A LITTLE ODD–I MEAN, OLD—REMINDS ME OF MY G.I. JOES…SOME OF WHO HAD RED HAIR.
In his prime, over fifteen years ago, “Red Head” as we affectionately named him, was a full-bodied hand puppet I purchased in New York City’s Grand Central Station. His oddness beckoned me from the window of a toy store and I stopped in to take a closer look. He was clad in overalls and a gingham checkered shirt making his appearance all the more eccentric. It was the vibrancy of his red hair and sprinkle of freckles that won my heart.
Through the years, Red Head was played with tirelessly but due to his appearance often the object of extreme roughness. Children would often be frightened by his face which did bear a strange expression and would fling him in mock fright.
He lost most of his nose through numerous battles with our Toy Fox Terrier who too appeared to react to his appearance. The dog would grab the puppet in his teeth and shake violently which eventually…
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