!
Silly putty!
Anything gooey, slimy, or sticky was fun! Silly putty fits the bill! It won’t be too long (well, a few years…) before your grandchild is playing with “slime”, the new favorite gooey toy.
Little plastic toy soldiers. We called them “army men”. Epic battles in the sand box!
Another example of how the post-WWII culture created a generation of “warrior” boys. BB guns, toy soldiers, six-shooters. We were tough little buggers!
I can remember going out on a summer morning (in the late 1940’s!!!!) and coming home with more marbles than I started with–an exhilarating feeling!
I can remember going out on a summer morning and coming home with a lot less marbles than I started with–a crushing feeling!
MARBLES AS A LIFE TEACHER!
I remember oiling my left handed Willie Mays glove with neatsfoot oil–I still have it!
Good show guys!
I can’t believe none of us brought up marbles! It might be that we all came home with fewer marbles each time we ventured out. I won’t drop the groaner of a punch line that naturally follows…