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.