Rikes, Tikes and train sets

Christmastime in the 50s and 60s in Dayton, Ohio meant a visit downtown to Rikes department store and the toy department called Tikes which was a favorite for kids young and old.


Growing up, I had easy access to the electric buses that ran all through the suburbs and eventually downtown  since the bus route literally stopped at my back yard on the Redwood route and the driver would rest or take a smoke break or get back on schedule  So it wasn't unusual that even as young as 6 or 7 my friends and I would take a trip downtown, naturally unbeknownst  to our parents.

One year at Christmas, two of my friends, Jerry Anthony, Gerry "The Jer" Wintersteen and I decided we wanted to get a first hand look at the latest toys on display,  so we paid our nickel, climbed on board and headed downtown to Rikes and Tikes.


Tikes was fantastic...It was Santa's workshop right there in downtown Dayton...we walked around for hours looking and touching as many toys as possible. The electric trains were a showpiece of Tikes and we struggled to get as close to the trains as possible and let our minds imagine having a setup like that in our own basements.

Our timing couldn't have been better because just as we were watching the Lionel engine making its circuitous route a staff photographer for the Dayton Daily News snapped our picture and jotted our names down.


Not thinking much more about the photo session, since we were dreaming of that train set, we ventured on home in time for dinner, with our moms never knowing the difference.


The next day at dinner, as I came into the house I was greeted with a "Young man, do you have anything to tell me"...those words in themselves could bring fear in anyone...I kinda looked around with my head down and spotted that dang picture right smack dab on the front page edition of the Dayton Daily News...I hesitated...and again I heard.."Well, do you...do you have anything to tell me?".....I thought and thought and miraculously the answer came to me.....I said  "I love you..is that it?".......Mom shook her head, put her arms around me and hugged me like only a Skeeter's mom could do and I could see a slight tear in her eye that quickly became a twinkle and she said..."Skeeter what in the world am I gonna do with you"....she never brought the incident up again ...nor did I.......Gosh I loved Christmas. I loved Rikes and Tikes and boy, I loved that electric train.

Harlan's Helpful Tips for Christmas

Mr. Tom has dunned ast me to kinda sit in for him cuz he's a gettin' behind in all of his work stuff. 

I told him I'd write sumthin down for him that he could put on this here  blogger thingy......So, Ma, Pa and my sister Harlanetta, pictured over here, and I sat down last night and we came up with 3 things you do and don't want to have a goin on during these special holiday times. So here goes.

1. Make sure ya git all your rooms cleaned out of stuff and dirty plates and any varmit droppings that ya might have. Often times relatives and people ya don't really know too good will drop in and say "Howdy" or "Merry Christmas" during the holidays and they git ta snoopin and lookin under your beds and take a peek in your undies drawer and whatnot. Also, be sure and throw away any of them toilet paper rolls you been a savin' since last Christmas and are a stackin up in the waste basket.

2. Don't give no pets out during Christmas specially doggies or kitty cats....cept  possums cuz they just lay there and don't do nuthin, , you can give those out...People get all too concerned about themselves and them little doggies git all lost in the confusion and sometimes git throwed out with the wrappings and bows and stuff....If ya wanna give a doggie pet for a gift....ya might wanna check with Pet Homeless Shelters.....them rescued dogs make fine companions and they shore will be indebted to you for sparing their lives...Momma always says you can judge a man by the way he treats animals....Momma is real bright like that....Matter of fact...Cooper was one of them dogie rescues.

3. And thirdly ...don' be a stickin your finger down in the light socket if fer some reason your whole string of lights have gone out. That can smart like the devil and you'll end up with a big ole blister on yer finger that will keep you from doin' any whittlin during the holidays.....Go and git you a neighbor kid and have him put his finger in there....better yet....have him put his tongue in there cuz it will give a better connection.

Thats's all I got fer now...but I'll be back.....this here's Harlan P. Wilcox sittin in for ole Tom.