Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Would-be Horror Props

Back in the early to mid-1960s, if you saved enough Chex cereal box tops, you could get a scarecrow doll.  I grew up with this doll in my parents' house, and now that my mother continues to slowly down size, I have it.  A disturbing bit of marketing memorabilia, a vintage nightmare inducer from my youth.  My mother has a lot of things - A LOT, but she's not a hoarder, per se, just someone who has a difficult time getting rid of things, letting go of those anchors to the past.  Thank God she's a neat freak or she would be a hoarder.