Searching for My Childhood: A Plea for Help HAVE YOU SEEN THESE BUGS???

When I was a toddler, I played in the kitchen most often. My earliest memories are here, and according to my mother’s notes in my baby book, I much preferred pots and pans to dolls and teddies – proof, I think, that some things really never change. But I also had a thing (and still do) for 1970s kitch. The flowery illustrations on the packs of Eve cigarettes, Holly Hobbie shadowboxes, the covers of Top-40 record albums, the oh-so-groovy books by Richard Scarry and Edward Gorey that kept me engrossed and amused for hours on end. And then there were these little beauties:

Amongst my earliest memories, in the singlewide military housing trailer across the river from Ft. Benning, I got a ton of mileage out of these ladybugs that my mother kept on the fridge. I sat on the Harvest Gold linoleum floor, repeatedly pulled out their antennae, tried fruitlessly for years to push their fat little magnetic bottoms together, and admired the strange depth of their stained colours that seeped into the wood like delicious little worlds all their own.

They came with us to Ft. Carson, where our military housing trailer was moved, and then traded for a monstrous brown-and-beige doublewide, where two of my brothers were born. Then they made the trip to Idaho with us, when my father was discharged after 8-1/2 years of service as an Army MP. They were there on the fridge in every house I lived in growing up, including my Gram’s when Daddy was still overseas, until I left home, and then I took them with me.

These same magnets graced the tiny fridges in my dorm rooms and every apartment I ever had, were saved in a jewellery box when I was in the monastery, followed by a half-dozen Catholic Worker houses, then they lived for more than a decade on the rusting old fridge at Gilbert House…until I got married, then abandoned, then divorced. And then they were lost.

I don’t know how, but somewhere between Tennessee and Ohio, my beloved ladybugs disappeared, and I truly miss them. I’ve actually lost sleep over this. I think about them more often than is probably healthy; a house is not a home without them, and I kinda need them back.

I’ve looked for them on Ebay and Etsy now for nearly two years, no dice. I’ve written letters to the Tagahashi (importers) family in Seattle, San Francisco and Japan to see if there’s a way to find another set or two with no response (crazy lady file, I’m sure). Okay, so, here’s the proof I’m cracked, bonkers, completely off my nut: my life is simply incomplete without a fifty-year-old set of refrigerator magnets. I’m not even kidding. I admit it. I’m fruitloops. But I really do miss them. And I’m tired of missing all the things I’ve lost. I just want these back.

So, here’s your assignment:

Help me find my ladybugs, please. Carpetbomb social media. Spread this around on Pin-ter-ridiculous and Facewreck and Twits-R-Us. Call up the Tagahashi’s grandkids if you know them. Look in your granny’s junk drawer. Ask your reefer-tokin’ uncle if he has these in his VW camper in the back 40. Please, spread it around. I’m not usually consumerist-minded, but this is really *bugging* me. I want my little magnets back. It will make me happier than I am to have them home. I’m sure somebody somewhere has them….

I miss my bugs like a fat kid misses chocolate. I wanna try to push them together some more, and have them living on my fridge again. If I ended up with a dozen, I’d have a stroke from the overload of joy, but just to have any of the bugs on my fridge again would be serendipity.

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  1. augustgirlmusings
    Oct 22, 2018 @ 21:12:44

    I’ll keep this in mind as I go through all my parents belongings. I know my mother had some too…

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  2. augustgirlmusings
    Oct 23, 2018 @ 01:14:17

    I will keep this in mind, as I have still to go through all my parents belongings, and my mother possibly had some of these…

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