The photo is from a great website that has amazing photo's of every single kiddle.So to pick up from where I left off on my last entry. I wanted to elaborate on Biff BOODLE. I think I wrote Biddle before. Whatever. It ain't going to solve world hunger, right? But I can understand the need to get facts straight. Anyway, unbeknownst to my sister, my brother and I would take many of the Barbies and Kiddles, mine included and with our GI Joes, we would take them down to our creek and “go swimming.” And yes, naked. Now it's funny, but the memory of this in my head isn't as perverted as it suddenly seems when I am writing it out in this blog. But, whatever, GI Joe and his buddies needed a little break from their war time adventures. It's funny that at that young age, I never thought to look at the GI Joes as gay. I mean, NOW when you look at some of them, YES, they are SO gay. Especially the bearded ones. But back then when I was sorting things out, I would be very traditional in my wanting to have GI Joe be with Barbie and not with Ken. On a side note, another doll I remember was probably the doll that first confirmed my sexual preference and that was the studly “Big Jim” doll, shown in a picture with another one... hello homo erotic! His bicep muscle would actually flex.
Tangent alert.
Back on track...
So, down to the creek with the dolls and when we were done playing, we dried them off and returned them to my sisters room and the rest to our toy chest. But then, where was Biff? Where was Biff Boodle? He was gone. He was lost in the creek.
Seasons changed, autumn, winter, spring and then back down to the creek to play. We no longer played Doll Swim Party. First of all, my older brother had bumped up one more notch of maturity, cutting through the level that says, “don't play with dolls anymore.” Creek play now involved catching animals and dissecting them or playing with the natural clay that we found in the embankments. Seriously REAL clay like some kind of nature clay factory. It was grey and it was clay and it was in unlimited supply. Very cool. During one of our creek explorations, digging through mud and what have you, we found the “body” of poor Biff Boodle. He was all nibbled up and “dead” as an old dead doll could be. So we did the first logical thing. We gave him a funeral.
We took him out to the barn, put him in a little match box or something like that and buried him. So somewhere out in Sleepy Hollow, Illinois off of rural route two, down a lane and behind an old barn is a dead kiddle. He's plastic so he should still be there.
Ok, this is officially the creepiest blog entry I have ever written and I am going to stop.