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The Red Texaco Fire Chief Truck

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The Red Texaco Fire Chief Truck David J Walker I’ve seen them parked on the shelves of antique stores Too numerous to count That Red Texaco Gas tanker truck Made of pressed sheet metal Almost indestructible that, at my young age And small size I could ride all day long as if making the deliveries myself Clear in my memory The year I got it for Christmas And rode it And rode it And rode it Until it was parked in the dark of A Toybox That was repurposed from a WWII gun-box I don’t remember ever seeing it again Until my walk down memory lane Where I had to refrain From shouting out It’s Mine! Well, it was at one time Some are time-worn as if left Out in the storms of summer and winter Some have crushed cabs where the Riders once sat But some were pristine with perfect Original fresh paint kept perfectly clean In original boxes as if never Having been played with which made me sad but I was glad to see them in this Antique store museum And it makes me smile For the while I am In the store Looking for more of the Pressed metal toys of my youth Truth Plastic would never have survived my childhood

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Date: 9/5/2021 12:22:00 PM
Hello David Walker, those red Texicaco trucks in the boxes are now antiques. I love antique cars and other items to. I have dreams of owning an antique desk but that dream has not happened. At least not yet. Cheers Darlene
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 9/7/2021 11:13:00 AM
Hello David Walker, oh that is a great idea. oh you did enjoy those fire trucks in your childhood. Enjoy your day my friend.
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David Walker
Date: 9/6/2021 3:53:00 PM
Darlene...we need to get that request into Santa early this year.. Thank you. That Texaco truck brought many hours of joy to my childhood.

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