Attic Shopping

28 Sep

‘ve mentioned before how all of my childhood toys are squirreled away in our attic. My kids, Episode V in particular, are very well aware of the treasures that lay hidden up there. Whenever we have occasion to go up in the attic my son stands at the bottom of the ladder and stares up into what I imagine in his mind has to be Valhalla, The Promised Land, The Land Of Milk And Honey. He knows that every once in a while his DorkDaddy will come down with a rare and priceless artifact, resurrected from the distant past and delivered into the eager arms of a little boy in today’s world.

(Pixar, are you listening? “Toy Story 4” should be about the day that Andy pulls all his old toys down from the attic and gives them to his son)

Just some of the treasures to behold.

Stairway to heaven.

And on the rarest occasion, every blue moon, I have allowed Episode V to climb up the stairway to heaven and poke his head through while I dug around up there for one knick-knack or another. You see, my son has seen The Promised Land. He knows exactly where it is (above our garage), and he will do anything to get there. So it was this morning.

Tonight is the homecoming football game for my high school 20th reunion. I’m going to bring Episode IV and V and we’re going to get dressed up in whatever high school gear I can dig up. (Yes, I still fit in my letterman’s jacket. Don’t ask me if I can button it up in front. I don’t know and I’m not even going to try.) I went up to the attic to find some of my old jerseys for the kids to wear and for the first time I let Episode V come all the way up into the attic with me. He sat there totally rapt, spellbound, completely stunned and unable to absorb the magnificence that lay before him (thankfully he didn’t notice the Xmas presents hiding in the corner just out of sight).

Thousands of comic books.

You see, in the attic are all the collectables I have managed to save over the better part of four decades. There are literally thousands of comic books, all bagged and boarded, neatly packed away in boxes and just waiting to be read when the next generation is old enough to appreciate them. There are autographed pictures of the superheroes of yesteryear (Adam West, Burt Ward, Mark Hamill, David Prowse, Kenny Baker, Anthony Daniels…). There are tubs filled to the brim with mint-condition, carded Star Wars action figures from 15 years ago, and a mountain of well-loved, well-worn Star Wars action figures from 15 years before those. There are movie posters, baseball cards, puzzles, boardgames, models, spaceships, playsets, books…

One of many bins stuffed to the gills with mint-contidion, never opened Star Wars action figures.

In all honesty I struggle with when (*IF*) I’m going to bestow all these treasures on my progeny. Someday I know I’ll use much of it to decorate Episode VI’s Star Wars themed bedroom – whenever we can scrounge up enough money to add a bedroom onto the house. The rest will have to wait until my kids are old enough to appreciate all those treasures for what they are and take care of them appropriately.

A rare and well-loved vintage.

But today at least, when I was up there with my 4-year-old boy, watching him sit there mouth agape, eyes blinded and watering from the pure brilliance of it all as if he was staring into the sun itself, I had to smile. Where my wife sees our attic as something out of an episode of “hoarders”, and I see it as an extension of the Smithsonain Natural History museum, I imagine Episode V sees it as something akin to the final scene from “Raiders of the Lost Ark” – a warehouse filled with the world’s most precious and valuable treasures beyond the comprehension, completely overlooked by the rest of the world, the contents of which are only known to an elite few and accessible to even fewer. Indiana Jones didn’t know it way back in 1981, but he would return to that warehouse in 2008 for the opening scene of his 4th movie, just as someday my son will return to the attic above our garage to claim its riches for his own.

 

The attic.

 

-Dork Dad

8 Responses to “Attic Shopping”

  1. Kjysten September 28, 2012 at 1:18 pm #

    OHOH. Now that he knows it’s there, how long will it be before he gets up there himself. And don’t say never…a curious kid is much “curiouser” than the legendary cat. And howcum HE gets all the goodies. Wonderwoman, Storm, Batwoman – maybe even Supergirl? Cone on, Sam. Don’t be sexist – superheroes (and heroines) are for women, too. :>

    • dorkdad September 28, 2012 at 1:20 pm #

      No doubt. If Episode IV showed any interest in my old toys she’d be welcome to them.

  2. Steve Robinson September 28, 2012 at 2:46 pm #

    Sam… you are, indeed, a wonderfully over-stoked DORK, and the custodian of a treasure trove the likes of which has not been seen since that most recent “opening scene” of Indy’s “senior years” adventure. I marvel at your ability to stash all of that away… but then I was the child of a military man (we moved every 3 years) and later a military man myself. While my parents did, indeed, hoard their own precious memories, we young’uns were always cautioned against packing/saving things that we’d “outgrown” as they were bulky and expensive to move from base to base. I recall returning to the home where my folks retired and crawling through a small outbuilding attic, looking for my two large bags of PRICELESS COMICS… only to be told by my mother that she’d “cleaned those out years ago!” I had several “first issue” books… X-Men, Spiderman, etc. Enjoy the trove you have protected and preserved all these years… let the gold tumble through your fingers, giggle like a school girl and dance in circles… and don’t wait too long to share it with the next generation so they can dance and giggle along with you while they are still kids.

    Oh… and don’t let anyone throw out a paper bag or box of “old comic books” just because they haven’t been read in years and are “probably long forgotten”. *sigh*

    • dorkdad September 28, 2012 at 3:39 pm #

      I spent many hours in my youth searching the depths of my grandparents’ basement for my dad’s long-lost stash of comic books. My grandma warned me that chances were they were thrown away years before, but she wasn’t sure. That uncertainty was enough to keep me going down there time after time. Alas, they were never found.

  3. ihopeiwinatoaster October 1, 2012 at 7:41 am #

    I don’t know if you will care to play a long with this, but, I gave you a Liebster Award. (I’ll publish the post just after noon.) I suspect it’s some sort of cyber-hazing, but, all the other kids are doing it…
    Your blog is just great, any one who uses ‘agape’ with such aplomb deserves an arbitrary award.

    • dorkdad October 1, 2012 at 3:26 pm #

      I’ll spare my three regular readers the cyber-hazing-meme. But I do enjoy games. See the comments section of your most recent blogpost.

      -DD

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