Lincoln Logs & Tinker Toys

Great analogy! Not only did my siblings and I play with Lincoln Logs and TinkerToys, but we managed to find quite a few for my own kids to play with. It is unfortunate that things have to change and those days do seem much simpler. Hang in there, Robert!! God bless you!

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I LOVE Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys!! I still play with them! And Legos! Robert, I know God has a plan for you. He knows your heart and needs. He loves you more than anyone else ever has or will. He has a plan. You will see... :-)

I like the poem but the thought is too sad. You are my brother and I love you and want you to be happy maybe if you'll let it go just for alittle while something good will happen. Don't become obsessed with it. Anyway it is a great poem. I to played with them and now my class does.

Sis, you know I have built bridges, highways, county parks, research centers and schools. I guess building a family is something I don't have talent for. I got the ingredients: motivation, love and desire; just can't keep the bottom of the mixing bowl from falling out.

Robert, Dear Robert,,,not the same dawn,,,not the same sunset,,, tomorrow if given sees new everything,,, new start,most of all,,, I like this piece ,,, truly heart felt,,, Bless you always,,,

sometime when we move fast, we trip,,, best thing about that is, if we get hurt, there is a quick boo boo fix,,, God does it in a blink,,, you are meant for better happenings, you know it,,, hugs,,,

Elise, thanks, but I'm getting old. You know I use to walk around singing, "Old man take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you were". Now, I've become the old man. That's just a little sobering.

Glad you all liked the poem. I thought it was a song. Foolish rabbit.........

As I read it I was thinking it sounds like a song. Why don't you put it to music?
Dear Robert, You are not too old. You're feeling low and being way too hard on yourself. You MUST keep this thought in your head-->"this too shall pass." And it will. Keep trusting in God and He will bring you through it and you will be able to look back and see why you had to get through these obstacles and they ARE only obstacles. We all have them. Some people call them stumbling blocks. Things WILL get better and you are NOT too old to have a family of your own. God will provide. You've just gotta keep believing and trusting and don't give up!! :-)

So beautiful and sad yet true. You are so deserving of your position in La La Land.

Please don't feel old. You are only as old as you "think." All the pieces to Lincoln Logs were wood when I played with them. Tinker toys were also wood.

Tinker toys were wood when I played with them with my brothers back in the early years too. Plastic came in for my grandchildren I think, so I don't think you are old Robert, but I love your poem.

Very sad--and you are only as old as you feel dear Robert--some days I'm 99 and holding and other days i'm 16 again. God will guide you thru and you'll see the sunshine on the other side of of the tunnel--trust him always.

Wonderful poem and you are not to old

oh sweet Robert... this is a bittersweet poem... your time is still young...
God will lead you down the path to your real dream.... God is Great...
He loves you and me too...

Hey Robert..... Make life Happen!!!!!! ;)

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Check out the wooden lincoln logs!!!!

Dear Robert,
I really connected with your song. But then I put music to almost everything.
I love lincoln logs and tinker toys. I got some for my two oldest grandsons and I spent more time on the floor building things than they did. And I'm 61. I still love to color, too.
I never have found any more of these for other grandchildren.
Another thing I cannot find is a jack-in-the-box. The kids around here have never seen one. They played with the one I had for the oldest grandchild and wore it out. Poor old Jack went south. Can't shake his hand anymore and wave goodbye to him as he goes inside the box. "Around and round the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel."
Remember Jack? I can't wait to get my hands on a couple again. Until then I will be content to build and color and hum your song.
Love,
Barbara S.

I agree with Barbara. We are never too old for Tinker Toys, Lincoln Logs and Legos.
Robert, it's only a matter of time before you are blessed with something that will make you want to dance and you'll feel like a kid again.

The years don't matter. It is enthusiasm, fresh ideas, keeping in touch with friends that are the building blocks, the Tinker Toysand the Lincoln Logs in the waning years of life. Your verse painted a poignant picture. Well done!

Jan, love, wasn't I just there? "Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys, there is no time machine, no way for me to return, before the troubles I have seen". That was the first verse but I saw it for its selfishness and opted to leave it out. Maybe, there will be another dance or two?

This was a wonderful poem Robert. And you are not too old!

By the way, my husband and I love to play with my son's toys!


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Robert, there was such a mirror held up here. Although they weren't considered 'girl' toys, I loved Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys. Like some of the other folks making comments, I remember the wooden ones. My male cousins in Mississippi had the Lincoln Logs and it was always a treat to visit them and be able to build little log houses. I'm afraid the Tinker Toys became a victim of younger siblings with the longer dowels getting broken along the way. They were still fun, but not as adaptable.

We also had something I believe may have been an early version of Legos. I remember once when I was "running away from home" I loaded up my doll carriage with the little white plastic blocks so I could build a house when I got where I was going.

Like you, my best laid life-building plans have come crashing down around my ears. Yet without the attempt, I wouldn't have my precious son. So I hold on to a line from an old Garth Brooks song - "I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance."

You always bring strong images to your work and this is no different. I have to wipe away tears as I read and re-read your offerings. Thank you for being willing to let us see your heart. And hold on, perhaps your dance is yet to come.

What a great poem Robert

I loved Tinker Toys ... but I don't think I had Lincoln Logs. I remember them, though, so perhap my babysitter had a set for us.

I loved this article, I used to have them and bought them for my 5 year old Grandson/

Hey! I just realized something. You're a year younger than me!! So WHO'S Oldy Moldy now??? I think we know! ME.... lol :-)

wonderful analogy. i loved lincoln logs and tinker toys. do you remember the extra large set of tinker toys? those were my favorite cause you could build life sized stuff.

those were the days though, when it was fun to "pretend" to do every day things like mow the lawn (with the bubble mower). funny how NOT fun mowing the lawn for real turned out to be. maybe they need to put a bubble blower on lawn mowers to make that chore more like being a kid again?

Elise, YOU are not old nor are you moldy and your HUSBAND would be the first to agree with me. Hah, he would also go on to say that your eyes still outshine the stars in the heavens and your beauty transcends the oceans. Ask him.

I forgot all about them bubble blowers.

Great poem! Thanks for sharing :)

Don't think we had "Lincoln Logs' here in Canada, never heard of them. But I sure loved to play with Lego and Mechano. Building things has always fascinated children.

The use of these toys and the nostalgia they inspire was a good vehicle for your rhyme/song.

As a man several years older than you I can attest that you are not old. You are still in the prime of your life. Yes, this is Act II and if you want to develop the plot in the direction you hoped for at the beginning of Act I then you have to be diligent in purshing that. But there is no need to panic.

Any life still being lived is capable of redemption still. I have a cousin who married for the first time in her 40s to a man who was over 90. They loved each other but only had a few years together before he died. She was glad of the time they had together. She is a nun today.

Rory, you're a good friend and I love you. BUT, I don't want to be a nun, okay?

your only as old as you let yourself become, keep playing with those tinker toys God has his reasons...

Sorry, Robert, wasn't intending to suggest the convent for you (even if the image is pretty funny -- this from a guy whose photo in pantyhose is posted here on Gather!!).

We're pulling for you, buddy.

Aw, Robert. You's so sweet. Thank you...you are NOT an oldymoldy either. :-)

We don't stop playing because we're old...We get old because we stop playing. So, NEVER STOP PLAYING!! :-)

You just keep seeking... :)

I love this poem. It is great and I love the icons.

I thought you said you found someone here on Gather. What is the deal with that?

very nice poem, prayers~