This is a favorite story. It is always the storey that is searched for on my blog. I think it brings back a lot of memories for a lot of people. Today, someone found it and commented on it so I thought it a good time to put it up again.
I grew up in a large family. There were seven kids plus my mom and dad. My dad was the only one who worked, as was the norm in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s. My dad drove a fork lift at one of the local canneries. The only way there would ever be any money for Christmas gifts was for my mother to save money in a Christmas Club account at the local Bank of America where she made a weekly deposit.
One year my brother David, who was about eight years old that year, fell in love with a toy he saw on a TV commercial. It was a cannon that shot hard plastic balls. It was called the Mighty Mo. The commercials showed the Mighty Mo crawling over and through rough terrain all on a miniature scale, of course, but it looked really neat. The clincher was…
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