Little Red Stories
My grandparents raised me and once they gave me a Radio Flyer wagon. It actually was for my grandmother and myself. You see she grew bachelor buttons by the thousands and sold them to a local florist. Since we didn't have a car she and I would take the flowers by "our" Radio Flyer to deliver them. This happened every Saturday morning for as long as the season lasted. I still have fond memories of delivering flowers. I later became a floral designer.
I used to sit in my radio flyer wagon and use my right leg to push it around when I wanted to "fly" on the sidewalk. I also decorated it and used it as a float for Mardi Gras. It held a lot of beads. That was about 65 yrs ago. I was keeping it but I lost mine in a hurricane so I could not pass it on to my grand kids. Wish I still had it.
Must. Have. A. Radio. Flyer. My daughter was not quite two years old when a little girl the same age moved in a few houses down in the Spring of 1989. She had a radio flyer with wood sides, big enough for both girls to sit in and have their toys with them as well. The two girls would share the flyer for walks in the neighborhood and play with it for hours. Then, in the early fall, the little girl moved away.... and took the radio flyer with her. My daughter was heart broken over losing her best friend AND the radio flyer. We decided that a wagon like the little girl's would make a good Christmas present! Where we lived, winter meant snow. For that Christmas Eve night, we got over a foot of snow. The snowplows did not come because of it being a holiday, so the sidewalks and roads were heavy with all that snow. The radio flyer was still in the box and this little girl could not believe a big wagon could be in that flat box. So at her insistence, without opening another present (for any of the children), we had to put the wagon together. And then put our snowsuits on and go out in all that snow around the block for its first official ride with the whole family. It was fun!!!
Ruthie and her Radio Flyer I'm 64 years old and I still remember the day I first laid eyes on my brand new red Radio Flyer wagon! I had been wanting one forever, mom and dad didn't believe in giving us what we wanted when we wanted it but eventually they would get what we asked for. For me it was that radio flyer. It became my permanent buddy. That wagon was a make shift carriage for my baby dolls. It was the way I took my empty soda bottles to the corner store and turned them in for candy money. Since we lived in the city we would walk wherever we had to be. My favorite experience was going to the grocery store with grandmom. She would pull me in my Radio Flyer wagon to the store but I would always put her grocery bags in my wagon for the trip home. To this day I think of that wagon and miss it and all the good times I had with it.
Growing up as a boy, my red metal Flyer was the best thing in the world! whether I was playing in the backyard or being taken around the block - I wasn't going anywhere unless it was in my Radio Flyer wagon. I'm sure there's even photos of me in the wagon riding around in one of Chicago's floods. :) Thank you for the memories! - I wish I could find the images.
Our story begins in the late 1970s when my son George was about five years old. I believe it was Stokley can goods who had a special offer, if you save 100 labels and send them in, you would receive a Radio Flyer Wagon! I remember having all the family members, grandma and aunts saving labels so we could get this red wagon, which we did after about a month or two of saving. My son was so excited when it arrived. He would have me take him to the park, grocery store and everywhere in his radio flyer. After about five years my father helped him repaint his wagon. My dad worked at the Cadillac dealer ship in Oak Park. One of his customers was Mario Pason and my father was telling him about his grandson and the repainting of his radio flyer wagon. He mention to him that he needed to find new hubcaps to remount the wheels. Lucky for us he was so kind to get them. We still have the wagon today which was also enjoyed by my grandson. So many special memories in this Radio Flyer Wagon!
I was born and raised in a small coal mining town in PA. Of course my dad worked in the coal mine so my parents couldnt afford to buy a radio flyer for us kids We would go to my grandparents in Gettysburg every other weekend. It was so exciting because we would go to the battle field. However my best part of the wekend was going in my grandpas garage and pulling out the old metal radio flyer. I would go up and down the driveway pulling my dolls in the wagon. That was in the early 60s and the red radio flyer was all metal except the tires. It was such fantastic memories i bought a radio flyer to pull my children around. Then bought one to pull my grandsons around. When they outgrew the wagon my grandsons used it to pull around their "special" rocks bugs, pine cones. Anything they thought was special. Three generations have loved and enjoyed great memories with the red radio flyer