Thursday, July 22, 2010

Poor Pitiful Pearl Doll


With Flora wanting the latest doll fade, Baby Alive I remembered when I was in the 1st or 2nd grade the popular doll was Poor Pitiful Pearl. My friend across the alley, Ellen Swager got one for Christmas. I did not. Apparantly it was too expensive for my parents to buy me for Christmas. There were 6 of us children to buy for, Ellen and her big sister were the only children in their family. I remember just asking Ellen if I could hold her? She was so Awesome! I just kept hoping the next Christmas I would get a Poor Pitiful Pearl doll of my own, I never did.

Poor Pitiful Pearl was based on a cartoon character created by William Steig. The doll was first marketed in 1958 by the Brookglad Corp., Glad Toy Co. Later in 1963, the Horsman Doll Company took over the manufacture. Research tells me she came in either a 12" or 17" version. She was also marketed in 1976 but had the 1963 markings. The original doll came with two outfits; a tattered dress, in variations of the above, and a party dress.
This is the early 12" version of Poor Pitiful Pearl made by Brookglad Creations, Inc. in the late 50sThis is another version of an early Poor Pitiful Pearl. Also made by Brookglad Creations, she is marked on the back of her neck "Glad Toy". She is different than the doll above in that she is 17" tall, and has a one piece stuffed vinyl body. Her arms and legs are not jointed but are part of the body. She has wires inside her body to give it form. This Pearl is wearing the "party dress" that came with her. She is actually from the late 50s.

Summer nights and growing up Brittingham

On hot summer nights like tonight as children we would be all over the neighborhood, barefooted and chasing what we called "lignting bugs" till dark http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/bugs/firefly.html
and Mom was calling through the back door "kids, it's time to come home" we always did what Mom said. Dad was always at work nights on the Police force. We took our loot into the house in our maynoisse jars and or jelly jars and watched them light up till we fell asleep. Then shocked in the morning when they were dead.
Then we jumped up before 6:00 a.m. and grabbed our buckets to pick locusts shells from the trees. We gathered buckets full! After that we picked wild blackberries at Martha and Mr. E.G. Lamoine's yard. Then the clover patches for hours to find a four leaf clover.
These were simple times when we could leave the house early in the morning and run the neighborhood until dark. We also would go to Cottey College and laugh at the statue of the little boy peeing in the fountain. Then visited the little corner grocery store for a 5 cents coke and hang there for awhile watching the cottey girls come and go. Then when I was starting 3rd grade we moved to Main Street and I met Debbie my life long girl friend. We vowed when we graduated from high school we would move to KC and get jobs and an apartment together. Then Marty, my brother was killed in a car accident and Debbie died of cancer shortly after graduation. I was left alone. And I realized there is no one that will not ever leave you alone.

Summer 2010 Pictures of Flora and Charley

Flora and Charley are having quite a fun summer doing lots of things, going lots of places and lots of pictures!

Since I only get to visit with them a couple of times a year I so enjoy the pictures, I thought you might also ;-)

I always choose one current picture for my screen saver on my laptop this is my new favorite one!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmhergert/sets/72157624316097212/show

and the family blog

http://mhergert.com/family

Monday, July 19, 2010

Memories of Marty by Ron Withrow his high school friend

Sent: Sunday, June 20, 2010 1:29 PM


To: K Brittingham

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Hi again Kaye,

Marty loved life and he was a joy to be around. We were all devastated over his death. We all suffered. I can only imagine the impact his death had on you and the rest of his family. We only saw the accident scene but, it couldn't have been too long after it happened. The car was quite a ways off of the highway and it had to be moving pretty fast to end up that far from the highway.


Ronnie had another accident after that one, as I recall. His girlfriend, a Cottey girl, died in that one too. He was paralyzed from the shoulders down and he eventually died from his injuries. Ronnie didn’t seem to learn any lessons from Marty’s death but, Jarrel’s personality changed drastically afterward. He was a lot more withdrawn and not as outgoing. I can imagine he felt some responsibility for not attempting to control Ronnie. I know he drank a lot afterward and continued to drink heavily as an adult. I’ve lost track of Jarrel. Do you if he’s still alive?


Life was certainly different back in those days. The news, good or bad, was always delivered such in a matter-of-fact way. There was no help to deal with the grief. You were just expected to deal with it however you could. Things have changed for the better in that regard.


I joined the Navy right after graduation and never went back to Nevada. I eventually went into the computer business in 1980, moved back to KC from the east coast and set up an office in Overland Park. During the 10 years that I worked in KC, I would often drive down 71 through Nevada to visit my sister in Moundville. There hasn’t been a single trip made down, that my eyes aren’t drawn, like a magnet to the spot where Marty died just outside of Rich Hill and all those memories come flooding back. After all of these years, I still think it just shouldn’t have happened to Marty.


I much prefer remembering Marty the way he was before. He always put a smile on everybody that was ever around him. Like the song says “Only the good die young.” Even though we don’t see the justification in it, Heaven is a better place with Marty around.

Marty’s Friend,

Ron

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Our Children



If you bungle
raising your
children, I don't
think whatever else
you do well matters
very much.

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis (1929-1994)
American editor and Our First Lady