Caren Krutsinger Poet Personification

1959 Was My Heyday

I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day.
I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by a few, heavy, a bit conceited but in a good way.
Diligent children hid me in boots, closets, drawers, or moldy piles of black and white laundry where I rarely had to stay.
I came out in the early 1900’s, evolved so well I didn’t recognize myself by 1959, my heyday.

 I was routinely hidden under bedclothes, mattresses or pillows; contraband, peeked at by flashlight.
I belonged to the whole family, but whoever found me first hid me well; I was never shared outright.
My captor would slide me out silently, hoping their siblings would not discover me and start a fight.
I was the prize of the month, the trophy of the hour, the coveted, revered, brightest of the bright.

Brothers and sisters fought each other to pull me out of their rural mailboxes to hide me under the couch.
Coveted, cherished, loved, revered; fought over, fawned over, poured over; I was never ever like a slouch.
I was thrilled that I was circled, starred, torn up, folded, figures were written all over me, and it caused a little ouch.
A big part of Sears, and Christmas too,  I brought dreams, hopes, and anticipated joys, causing more than one wage earner to grouch.

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DM Babbit March 8, 2018 at 12:57 PM Recall those days well when the kids decided what would be their next toy. Were we spoiled? Who's to say compared to the luxuries of today. Thanks for the memory. Caren Krutsinger March 8, 2018 at 1:17 PM It was my pleasure; thank you for the comment.

Gershon Wolf March 7, 2018 at 11:02 PM Intriguing ink, Caren! Much food for thought here, and many fond memories too. Well-done, :) gw Caren Krutsinger March 8, 2018 at 12:35 AM Thank you; I had time to kill, and I thought why not? I remember how we fought over these catalogs every single year!

Line Gauthier March 7, 2018 at 8:55 PM For sure! I always thought it was ironic how the inventors of mail order buying would fold seemingly because they didn't see how their concept was basically the same as online purchasing. Maybe I'm oversimplifying... All this to say, your poem is fabulous and very well written. Well done, Caren. Caren Krutsinger March 8, 2018 at 12:35 AM Thank you. I had so much fun with this I could barely stand writing it.

Gregory Richard Barden March 7, 2018 at 8:51 PM Oh, the childhood thrills of THE catalog, (and for me as a child, the S&H stamps, which, if I were good, I could paste myself and use for toys) ... perhaps that's why my new "fix" is the internet shopping spree ... every week is like Christmas, when Fedex arrives! What I would do to have those simple times returned to me. Wonderful personification and enjoyable read - blessings, and thanks for sharing - I enjoyed the journey back, Caren! ;-) Caren Krutsinger March 8, 2018 at 12:36 AM Thank you, Gregory. I am glad to give you this little journey down memory road.