Friday, February 8, 2013

Clink, Clank, Rattle, Rattle


Clink, clank, rattle, rattle—that is a frequent sound around here.

 It’s the sound of Legos.

First in the house were regular sized Lego pieces that Little Boy Darling has become skilled in creating strange and unusual combinations of,  as well an recognizing specific pieces and figures. Ninjago, Chima, Equila, gosh I don’t know what all. Selling them is Daughter’s business.  Now she and I have moved onto Duplo Legos which are the larger sized bricks and pieces safe for toddlers and children before they move into regular Legos.  We are selling on eBay.

Last night it sounded like a train going through the house. Daughter was rummaging--clink, clank, whap, swoosh, a ton of bricks on a wooden floor--through boxes of Duplos looking for specific pieces. Let’s see, can I recognize that piece? Sounds like its inches long, an inch wide, yellow—well, how could I tell the color?

We had a veritable assembly line going on a large fold-up table set up in the living room. Little boy Darling assembled the sets—a crane, a foot high, has a wench, a truck, work men, bricks, the truck can be filled from a gurgling gas can. There’s a Fire Station set, a Polar Bear Zoo, A Farm with a cloth plat-mat with fields, a road, a plowed field, the list goes on and on. I had no idea. I thought we were into the animals with cute figures and bricks, trees, those sorts of things, but now we have popped into such units as an exquisite  Glow-in-the-dark Pirate ship. It is 16 inches long, and FLOATS!

 
Daughter took pictures, looked up prices, and wrote descriptions. I listed the items on-line.

Within the last two weeks we have accumulated a truck-load of Duplos. Honestly, eight large Lowe’s boxes. They filled the back of the pickup. We found a huge lot of Duplos from a seller in Colorado. At first they wanted us to pick them up on site. Right, a trip to Colorado this time of the year. But after checking transport fees, the kind, wonderful owners agreed to ship them for us.

These people have accumulated Duplo Legos since 1978, and have some rare and hard to find sets—and  in their original boxes. Imagine having your kids play with Legos and keeping the boxes intact. (Albeit most are damaged.)  And these people are in the military and have transported their belongings  a couple of times back and forth from Germany.

Now they are happy with new-found closet space. From your closet to my office. Ta Da. It is time to sell.

We are User ID wigglywombat  (Duplos)

Daughter’s ID is nbrancaccio (Regular Legos)

P.S.

Last week for Daughter’s birthday we went to Disneyland, and of course we had to visit the Lego store in Downtown Disney. I sat with Little Boy Darling as he assembled pieces from their play station, and looked down the row at people totally engrossed in their creations. There were two- year-olds, teenagers, young adults, and us people more advanced in years. All love Legos.  What a phenomenon. And this company has remained a privately owned business since its onset in 1932 when Ole Kirk Christiansen began selling wooden toys. He began plastic bricks in 1949.

 The quality of Legos is unsurpassed.

I have to ask though, why or why do all figures have to have a weapon in their hand?

Well, all except for Duplo.



Holy Cow, Trafalger Square make of Legos