Friday, January 23, 2009

Forever Grateful

You would think we'd be pretty ticked at my dad, the way he kinda left us high and dry (low and poor). But we weren't. We loved him, he loved us. He was spreading his love to another family, but he still came around, taking us for long rides, doing fun things. It's just that I didn't know what it was like waking up in the morning and having him be there, or to say goodnight to, or to teach me about sports, or fixing a car. Ah well.

I'm embarrassed to admit this, but the Christmas of '65, I bought this collection of Pogo (the first trade paperback of Pogo I had ever seen) as a Christmas present for my brother, knowing full well that he would probably give back to me to keep. Which he did. And I still have it and have never seen elsewhere. So OK, I'm embarrassed, but I don't regret it.

This photo and blurb about Kelly was part of a magazine ad for Sheaffer Snorkel Fountain Pens and alludes to the complete Pogo 5-foot shelf, which was an exaggeration, but not by much. And yes I had all those shown below and more. I almost got rid of them years ago when I was trying to lighten the load. Thank goodness common sense prevailed.

This drawing appeared in True—The Men's Magazine. I have no idea how I came to have that magazine in my possession at the age of 13, but I was a resourceful kid.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Notice the strip Pogo is drawing under the table? It's called "Goobers." (Another word for Peanuts.)