ooh! so something Bran commented in my last post reminded me — cardboard boxes. magical things they are! a fort, a spaceship, or even … a computer!
this was back in the day, you have to remember, and my mom worked for hofmann laroche (she was also a good customer, but that’s another decade entirely) and she would take me to work with her and i’d get to see the computer room — a big room full of big machines, refrigerator size, mit der blinkenlights and all, and the big tape reel thingys going back and forth. i was dazzled.
so when i was about 10ish my mom left one of those heated coil defrosters on in the freezer, and i was supposed to turn it off and … anyway, we got a new fridge. and such a box it came in!
another thing my mom would do was bring home stacks and stacks of used computer punch cards (which i just loved), so i thought i would make the fridge box a computer and *i* would be its brain! i painted it with house paint, with big reels and lots of rows of lights (dots) and stuff. and i cut a slot in the front, so you could write your question on a card and drop it in, and i’d answer it and spit it back out. ok, i was a weird kid.
the first time my son got a big box, was when chris’s mom still lived here. kurtwood was entranced by it, and we turned it into a little house with doors and windows, and he and kitty played and played. i rhapsodized about my first truly epic box, and she said, ‘funny, i don’t remember playing with boxes when i was a kid’ and i thought, how awful. at first i figured, maybe they didn’t have them back then, but apparently they did. must have been a depression thing, people not buying a lot of appliances and whatnot.
anyway. do you remember your first box?