Little Red Stories
We got our oldest daughter a red wagon for her second birthday. We used it for our other two girls and the kids that lived around us. In 1989 we moved to Florida and the wagon came with us. We kept it in the attic untill our oldest daughter who received it at the age of two told us she was pregnant and expecting a boy.. my husband got the wagon down and took it apart and cleaned it up..He painted it blue and we gave it to her at the shower filled with things for the baby.. she still has and uses it four boys later. The boys are 8,6,4,and 22mtsold and they still love riding In it our daughter is now 32 years old. It has been and always will be a very special wagon in our family
When I was a little girl, my wagon was everything to me! I used to haul my toys around in it, ride in it up & down the sidewalk at my grandma's house while my older cousin pulled it. We would use it to collect the old deposit soda bottles to take to the neighborhood pharmacy to cash in for more soda & candy! It was my favorite toy throughout my childhood & once my children came along, one of the first things I got for them when they were toddlers was their very own Radio Flyer wagon.
When I was a kid I use to love my wagon. My sister would put me in it and pull me to the little convenience store or pull me with her bike. I also would sit in it with one leg out and use it and scoot with it using my foot. Then one day my Dad took over with it and it was GONE. He used it for fire wood, He used it for his garden. He painted it and kept using it for his needs. I think he even used it after I got married and moved out when I was twenty four.
About 46 years ago, my husband’s family bought a brand new station wagon. To their surprise, they were given a brand new Radio Flyer wagon with their purchase of the car. My husband and his siblings were so happy to have this wagon. They enjoyed it through the years. When we had our first child, my husband’s parents gave us the wagon. We had our second daughter, and the girls would love the wagon for years. Now our oldest has two boys of her own. We decided it’s time to buy them their own wagon. My husband still uses the original wagon. He carries things from the shed to the garage. And uses it for many other things. I feel like this wagon has come full circle, I really loved hearing the story of how Radio Flyer came to be. This summer we took our grandson Luke to Old Orchard shopping mall. Luke got to try the wagon and he loved it. We are so happy to order a custom wagon for Luke and Logan and know that they will enjoy it for years to come. Thank you Radio Flyer :)
When you are a single mother raising three children that were all born in a four year span, the most important shield against trouble is a strong, flexible smile. If it is 9:00 pm and you think all munchkins are asleep, but you hear a gurgling noise and a little voice, "Mommy, I think Liam flushed my Barney down the toilet", you put your 'grit your teeth smile' on and grab some rags. When your mother tells you that your three adorable offspring are the smartest she has ever read to, you beam - without thinking your 'all-teeth smile' shines. When my middle son, Christian, was seven years old, I learned my Radio Flyer smile. One Saturday, I was cleaning windows and doing my version of home karokee, when the doorbell rang. As I marched down the stairs, not happy with whoever interrupted my ABBA jam, I saw the crabby mother of two from across the street. We had not spoken more than three times since I moved into our home because she insisted on criticizing everything from my boys' bug collecting to my daughter's propensity to wear a Trex costume in off Halloween season. I knew what was coming, and it was not going to be pleasant. "Do you know what Christian is doing?" she didn't even pretend to be polite. I answered honestly, "Not really, he is out playing with his brother I think." We lived at the end of a circle drive in a very small subdivision, I was certain the most trouble they could get into was picking the wrong neighbor's dandelions and blowing them all over. "Well, he has his wagon and is CHARGING other kids $0.25 for a ride around the block! And he is charging an additional $0.25 for pretzels or a drink from his water bottle during the ride!" the neighbor lady's voice was raising and lowering as if she were telling me that my seven year old was threatening kids with a BB gun - not playing with his wagon. And then it happened, the Radio Flyer smile, I couldn't help myself - I was proud that my grade school son had some entrepreneurial spirit, I was not happy that the neighbor failed to agree and I was confused on how to explain to my son that it may not have been appropriate to conduct business transactions with five to eight year-olds. The smile just wouldn't go away - mostly because I was so proud, yet so confused, but as I explained to my son the neighbor's complaints, I was still smiling, and so was he. Christian continued to be quite the entrepreneur and when the school called, or another parent, I always put my Radio Flyer smile on and remembered how it all started.
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.
These 2 boys are first cousins and they live being outside being pulled along in their Radio Red Flyer wagonBy: Brack L.